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- Author: Caren Simpson McVicker
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Mrs. Henderson
LOUIE BARKS THREE times I glance up from my son’s letter and note the
hour on the desk clock. Mr. Davis is ve minutes early for his interview. Louie
jumps o the settee and trots into the foyer. I set the letter on the side table
and follow him. e memory of one of my mother’s favorite maxims oats
through the entryway on the back of the afternoon sun: Five minutes early is on
time, on time is late, and ve minutes late is inexcusable.
“Oh, Louie, on time or not, is it wrong to interview a new lodger today?
Perhaps room number one should remain empty until I make up my mind?”
Louie answers by swishing his tail impatiently on the marble oor.
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“Yes, but if I’m seriously considering—”
e bell rings. No time for debate. I smooth out my dress and open the door
to the kind face of Frank Davis.
Mr. Davis appears to be in his mid- to late forties. He’s not as tall as I am,
but he’s well proportioned—a complete man in a small package. A delightful
yellow glow rises from his cheerful smile and wire-rimmed glasses. It’s not a
sunshine yellow but more the shade of a ripe yellow summer squash. I often
need more time with a person before their color reveals itself. An immediate
connection such as this could be the sign of a humble man who wears his heart
on his sleeve. en again, it might indicate an overcondent man, working to
impress. My gut tells me it’s the former.
When I was a little girl, I thought everyone saw people and colors the way I
do. I never mentioned it to anyone because, to me, it was normal. A shimmer
of color around someone’s head and shoulders was part of their personality and
a signal for how they were feeling. When my mother found out about my
special ability, she made me promise I would never tell another living soul. She
worried it would tarnish our family’s good name and ruin my marriage
prospects. In her opinion, my gift could cause nothing but trouble. But my
intuition has helped me avoid trouble most of my life. An extra dose of insight
is particularly useful when evaluating new lodgers.
In the richness of Mr. Davis’s yellow, I sense joy and grief tumbling over one
another, wrestling to see which will wind up on top.
“Welcome, Mr. Davis. I’m Mildred Henderson. Please come in,” I say. “May
I take your hat?”
Mr. Davis looks dapper in a double-breasted gray suit with a freshly pressed
white shirt, a blue and maroon striped tie, and a coordinating pocket square.
“ank you, Mrs.
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