The Class Menagerie

come in to get me?“
    “Let me point out that I didn’t make the mess,“ Jane said, exhausted and snappish. “And they won’t come in because we will be standing at the door waiting when they drive up.“
    “We? We! Mom, you wouldn’t—“
    “I am meeting your date. Final.“
    Jenny was as dolled up as Katie, and in spite of her irritation, Jane got a lump in her throat looking at the two girls. They looked so cute and happy. The boys were already deep into an anticipatory discussion of the movie, making revving noises at each other. Jenny’s dad was sitting behind the steering wheel, grinning. “We’re going to the movie and then to Baskin-Robbins. I’ll have her back by about ten,“ he said to Jane.
    “Mom, can I go to Elliot’s house and sleep over? He’s got a new game and his mom said she’d take us for pizza,“ Todd said as she came back to the house.
    “I guess so. Where have you been?“
    “Hiding in the basement,“ Todd admitted. “All that girl stuff, ickkkk!“
    Mike was asleep on the sofa. Jane turned off the television and he came awake as if he’d been nudged with a cattle prod. “What are you doing tonight?“ Jane asked.
    He rubbed his eyes furiously. “Nothing. Gotta study. Geez, Moni, I’m sick of school and I’m having to bust my buns this year just so I can go to school for another four years.“
    She sat down on the sofa and leaned against him. Willard, afraid somebody other than him was going to get petted, crawled up with them and tried to spread himself over both their laps. “It’s the pits, isn’t it?“ she said sympathetically. “Want carryout Chinese for dinner?“
    “Sounds good. You order while I take a shower and I’ll pick it up. Get off me, Willard-Billard!“
    The dog followed him upstairs.
    Jane waited until the shower stopped running before ordering. As Mike backed out of the driveway, she stood watching and thinking. That was something else she was going to have to deal with soon. A car for Mike. Her wealthy mother-in-law Thelma kept offering—threatening—to buy him one. But it would be of her choosing and Mike was terrified of what she might get. “Mom, it’ll be some awful old-lady car! Worse yet, she’d get herself something new and give me that big gray battleship she drives. I’d never live it down,“ he’d wailed when he heard of the offer. Jane didn’t like the idea of being beholden to Thelma because Thelma was’ the sort who made sure you never forgot you were beholden.
    Jane had to have more money. Her late husband’s life insurance had all gone into trust funds for the kids—they had more assets than she did and she didn’t have to worry about money for college. But she did have to get by day to day on part of Steve’s share of the family pharmacy chain’s profits. His share was equal to his mother’s and brother’s even though he wasn’t alive and working there anymore, but Jane doggedly put half of it back into the trust funds. It really was the kids’ money more than hers. The worst thing about that pharmacy money was that she had to accept it by hand from Thelma every month, who bestowed it grudgingly, like a gift that was far too good for the recipient.
    That was part of the reason she was working— fitfully—on her book. Not that she really dreamed of ever making any money on it. Well, she did dream of it, but didn’t take the dreams seriously. She’d also been checking books out of the library lately about real estate. Everybody told her the market was not booming at the moment, but if it got better, being a realtor might not be a bad choice. She could get out and meet people, which didn’t happen when she was in her basement working on the novel. And it offered some independence. She’d love to say to Thelma, “Check? Oh, that check! I’d forgotten.“ She’d laugh merrily and stuff it in her purse without looking at the amount.
    She was still engaged in this happy fantasy when Mike came back with the food. They ate off the coffee table in the living room, Mike channel-surfing the whole time with the remote control. After Jane cleaned up dinner, she got a jigsaw puzzle out and dumped it on the coffee table. “Got time to help me sort out the edges?“ she asked.
    “Sure. Calculus can wait.“ Mike said.
    Within minutes Meow was daintily picking her way through the puzzle, sniffing pieces. “I forgot,“ Jane said. “This is the one the cats like.“
    “I think Todd put a tuna fish sandwich