death didn’t help.”
“I was just thinking that a few days ago. If she’d been alive, so much would have been different, but with her gone it was easy to go our separate ways.”
“George didn’t help,” David admitted. “He was more interested in the business than in his family.”
Jack nodded slowly. “I remember when I was young, people would tell me I was just like him. That always scared me. I knew I loved my father, but I wasn’t sure I liked him. I wanted more than that from my kids.”
“You don’t have any kids,” his uncle reminded him.
“I noticed that, too. After Shelby …” He shook his head. No reason to go there. “I think one of the reasons may be it’s the only way to make sure I don’t repeat his mistakes.”
“Kind of like cutting off your arm to make sure you don’t get a hangnail.”
“You’re saying I’m taking things to the extreme.”
David shrugged. “You know what your father did that you didn’t like. So don’t do that.”
Sounded simple enough. “When I was a kid, I didn’t know what I was doing that made people think I was like him, so I didn’t know how to stop doing it.”
“You’re not a kid anymore.”
“None of us are,” Jack said. “I haven’t talked to Evan and Andrew in years and ever since I’ve been working at this damn company, I miss them. Oh, sure, I want them home to do what they need to be doing. I want them to help out. But I also want to talk to them. Hang out. Like we used to. We were a family once.”
“Maybe it’s time to make that happen again,” David said. “Maybe it’s time to start pulling together instead of pulling apart.”
“I’m willing. What I don’t know is how to do it. I can’t even get my brothers to return my e-mails. I’m ready to resort to threats.”
“Might not be a bad idea. Get them back for any reason, even if it’s just to protect their personal interest.”
“I agree,” Jack said, “but I don’t like it. They’re my brothers. I shouldn’t have to use threats to get them to communicate with me. There has to be another way.”
“I’m out of ideas,” David told him.
Jack was, too, but he knew someone who might not be.
“How do I get my brothers back?” Jack asked.
Helen raised her eyebrows. “Why do you think I would know the answer to that?”
“Because I’ve finally figured out you know us a whole lot better than we know you. I need them here and I’ll do anything to get them in Chicago.”
“Even ask for my help.” She smiled. “Evil stepmothers are often invisible. It can come in handy.”
“I never thought you were evil.”
“I know. You simply didn’t think of me at all. I wasn’t trying to be your mother. I just wanted to be a friend.”
“I couldn’t think of you as anything but my father’s wife.”
“His second wife,” she said. “We all know what that means.”
Had she wanted more? Had she wanted it all?
She didn’t have children, he thought. And at her age, she was unlikely to have any. Had his father been the reason there weren’t any little Helens running around? Maybe George would have had better luck with a second family.
She held up both her hands. “Okay, this conversation is getting out of hand. Since your dad died, I’ve been living on the emotional edge and if we continue like this any longer, I’m going to find myself sobbing uncontrollably. I think we’d both find that uncomfortable. So let’s talk about your brothers. Who do you want to start with?”
“I’ll let you pick.”
She considered for a moment. “Andrew will come home for money. You’re going to have to be blunt. Either he shows up or you cut him off. Cruel but effective. You might want to start by cutting off one of his credit cards so he gets the message.”
“Done,” Jack said. “And Evan?”
Helen sighed. “He’ll come home for the reading of the will. He always wanted to be close to George and he’ll be looking for closure.”
“Then if Dad left him anything, it would prove Evan mattered to him?”
“Something like that.”
“I hope he’s not disappointed,” Jack muttered.
“Me, too.”
“I know you loved the old man, but he wasn’t exactly father of the year.”
Helen nodded slowly. “He tried, in his own flawed way. He loved you all.”
“He loved the business more.”
“No. He loved it differently. It was safe to let everyone know how he felt about the business. It never went away and did something he didn’t approve of.”
“Like his sons,” Jack said.
“Some parents have trouble understanding that when a child makes a decision that the parent doesn’t approve of, it’s not personal. Children are their own people—they have to make their own lives.”
“My father wanted me to live his life.”
She smiled. “He couldn’t understand that what you chose to do for your career had nothing to do with him. He’s the one who gave you choices, and then he was angry with what you picked.”
“So was I,” Jack admitted. “It was as if he’d changed the rules partway through the game.”
“He had, but he still loved you.”
Jack studied the woman who had married his father. She looked different since the funeral. She’d become elegant in her sorrow.
He could see why his father had been drawn to her. The combination of brains and beauty.
“You were good to him,” he said.
She smiled. “You don’t actually know that.”
“Yes, I do. It’s there in the way you talk about him. You were more than he deserved. He got lucky when he picked you.”
“Maybe I was the lucky one.”
She was consistent. He would give her that.
He narrowed his gaze. “You’re good at this, at listening and offering just the right amount of advice and encouragement. You should have had children of your own.”
Helen
