didnât believe it, and in fact, there was no real evidence, but sheâd felt it might shock him enough to get his attention.
âWhat do you want from me?â he asked irritably.
âSome sign of life, â she cried.
He glared at her. âDid it ever occur to you that I might be tired?â
âToo tired to talk?â
âIâve never been a conversationalist. You knew that when you married me. Iâm not going to change at this stage of my life. I donât know whatâs bothering you, Grace, but get over it.â
âThatâs not fair! Iâm trying to get you to take some responsibility for whatâs happening to us.â
âYouâre the one whoâs so unhappy.â
âBecause I want more from our marriage than this.â She motioned with her arms in a futile effort to explain.
He frowned. âIâm giving you everything I have to give.â
So was she. Dear God, so was she.
âIf it isnât enough, I donât know what to tell you.â
Her throat thickened with heartache. This was all there was, all there would ever be, and it wasnât enough.
The phone rang and they both jerked their attention toward the kitchen wall. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she brushed them aside as she hurried into the other room.
âLet the machine get it,â Dan said.
âWhy, so we can talk some more?â
âNo,â he responded gruffly.
âThatâs what I thought.â She reached for the receiver and cleared her throat before she spoke. âHello,â she said, forcing herself to sound calm.
âMom? Oh, Mom, youâll never guess what?â Kelly cried. âI just got the news. Weâre pregnant!â The joy in her youngest daughterâs voice was as pure and sweet as anything Grace had ever known.
âPregnant? Youâre sure?â Grace felt her tears start again, but these were tears of an altogether different kind. After ten years of marriage, Kelly and Paul were desperate for a child. Theyâd undergone countless tests and procedures, and Grace had about given up hope that her daughter would ever conceive. She longed for grandchildren and it hadnât seemed likely. Not with Kellyâs fertility problems and Maryellen divorced. This was incredible news. Fabulous news.
Dan walked into the kitchen. âItâs Kelly,â she said excitedly, putting her hand over the receiver. âSheâs pregnant.â
Her husbandâs eyes lit up and he smiled. It was the first real smile sheâd seen from him in months. âDamn, thatâs great.â
âOh, sweetheart, your father and I are thrilled.â
âLet me talk to Daddy.â
Grace handed him the receiver. Kelly had always been especially close to her father, and they chatted for several minutes.
Dan replaced the receiver and went over to the stove wheresheâd put the hamburger on to fry for their meal. He slid his arms around her waist from behind and hugged her.
âI love you,â he whispered.
âI know. I love you, too.â
âEverythingâs going to be all right.â
âI know.â And it would. Grace had faith. Hope. And now she had a reason to continue, a reason to look to the future. Her marriage wasnât everything she wanted, but maybe it was enough. Sheâd make it enough. Sheâd shared thirty-five years with Dan. There had been good times and some not so good.
A grandchild gave her hope for the future.
Four
âI âll drive this evening,â Olivia told her mother. The previous time sheâd gotten into a car with Charlotte driving, Olivia had sworn it would be the last. Her mother out on the roads was a frightening thing to contemplate. She suspected Charlotte was the type of driver who never had an accident, but caused them.
âWell, itâs my turn, although I have to admit I donât like driving at night.â
Olivia removed her
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