okay, honey.” She reached for him and lifted him off the bed, then gathered the books and colors. “I want you to go to our room and color there for a few minutes, okay?”
Trent made a face. “I don’t want to.”
She smiled. “I know, but again, it’ll only be for a few minutes, then I’ll come and get you. I want to talk to Granna alone.”
“Why can’t I stay?” he whined.
Molly gave him a stern look. “Trent.”
With his bottom lip poked out, he took the stuff, and without further ado, made his way to the door.
“Don’t go anywhere else. Stay put in our room.”
“Okay,” he mumbled.
Molly stood watch until he was down the hall and the door closed behind him. He was so precious. Rarely did she ever have to scold him, but she didn’t want him to hear this conversation she was about to have with her mother. She feared Maxine’s reaction would not be favorable.
“Mom,” Molly said, gently touching Maxine on the shoulder.
Her mother’s eyes popped open and for a moment, she seemed completely disoriented. Then when she apparently recognized Molly, she smiled in relief, only then to frown. “Where’s Trent?”
“He’s in our room. He’ll be back shortly.”
“What time is it?” Maxine asked, her frown deepening.
“Almost noon.”
“Oh, dear. I can’t believe I even went to sleep, much less for that long.”
“It’s okay, Mother. You need all the rest you can get.”
“No, what I need is to spend time with my daughter and grandson before I go back to work.”
Molly was quiet for a moment, her mind scrabbling for a way to tell her mother the truth without breaking her heart. “Mom—”
“You’re going to tell me I can’t go back to work any time soon, aren’t you?” Maxine’s eyes were keen on Molly.
“That’s right,” Molly declared with relief.
“No, that’s wrong.”
Molly’s relief was short-lived. “I—”
“I’m going to be just fine. I know I pulled some muscles in my back—”
“That you did,” Molly interrupted flatly. “And according to the doctor, your recovery won’t be quick or easy.”
Maxine’s chin began to wobble. “I refuse to believe that.”
“It’s the truth, Mother, and you have to face it. More than that, you have to accept it. Now if you didn’t already have osteoporosis, then maybe things would be different.”
“But what about my job?” Maxine wailed. “Worth has been so good to me, but he’ll hire someone permanently to take my place. He’ll have to, only I can’t bear that thought.”
“Mom, let’s not beat that dead horse again. Worth is not going to replace you.”
“Has he told you that?” Maxine’s tone held a bit of belligerence.
Molly hesitated. “No, he hasn’t.”
“So you don’t know what he has in mind.” Maxine’s voice broke.
“Oh, Mom, please, don’t worry. It’s going to be all right.” Molly caressed one of Maxine’s cheeks.
“He doesn’t know—” Again Maxine broke off.
“The whole story about your back,” Molly cut in. “Is that what you were about to say?”
Maxine merely nodded.
“Ah, so you told him what you wanted him to know, what you thought he wanted to hear.”
Maxine reached for a tissue out of the nearby box. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Look, Mom, it’s not as grim as you think.”
“That’s because it’s not you.” Maxine paused, then added quickly, “For which I’m grateful. I couldn’t stand it if it were you in this shape.”
“Yes, you could. You’d just come and take care of me like I’m going to do for you.”
“You can’t,” Maxine wailed again. “You have a child and a job. And your life. You can’t—”
“Shh,” Molly said softly. “Enough. I’m not going to give up my life, for pity’s sake. Just rest easy, I have a plan.”
“What?” Maxine’s tone was suspicious.
“I’ll tell you later.” Molly leaned over and kissed her mother on the cheek. “Right now, I’m going to send Trent back in here unless you want to go back to sleep.”
“Not on your life. I want to spend every moment I can with my grandson.”
“By the way, I spoke to Dr. Coleman.”
Maxine’s chin wobbled again.
“Hey, stop it. I’ll tell you about that later also. Meanwhile, keep your chin up, you hear? Everything’s going to work out.”
Maxine did her best to smile. “Send my boy back to me. I have plans that don’t include you.”
Molly smiled big, then sobered. “Don’t let him wear you out. He can, you know.”
“You let me worry about that.”
When Molly reached her room, she realized tears were running down her face. Brushing them aside, she forced a smile and opened the door. “Hey, kiddo, Granna’s waiting on you.”
Would there ever come a time when she wouldn’t react to him?
Yes, Molly told herself. As long as she didn’t see Worth, life would resume its normal course. Or would it? Almost five years had gone by and never a day passed she didn’t think of him. Residing in his house made a bad thing worse.
Right now she didn’t have a choice.
As if he realized he wasn’t alone, Worth swung around. When he saw who it was, his eyes widened, then a door seemed to slide over those eyes, blanking out his expression.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it was rude to sneak up on a person?”
Go to hell.
She didn’t say that, but oh, how she wanted to. To speak her mind in that
