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.I mean that as a compliment.I ll take it.I m useless at all of that.I can barely paint my own nails.How about you? Quinn asked Layla.I can t sew, but I like to paint.Walls.I ve done some ragging that turned out pretty well.The only ragging I ve done successfully was on my ex-fianc.You were engaged? Frannie asked.I thought I was.But our definition of same differed widely.It can be difficult to blend careers and personal lives.file://C:\Documents and Settings\Administrator\Local Settings\Temp\Rar$EX03.813\Nora.3/3/2008 BloodBrothers Page 124 of 257Oh, I don t know.People do it all the time with varying degrees of success, sure, but they do.Ithink it just has to be the right people.The trick, or the first of probably many tricks, is recognizing theright person.Wasn t it like that for you? Didn t you have to recognize each other?I knew the first time I saw Frannie.There she is.Jim beamed down the table at his wife.Frannienow, she was a little more shortsighted.A little more practical, Frannie corrected, seeing as we were eight and ten at the time.Plus Ienjoyed having you moon over and chase after me.Yes, you re right.Frannie looked back at Quinn.You have to see each other, and see in each other something that makes you want to take the chance,that makes you believe you can dig down for the long haul.And sometimes you think you see something, Quinn commented, but it was just a let s saytrompe l oeil.O NE THING QUINN KNEW HOW TO DO WAS FINAGLE.Frannie Hawkins wasn t an easy mark, butQuinn managed to charm her way into the kitchen to help put together dessert and coffee.I love kitchens.I m kind of a pathetic cook, but I love all the gadgets and tools, all the shinysurfaces.I imagine with your work, you eat out a lot.Actually, I eat in most of the time or call for takeout.I implemented a lifestyle change nutrition-wise a couple of years ago.Determined to eat healthier, depend less on fast or nuke-it-out-of-a-boxfood.I make a really good salad these days.That s a start.Oh God, oh God, that s apple pie.Homemadeapple pie.I m going to have to do double duty in the gym as penance for the huge piece I m going to askfor.Her enjoyment obvious, Frannie shot her a wicked smile.la mode, with vanilla bean icecream?Yes, but only to show my impeccable manners.Quinn hesitated a moment, then jumped in.I mgoing to ask you, and if you want this off-limits while I m enjoying your hospitality, just tell me to backoff.Is it hard for you to nurture this normal life, to hold your family, yourself, your home together whenyou know all of it will be threatened?It s very hard.Frannie turned to her pies while the coffee brewed.Just as it s very necessary.Iwanted Cal to go, and if he had I would have convinced Jim to leave.I could do that, I could turn myback on it all.But Cal couldn t.And I m so proud of him for staying, for not giving up.Will you tell me what happened when he came home that morning, the morning of his tenthbirthday?I was in the yard.Frannie walked over to the window that faced the back.She could see it all,every detail.How green the grass was, how blue the sky.Her hydrangeas were headed up and beginningfile://C:\Documents and Settings\Administrator\Local Settings\Temp\Rar$EX03.813\Nora.3/3/2008 BloodBrothers Page 125 of 257to pop, her delphiniums towering spears of exotic blue.Deadheading her roses, and some of the coreopsis that had bloomed off.She could even hear thebusy snip, snip of her shears, and the hum of the neighbor s it had been the Petersons, Jack and Lois,then lawn mower.She remembered, too, she d been thinking about Cal, and his birthday party.She dhad his cake in the oven.A double-chocolate sour cream cake, she remembered.She d intended to do a white frosting tosimulate the ice planet from one of the Star Wars movies.Cal had loved Star Wars for years and years.She d had the little action figures to arrange on it, the ten candles all ready in the kitchen.Had she heard him or sensed him probably some of both but she d looked around as he d comebarreling up on his bike, pale, filthy, sweaty.Her first thought had been accident, there d been anaccident.And she d been on her feet and rushing to him before she d noticed he wasn t wearing hisglasses.The part of me that registered that was ready to give him a good tongue-lashing.But the rest ofme was still running when he climbed off his bike, and ran to me.He ran to me and he grabbed on sotight.He was shaking my little boy shaking like a leaf.I went down on my knees, pulling him backso I could check for blood or broken bones.What is it, what happened, are you hurt? All of that, Frannie remembered had flooded out of her,so fast it was like one word.In the woods, he d said.Mom.Mom.In the woods.There was that part of me again, the part that thought what were you doing in the woods, CalebHawkins? It all came pouring out of him, how he and Fox and Gage planned this adventure, what they ddone, where they d gone.And that same part was coldly devising the punishment to fit the crime, evenwhile the rest of me was terrified, and relieved, so pitifully relieved I was holding my dirty, sweaty boy.Then he told me the rest.You believed him?I didn t want to.I wanted to believe he d had a nightmare, which he richly deserved, that he dstuffed himself on sweets and junk food and had a nightmare.Even, that someone had gone after them inthe woods.But I couldn t look at his face and believe that.I couldn t believe the easy that, the fixablethat.And then, of course, there were his eyes.He could see a bee hovering over the delphiniums acrossthe yard.And under the dirt and sweat, there wasn t a bruise on him.The nine-year-old I d sent off theday before had scraped knees and bruised shins.The one who came back to me hadn t a mark on him,but for the thin white scar across his wrist he hadn t had when he left.Even with that, a lot of adults, even mothers, wouldn t have believed a kid who came home with astory like that.I won t say Cal never lied to me, because obviously he did.He had.But I knew he wasn t lying.Iknew he was telling me the truth, all the truth he knew.What did you do?I took him inside, told him to clean up, change his clothes.I called his father, and got his sistershome.I burned his birthday cake completely forgot about it, never heard the timer.Might ve burnedfile://C:\Documents and Settings\Administrator\Local Settings\Temp\Rar$EX03.813\Nora.3/3/2008 BloodBrothers Page 126 of 257the house down if Cal himself hadn t smelled the burning.So he never got his ice planet or his tencandles.I hate remembering that.I burned his cake and he never got to blow out his birthday candles.Isn t that silly?No, ma am.No, Quinn said with feeling when Frannie looked at her, it s not.He was never really, not wholly, a little boy again.Frannie sighed.We went straight over to theO Dells, because Fox and Gage were already there.We had what I guess you could call our first summitmeeting.What didWe need to take in the dessert and coffee.Can you handle that tray?Understanding the subject was closed for now, Quinn stepped over.Sure.It looks terrific, Mrs.Hawkins [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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