“Everything all right in there?” Brad asked.
Cody nodded. “Ice cream doesn’t cure anything,” he said sagely, “but it sure helps with the pain.” He brought the bowls to the kitchen.
“Who told him that?” Brad wondered.
I ventured a guess. “Either Margaret or Alix.”
“You hang around with wise women, my love,” he said with a grin.
I had to agree. “You in the mood for ice cream?” I asked.
“Why not? It seems to work.”
We smiled at each other. A crisis had been averted.
After a while Casey came out of her room with her crochet hook and a skein of yarn under one arm. “I need help with this,” she said, as if the events of this evening had never occurred.
“Okay.” I certainly wasn’t an expert at crocheting but I could read the directions. If not, I could always contact my sister.
Casey sat on the sofa beside me. “I think I made a mistake here.” She held it out for me to examine.
I studied the washcloth she’d started and didn’t find anything wrong. “It looks fine to me, Casey.”
“You’re sure?”
I shrugged. “You might want to have Margaret check it tomorrow.”
Her eyes flew up to meet mine. “Can I come to the shop again? You don’t have to pay me.”
“I’ve got a whole list of things that need your attention and of course I’ll pay you.”
I could see she was pleased, although she tried to hide it. “That would be okay, I guess.” I realized she didn’t want me to know how much she liked being at the yarn store.
That attitude always caught me unawares. This fear of losing what she valued most. Wasn’t that exactly what Alix had warned me about?
She returned to her room, and I went to bed around ten, exhausted. All the melodrama of the evening had tired me out.
I still didn’t know what Lee had said to Casey and most likely I never would. If she’d told Cody, he hadn’t indicated in any way. Curious though I was, I didn’t feel I could pry it out of him. That wasn’t the example I wanted to set.
The phone rang just as Brad stepped out of the bathroom, dressed for bed. The sharp, unexpected sound startled us both. I reached for it quickly.
“Hello,” I said in a hushed voice.
“Lydia,” my sister boomed over the line. “It’s Mom.”
“What happened?” My mother’s declining health had been a major concern for more than a year now.
“I’m at the E.R. Mom fell.”
I gasped and reached out for Brad. He gripped my fingers. “Is she hurt?”
“It’s her hip.”
“No.” Shivers raced down my spine.
“Thank God someone heard her.”
More than a year earlier, Mom had been diagnosed with diabetes and had to have her blood sugars carefully monitored. That had been the beginning of her health problems. The decline had been rapid since then.
“Is it broken?” I asked, fearing the worst.
“No, just a hairline fracture. She also hit her head pretty hard, but that seems to be okay.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said. Brad freed my hand and I tossed aside the covers. My feet were already on the ground when Margaret stopped me.
“There’s no need. The tests are done. I didn’t feel there was any reason to phone you until we knew something definite.”
“You should’ve called me earlier,” I cried, upset and relieved at the same time. I had a right to know about my own mother and yet…ignorance was bliss.
Guilt washed over me. I shouldn’t be thinking that. I loved my mother and was grateful Margaret had been there to handle the situation.
“The doctor wants to keep Mom overnight for observation. She needs her sleep and frankly,” Margaret said, sounding drained and emotionally depleted, “so do I.”
“Go home,” I advised. “Tell the hospital that if they need to contact anyone during the night, they should call me.”
Margaret hesitated, then reluctantly agreed.
After she’d answered a few more questions, I replaced the receiver. Tears flowed unrestrained down my face, blurring my vision. I worried about my mother, but I had no idea how to help her.
Brad handed me a wad of tissues and I tried to explain what had happened.
“But she’s fine, right?” Brad pressed.
I nodded. Mom was unaffected by this incident, as far as the physicians could tell, but I wasn’t. It was all too obvious that I was going to lose my mother.
In many ways I already had. Margaret and I were her caregivers now. We’d assumed the role of adults, and she’d become almost a child—dependent, passive, at the mercy of others. I worried that I’d somehow failed her.
When I wiped my eyes, I saw Cody and Casey standing in the doorway to our bedroom, watching me.
“What’s wrong?” Cody asked.
Before I could tell them, Casey offered me a tentative smile. “I think Lydia needs some ice cream,” she said.
CHAPTER 25
Anne Marie Roche
Barbie’s house rang with laughter when Anne Marie arrived to drop Ellen off. Lillie, Barbie’s mother, answered the door, Hector at her side, and it was easy to see how much in love they were. How happy her friend was. Anne Marie felt only gratitude that Lillie had found love, but in some ways it was painful to watch, reminding her of what she’d lost. Still, she’d seen that falling in love again was possible—for Barbie and Mark, for Lillie and Hector. Maybe it was possible for her, too.
The big surprise in her own life had been meeting Tim. An even bigger surprise was the attraction she felt toward him. Life was filled with the unexpected, and some of those events were happy ones.
“Come in, come in,” Lillie said, stepping aside to gesture them inside. They hugged, and Hector greeted her in his usual dignified manner.
“Maria, my grandniece, is with me,” he told Ellen, “and she’s eager to meet you. I hope you two can be friends.”
Ellen followed shyly and stood next to Anne Marie. “My mom has a date with Tim,” she announced. “It’s just the two of them, so he can kiss her in the dark.”
Anne Marie blushed, but before she could comment, Barbie bustled into the room.
“Oh, good. You’re here.” She wore an apron that suggested someone kiss the cook. Mark rolled out with her. He wasn’t the type of man who openly showed affection, but Ellen had won him over from the moment they met and she moved instantly to his side to hug him.
“Next time bring your date to the party,” Mark said as soon as he’d released Ellen.
“Will do,” Anne Marie promised. She crouched down so she was eye-to-eye with Ellen. “Barbie has my cell number. If you need me for anything you can call, okay?”
Ellen nodded.
“I’ll pick you up around ten.”
“Okay.” Ellen wrapped her thin arms around Anne Marie’s neck and squeezed tight. Then she raised her head and whispered, “Kiss Tim for me.”
Anne Marie smiled. “I will,” she whispered back.
Lillie walked Anne Marie out to her car. “I’m so glad to see you dating again,” she said. “My life changed when I met Hector. I look forward to each day, each minute, I have with him.”
Anne Marie wondered if Tim would be her Hector…. Because, just like Lillie, just like Barbie, she was ready to experience love again.
“I can’t recommend being in love highly enough,” Lillie said with a laugh. Hector stood in the doorway, waiting for her, and she stepped back as Anne Marie climbed into her car and started the engine. Pulling out of the driveway, she saw Hector join Lillie, sliding his arm around her waist and drawing her close.
Oh, yes, Anne Marie was ready for love. Ready to share her love for Ellen with someone who cared for the child as much as she did.
That thought stayed with her as she drove home and parked behind the bookstore.
One of the many things Anne Marie liked about Tim Car
lsen was the fact that he didn’t ignore social niceties and details. Although Monte’s, the Italian restaurant he’d chosen, was within walking distance, he insisted on picking her up, despite her offer to meet him there.
When she opened the apartment door to let Tim in, Baxter yelped excitedly. Tim stooped down and paid him due attention, and when he straightened, his eyes widened with appreciation. “You look…wow,” he said.
“Thank you.” While Tim played with Baxter, Anne Marie went into her bedroom to get her purse. As she did, she noticed that her hand was trembling.
Although she’d tried to minimize this dinner date with her friends, she felt nervous. She could hardly remember the last time she’d been on an actual date. Before she’d married Robert, so that was… She decided not to do the math.
She’d dressed carefully in a white eyelet summer dress with a silky pink shawl and pink pumps.
“Are you ready?” Tim asked when Anne Marie met him in the living room.
She nodded. Because she felt flustered, she found herself chattering as they strolled to the restaurant. The evening was perfect, still sunny, with a light breeze scenting the air.
“I’ve been looking at houses,” she said. “Ellen doesn’t want to move, but the apartment’s too small.” She went on to tell him that she was considering houses in the same neighborhood as Hallie’s, thinking that if Ellen had a friend close by, the move would be less traumatic.
By the time they reached the restaurant, Anne Marie realized she hadn’t let Tim say a word. This behavior was so uncharacteristic for her, she felt she should explain.
“I generally don’t talk this much,” she said, embarrassed. “I guess I’m a little nervous.”
Tim reassured her with a grin. “So am I,” he admitted.
It was such a comforting thing to say that Anne Marie was instantly at ease.
The hostess seated them at a nice table near the window. When the waiter came to take their drink order, Tim said he’d stick to water but told Anne Marie she should have a glass of wine. She ordered the house red.
“It doesn’t bother you if other people drink?” she asked, feeling awkward.
“Not in the least. Other people can handle it. I can’t.”
Still, she felt guilty drinking in his presence. “I don’t mind doing without wine,” she said.
He held up his hand. “Please don’t. Sobriety is up to me and me alone.”
His attitude impressed her, and she sipped her wine, almost able to enjoy it.
When the waiter returned, they placed their dinner orders. Tim asked for the eggplant parmigiano and Anne Marie the clam spaghetti. The waiter left and Anne Marie smoothed her napkin repeatedly in her nervousness, waiting for Tim to speak. So far, she’d dominated the conversation.
“I’m hoping now that we’ve had a chance to get to know each other, you’ll be comfortable with me,” he said.
“I already feel that way.” Anne Marie took a piece of bread and tore off a bite. “I can hardly believe how much.” She dipped the bread in the small dish of olive oil in the center of the table, not looking at him as she spoke. “You’ve convinced me that you won’t try to take Ellen away from me.”
“I’d never do that. The two of you belong together. Dolores got that right. She knew you’d love and care for Ellen better than Candy—or anyone else, for that matter.”
She flushed, feeling a surge of joy. The fact that he, of all people, had acknowledged this brought her not only gratitude but peace. “Thank you,” she murmured.
They enjoyed their meal immensely, talking about a wide range of subjects from baseball to politics and everything in between.
Over spumoni and coffee, Tim grew quiet again. “If it’s okay with you, Anne Marie, I’d like to tell my parents about Ellen.”
It would be selfish to withhold a grandparent’s love from her daughter, so Anne Marie agreed. “That would be fine.”
His hand cradled the coffee cup, and he nodded solemnly. “Thank you.”
“You told me Ellen’s their only granddaughter.”
“She is, and my mother’s been dying to have a girl to spoil. My younger sister has two boys.”
“She sounds just like my mother.”
Tim stared down at his coffee. “Would you also be willing to let Ellen spend time with me alone?”
Anne Marie hadn’t expected this subject to come up quite so soon, yet it was a reasonable request. “Are you asking about visitation?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Still, she hesitated. “How often were you thinking?”
He shrugged. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. I don’t mean to pressure you, Anne Marie. If you’d rather wait, I understand.”
“But you wanted to plant the thought in my mind.”
“Yes, that’s a good way of putting it.”
“You’re asking if you can tell Ellen that you’re her father.” This was the great unasked question, the one that underlay all the others.
“I would like to do that. Even before I got the test results I felt that Ellen was my child.”
Now it was Anne Marie’s turn to stare into her coffee. Her ice cream had started to melt, and she pushed it aside. Her first inclination, selfish though it might be, was to deny him. She glanced up and found him watching her intently, his eyes relaying a message of hope and expectancy.
“I want to be with Ellen when you tell her.”
“Of course.”
“We’ll begin the visitations slowly. And you can’t tell her until I feel she’s ready.”
“Like I said, you’re the one setting the rules.”
He was so agreeable, and that helped soothe her worries.
“Would it be all right if I took her one night next week? My parents’ wedding anniversary is coming up and I’d like Ellen to meet them before the big party.”
Before she could find an excuse to refuse him, Anne Marie nodded. “But they can’t let her know who they are. What they are to her, I mean.”
“I accept that.” His gaze held hers. “Thank you.”
This request probably explained why he’d asked her to dinner on her own, which was more than a little disappointing.
“I’m glad we got that settled,” she said briskly.
“Actually,” Tim said, “there’s something else.”
“Oh?”
He lowered his eyes. “I’m afraid I might have misled you in the past few weeks.”
“Misled me? How?”
“I apologize. That was never my intention.”
Anne Marie was even more confused. “What are you talking about?”
He inhaled deeply. “I guess the best way to tell you is just to tell you. I’m involved with someone else.”
Anne Marie sat unmoving as the shock rippled through her. “You’re…involved.”
“Vanessa and I—”
“Her name’s Vanessa?”
“Yes, and I have to tell you this whole situation has been very difficult for her.”
Anne Marie bit off a sarcastic comment. She needed all the self-control she possessed not to reveal how shocked she was by his announcement.
“I didn’t want you to—”
Anne Marie struggled to remain calm. “Don’t you think you might’ve said something sooner?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Yes, well…perhaps I should have, but there never seemed to be a good time.”
“Really?” she muttered. Funny how he’d managed to get what he wanted before telling her this. She felt humiliated. Foolish. Naive. All these weeks she’d allowed the romantic daydream to grow, picturing the three of them as the perfect little family. No wonder he’d never kissed her. If she hadn’t been walking around immersed in her stupid fantasies, she might have caught on earlier.
“I apologize if you think I was leading you on.”
“Forget it,” she said, focusing some distance beyond him, refusing to meet his eyes. She held herself stiff and couldn’t w
ait to escape. This was what she got for risking her emotions. It wasn’t worth it; deep down she knew she’d never fall in love again.
“I feel it’s important that we remain friends for Ellen’s sake,” he was saying.
“We can certainly be cordial.” What seemed most important at the moment, however, was getting away from Tim. She needed to think, to absorb what he’d told her.
She made a show of looking at her watch. “Do we have the check yet?”
In response he raised his hand to catch the waiter’s attention.
“I’ll want to meet Vanessa,” Anne Marie said. No way was she letting her daughter go off with someone she’d never met. She didn’t care if Vanessa was “involved” with Tim. That wasn’t any kind of recommendation or guarantee.
He blinked, his expression wary.
“If she’s going to be with you when you have Ellen…”
Tim relaxed. “I suppose she will. Some of the time, anyway.”
“In that case, I need to meet her, don’t you agree?” She did her best to keep the irritation out of her voice.
“Yes, of course. That’s not a problem.”
Another thought entered her mind, one that set off warning bells. “How did you and…Vanessa happen to meet?”
“I don’t think that really matters,” he said, bristling noticeably.
“She’s in AA, too?” Anne Marie guessed.
Reluctantly Tim nodded.
“How much sobriety does she have?”
“She had three years.”
“Had?”
“With everything that’s been going on with you and me and Ellen, well…she slipped up.”
“Just a minute here,” Anne Marie said, her eyes narrowing. “Not more than an hour ago, you told me you were accountable for your own sobriety. Didn’t I hear you say that?”
“Yes…”
“Are you now saying that you’re taking responsibility for Vanessa’s sobriety, too?” she asked.
The question appeared to shake him. “No.”
Anne Marie held his gaze. “Ellen can meet Vanessa, but I have to be there when she does. Otherwise the deal is off.”
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