“Out of line how?”
“When I didn’t like what you had to say, I was rude. I’m sorry.”
“You sound tired.”
“It’s been a long day.” And then, before he could respond, she added, “A long couple of weeks.”
Definely not a professional call.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
He barely knew the woman. But asking the question seemed natural.
“Not really.” Her chuckle lacked humor. “It’s just that sometimes life doesn’t make a lot of sense, you know?”
More like most times. “Yeah.”
“I found out earlier this week, at the reading of my grandmother’s will, that the man I thought was my maternal grandfather by adoption, was actually my biological grandfather.”
Rick’s heart rate sped up. The conversation had just become personal. Between him and her.
“You lost your grandmother?”
Her pause was telling. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
The darkness surrounding him was more companion than demon at the moment.
“Were you close to her?”
“Very. You see, the thing is, I don’t get close to people. I tend to get cramped. To suffocate if anyone gets too close. Except for my grandmother. I never got that feeling with her. Not once.”
“What about your parents?”
“Oh, yeah. It happens with them most of all. I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
“Maybe because you need to talk about it and I’m risk free.”
“But still…”
“Maybe because I want to hear it.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.” More sure than he’d been about anything in a long time. Except for getting Carrie.
“Why?”
“You really want me to answer that?”
“I asked, didn’t I?”
It was like they were dancing. Only they were using words to circle each other. To feel each other out.
Because there was more here than a foster mother and a potential adoptive parent.
You ’re losing it, Kraynick. You ’ve met her twice.
But he answered her anyway. “My niece aside, you intrigue me. It’s been a long time since I met a woman I didn’t immediately forget two minutes after I left her…That didn’t come out as I meant it to sound.”
Rick moaned inwardly. He really had been out of the singles scene a long time.
“Maybe not, but it might be the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in quite a while.” Her voice dropped. “This isn’t going to sway my opinion regarding Carrie.”
“I understand.”
“I mean that.”
“I’m enjoying a conversation with a woman I’ve met,” he said, bemused as he looked out over a city that, recently, had seemed to go on without him. “Not with a foster parent.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yep.”
“Okay then, my mom was adopted,” she blurted, before going on to tell him about her mother’s relationship with her older brother, the biological son of her adoptive parents. And that wasn’t all. There were two uncles involved, too. And a couple of cousins.
“And you guys just found out all of this?”
“Pretty amazing, huh?” Silence hung between them until she said, “Had enough?”
“Not by a long shot.”
“What are we doing here?”
“Talking.”
“Yeah, but we don’t really even know each other and…Strangely enough, this feels…good.”
“So talk. This feels…good.” He repeated her words back to her.
“It’s been a tough couple of weeks all around, huh?”
“That it has.” “It’s kind of like we were meant to meet. To talk.”
He was glad to hear she thought so, too. “We’ve been through similar experiences,” he said. “Both finding out about family we didn’t know we had. It’s good to talk to someone who understands.”
“Especially since we aren’t going to get a chance to have relationships with some of them. Your sister. My biological grandmother. And even some I did spend time with weren’t who I thought they were. My whole life I thought my grandfather was this somewhat quiet, very loyal, hardworking family man who adored my grandmother. And then I hear that he was not only unfaithful to her, that he’d had a mistress on the side for years, but that he’d also had babies by her? He had both women pregnant at the same time with his two sons!”
“But they never knew they were half brothers.” “
No! We didn’t even know this other woman existed, and she was my mom’s mother! This woman raised her two sons—the second, younger than my mother, was fathered by the man she eventually married—and a grandson. So why in the hell did she give my mother away?”
“Maybe your grandfather gave her no choice. Maybe it was some kind of deal they made, that one of them raise one of their children while the other raised the other?”
“That stinks. Like kids are assets you’re going to split?”
Rick leaned back on the couch, propping his heels on the low table in front of it, more alive than he’d felt in a long time. “Yeah, probably not. You said he was a loving man. There was probably more to it than that. Maybe…
maybe the first pregnancy came so soon after her husband’s death she could pass the baby off as his. But your mother would have been obviously illegitimate.”
“That wasn’t my mom’s fault. And certainly no reason not to love her.”
“But then you live in a society that wouldn’t blink twice at a child born out of wedlock.” What an untenable situation. “I can’t imagine the rest of Robert’s life, as he lived with those choices.”
“My grandfather’s smile always seemed a little sad. I understand why, now. But I’ll say this for him. He was there for us. Always.”
“Us. You mentioned a couple of cousins. Are they Sam’s kids?”
“Belle is. The other, Joe, is Adam’s son.”
“So you knew this Belle growing up, but since you never met Adam, you wouldn’t have known Joe, which means you have a new cousin to become acquainted with, too.”
“No, that’s weird, as well. Adam’s son, Joe, was my best friend.”
Rick frowned. “What?”
“Yeah.” Sue paused a long moment. Then she explained about the friend she’d had but never brought home. “The best way I can describe my childhood is cloying,” she added, by way of explanation. “My mom’s the type who’s not content unless she’s inside your skin. Maybe because Uncle Sam always made her feel less a part of the family, I don’t know. Anyway, she met my father while they were still in high school, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. They do everything