of you in the papers and magazines, you know. Had her heart set on you for a daughter-in-law. More than once she said to me, âHam, thatâs the girl for Brady. Sheâll straighten him out.ââ
âIt looks like heâs straightened himself out.â
âMostly.â Draping an arm over her shoulder, he led her inside. âHow about a nice cup of tea and a piece of pie?â
âIâd love it.â
She sat at the kitchen table while he brewed and served. The house hadnât changed on the inside, either. It was still neat as a pin. It was polished and scrubbed, with Emilyâs collection of knickknacks on every flat surface.
The sunny kitchen looked out over the backyard, with its big trees leafing and its spring bulbs blooming. To the right was the door that led to the offices. The only change she saw was the addition of a complicated phone and intercom system.
âMrs. Leary still makes the best pies in town.â He cut thick slabs of chocolate meringue.
âAnd she still pays you in baked goods.â
âWorth their weight in gold.â With a contented sigh, he sat across from her. âI guess I donât have to tell you how proud we all are of you.â
She shook her head. âI wish I could have gotten back sooner. I didnât even know Joanie was married. And the baby.â She lifted her teacup, fully comfortable for the first time since her return. âLaraâs beautiful.â
âSmart, too.â He winked. âOf course, I might be a tad prejudiced, but I canât remember a smarter child. And Iâve seen my share of them.â
âI hope to see a lot of her while Iâm here. Of all of you.â
âWeâre hoping youâll stay a good long time.â
âI donât know.â She looked down at her tea. âI havenât thought about it.â
âYour mother hasnât been able to talk about anything else for weeks.â
Vanessa took a smidgen of the fluffy meringue. âShe seems well.â
âShe is well. Lorettaâs a strong woman. Sheâs had to be.â
Vanessa looked up again. Because her stomach had begun to jump, she spoke carefully. âI know sheâs running an antique shop. Itâs hard to imagine her as a businesswoman.â
âIt was hard for her to imagine, but sheâs doing a good job of it. I know you lost your father a few months ago.â
âCancer. It was very difficult for him.â
âAnd for you.â
She moved her shoulders. âThere was little I could doâ¦little he would allow me to do. Basically he refused to admit he was ill. He hated weaknesses.â
âI know.â He laid a hand on hers. âI hope youâve learned to be more tolerant of them.â
He didnât have to explain. âI donât hate my mother,â she said with a sigh. âI just donât know her.â
It was a good answer. One he appreciated. âI do. Sheâs had a hard life, Van. Any mistakes she made, sheâs paid for more times than any one person should have to. She loves you. She always has.â
âThen why did she let me go?â
His heart went out to her, as it always had. âThatâs a question youâll have to ask her yourself. And one she needs to answer.â
With a little sigh, Vanessa sat back. âI always did come to cry on your shoulder.â
âThatâs what shoulders are for. Mostly I was vain enough to think I had two daughters.â
âYou did.â She blinked the tears away and took a soothing drink of tea. âDr. Tucker, are you in love with my mother?â
âYes. Does that upset you?â
âIt shouldnât.â
âBut?â
âItâs just that itâs difficult for me to accept. Iâve always had such a clear picture of you and Mrs. Tucker as a set. It was one of my constants. My parentsâ¦as unhappy as they were together,