Indemnity: Book Two: Covenant of Trust Series (21 page)

“
Mrs. Dad?” Rita asked, and then Bobbi waved, and pointed to herself. “No, I’m her sister, Rita. Nice to meet you, Jack.” Rita shook the little boy’s hand.

“
This is your Aunt Rita,” Bobbi said.

“
I have an aunt?” Jack asked.

“
Yes,” Bobbi said. “And your Uncle Gavin will be here soon, then cousins and your grandma.”

“
No way!” Jack exclaimed. “I never had a grandma. Heck, I never had brothers or—”

“
Not heck, okay?” Bobbi admonished. “Shannon doesn’t say that word, so I have to hold you to the same rule.”

“
Sorry, I’ll be more carefuler. Can I see Brad now?”

“
I’ll get him.” Bobbi opened the back door, and motioned for Brad.

“
He’s even cooler than his pictures!” Jack exclaimed.

Bobbi grinned at the giddy little boy, stretching a hand up to Brad’s. Why was it so hard to let go and love him? Why couldn’t she see him and not his mother?

“
You play football,” Jack said.

“
Not anymore,” Brad said. “That was in high school.”

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But you have a helmet and trophies and everything!”

“
Wait until John gets here, then. He played football in college.”

“
Who’s John?”

Brad pointed across the kitchen. “Aunt Rita has three kids, Kara, Kelly and Danny. Kara is married to John, and they have Katelyn, she’s four and Natalie, she’s almost a year old.”

“
That’s little,” Jack said.

“
So’s six. Kelly is married to Patrick. They’ll be here later, but they don’t have any kids. Danny is in San Diego, in the Navy. Who knows when you’ll meet him.”

“
Tell me some football stuff,” Jack begged. “I wanted to play pee-wee football, but my mom said I would get creamed.”

“
She’s right,” Brad said, and then he leaned down closer to Jack and winked. “That’s what makes it fun.”

“
Can we throw the football? Will you show me how?”

“
If Dad’s back, and can watch the grill.”

“
I’ll check!” Jack said, taking off down the hall, and then he stopped sharply. “Wait! Do you have a football? ’Cause I don’t.”

“
There’s one in the garage.”

“
Great!” Jack took off again.

“
Awww, now Jack’s gonna play with Brad,” Shannon said. “Rats.”

“
You’ve played with Jack all day,” Bobbi said. “Besides, Katelyn will be here soon.”

One by one, family members arrived for dinner, and Jack charmed each one when he could pull himself away from Brad and the football. Just before five-thirty, Bobbi saw Chuck holding the back door open for his mother. When Jack saw Ann, he dropped the football and ran to the deck, and then he approached her with great solemnity. “Are you my grandma?” he asked. “I never had a grandma before.”

“
Only if you are Jack,” Ann replied with a wide smile. She held her arms open, and motioned for Jack to come closer for a hug.

Bobbi had to look away. With Ann, with everyone else, it was just that simple. Throw open your arms and scoop the little boy up. Smile at him. Love on him. Connect with him. Forget who he is, what he represents.

When Jack threw his arms around Ann’s neck, and squeezed, she grimaced and groaned slightly.

“
I’m sorry!” Jack said, immediately letting go.

“
No, Jack. I was cleaning out a closet today, and I think I overdid it. My whole chest hurts.” Ann took the arm of one of the deck chairs and eased into it.

“
Ann, are you ever going to slow down?” Bobbi asked her.

“
I may have to. I get tired and winded a lot easier these days.”

“
When was the last time you were at the doctor’s, Mom?” Chuck asked.

“
Four months ago. Everything was fine. Blood pressure, sugar, everything. I’m seventy-three years old. I’m entitled to wear out once in a while.” She patted the seat beside her. “Now Jack, tell me all about yourself.”

“
You’re not gonna die, are you?” Jack slid into the seat. “’Cause I just got you.”

“
Of course not,” Ann said. “Your mom and dad worry too much.”

“
I have a mom already,” Jack corrected as he pointed to Bobbi. “She’s Mrs. Dad.”

Thank you for clarifying, Bobbi thought. Jack clearly doesn’t want her to be his mother. That alone should let her off the hook.

“
My mistake,” Ann whispered. “I’m used to Shannon.”

“
It’s okay,” Jack said. “We all have to get used to each other. Mrs. Dad said so.”

“
You’ll find out she’s pretty sharp. You should listen to her.”

“
Yeah, I like her.” He grinned and waved at Bobbi.

Bobbi waved back.
Thanks for the extra helping of guilt, Jack.

In the bustle of goodbyes, everyone seemed to forget about Jack until Ann spotted him in the deck chair furthest from the door, hugging his knees to his chest. She motioned for him to come and sit on her lap. He shook his head, and refused to budge, so she walked over to him. “What’s wrong, Jack?”

“
It’s over. I didn’t want it to be over.” He turned his head trying to hide the tears in his eyes, but the loud sniffles gave him away.

“
You had fun this evening, I know. I could tell.” Jack nodded. “I bet you’re tired.” Jack shook his head vigorously. “How about if I read you a story before I go? How would that be?”

“
What kind of story?”

“
One with an evil giant.” Ann raised her hands above her head. “And a little boy, not much bigger than you.”

“
Ok, but I’m still not happy.” Jack slid out of the deck chair.

“
Let’s go in and find a good chair,” Ann said.

“
What about Shannon?”

“
I won’t start without her, I promise.” Ann got her purse from the kitchen table, and found the small Bible she carried.

Jack pointed at the book and scowled. “That’s a pretty little book.”

“
Oh, but it has some very big stories in it.” Ann led Jack to the living room away from the family room and the television set. “Can you read the title?” She sat in the recliner, and Jack climbed into her lap.

“
Ho ... holly ...”

“
Long-o,” Ann corrected.

“
Holy ... Bib ...”

“
Long-i sound.”

“
Bible. Holy Bible.” Jack beamed.

“
Very good. God wanted us to know some important stuff, so He had men write this book. It has His instructions, plus stories and poems, all kinds of good stuff.”

Jack flipped through the book, then he frowned and handed it back. “It doesn’t have pictures.”

“
You can think of much better pictures than anyone could draw.”

“
Grandma! Are you reading stories?” Shannon called as she bounced down the stairs.

“
We’re in the living room.”

Shannon raced in and climbed up in Ann’s lap, snuggling close. Ann reached around the children, and flipped the pages of her Bible. “Now, years ago - and this is a real story Jack, not a fairy tale - Israel had some terrible enemies called the Philistines.”

“
You’re not reading all the words,” Jack said.

“
I haven’t started the story yet,” Ann explained. “This is the background.”

“
Oh,” Jack said. He settled in against her, and listened intently as she read the story of David and Goliath. When she finished and closed her Bible, Jack sat up straight, his eyes wide. “That really happened?”

“
Every word.”

“
Wow,” Jack said.

“
You should read him Daniel in the lion’s den,” Shannon said.

“
Maybe next time,” Ann said, helping the children down from her lap. “Grandma is tired. I need to get home, and you two need to go to sleep. I’m sure it’s past your bedtimes.”

“
Grown-ups are all about bedtime,” Jack said, shaking his head.

“
Yes, we are,” Chuck said. “And baths.”

“
I already had mine, Daddy!” Shannon said.

“
Then you need to get upstairs, miss, and Jack, Mom ... I mean, Mrs. Dad’s got your bath ready.”

“
Rats,” Jack said.

Ann braced herself and eased out of the recliner. “Give me an easy hug, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“
Tomorrow?” the little boy asked.

“
At church, silly,” Shannon said.

“
What’s church?” Jack asked.

“
Don’t worry. I’ll explain it all tomorrow.” Shannon hugged her grandmother, and then scampered around the corner with Jack in tow.

Once they were gone, Ann turned to Chuck. “He’s a delightful little boy, and Bobbi seems to be doing very well with him.”

“
Bobbi’s willing to work at it. Shannon took right up with him, and he’s settled in, I think.”

“
He seems very needy, Chuck.”

“
He’s very well taken care of.”

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That’s not what I mean. He’s desperate for someone other than his mother to approve of him.”

“
He should have gotten that tonight.”

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Yes, but what’s it going to do to his mother when he likes it better here ... than with her?”

“
I’m not trying to get Jack to like me better,” Chuck said.

“
No, but this woman gets her fulfillment from Jack, her purpose. It’s a dangerous thing when your purpose for living is taken away.”

“
Mom, how could you know that?” Chuck crossed his arms and frowned. “You’ve never met her, or even seen her.”

“
No, but I know people. Think about it. If she found fulfillment in her career, why would she want a child?”

“
Point taken, but dangerous? That’s a stretch.”

“
Son, this is a woman who operates by a completely different code of right and wrong than you and I do. Don’t assume anything.”

Chuck stood silently, clenching his jaw the way his father always did when he wouldn’t admit she was right. “Have you told Bobbi any of this?”

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No.”

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Don’t. Don’t repeat any of this to Bobbi.”

“
I won’t lie.”

“
Bobbi’s imagination is active enough. Don’t give her any more material.”

Ann smiled and patted his arm. “Now that I’ve made you mad, can I ask you for an aspirin and an antacid?”

“
You didn’t make me mad,” Chuck said.

“
Don’t lie to your mother.”

“
There’s a bottle of Tums in the downstairs bathroom. I’ll run upstairs and get the aspirin.”

Before Chuck got to the top of the stairs, Bobbi called to him from Brad’s room. He found her standing over Jack’s open suitcase. “What’s wrong?”

“
Nothing, I guess,” Bobbi said. “I just thought this was strange.” She held up dress pants, a button up shirt and a tie. “You didn’t tell her we were taking him to church, did you?”

“
Not until I picked him up,” Chuck answered. “Everything was packed by then.”

“
So she knew,” Bobbi said.

“
Honey, it’s not a state secret that we go to church.”

“
It ... it just makes me very uncomfortable.”

“
Because you let it,” Chuck said.

“
Excuse me?” Bobbi laid Jack’s clothes back in his suitcase. “It’s taking every ounce of strength I have to go through this with you, to be supportive, to walk beside you, and you have the nerve to suggest that it’s my fault that contact with your mistress upsets me?”

“
That’s not what I meant—”

“
Dad! I’m ready to get out!” Jack called from the bathroom.

“
This will have to wait.”

Chuck nodded, and resigned himself to another argument. “I’ll get him out of the tub. Can you take Mom an aspirin?”

He watched her walk away, his own head throbbing for some aspirin. Surely, it wasn’t going to be like this every weekend Jack was here.

“
Ann, I don’t feel like I got to speak to you at all tonight,” Bobbi said, catching her mother-in-law in the front hallway.

“
You’ve got your hands full right now,” Ann said with a knowing smile. “I understand.”

Bobbi handed her the aspirin bottle. “Let me get you a glass of water.”

“
No need.” Ann shook out two tablets and quickly swallowed them.

“
You and Chuck and Joel. I don’t know how you do that.” Bobbi took the bottle back from her. “But you’re feeling all right?”

“
Oh, I’ll be fine.”

“
I still want to sit down with you and talk about Joel and Jack. Maybe we can grab a cup of coffee next week some time?”

“
I’ll look forward to it,” Ann said, opening the door. “Tell Chuck goodnight for me.”

Bobbi gave her a hug, and then closed the door behind her. She dropped the aspirin bottle off in the downstairs bathroom, and headed to the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee to help bolster her resolve when Chuck came downstairs.

From the kitchen, Bobbi could hear her sons talking to the players and referees on the television. Hopefully they were enthralled with the game and wouldn’t hear the coming discussion. She had just gotten the coffeemaker started when she heard Brad come in behind her. “Mom, I’m gonna go. I’ve got some reading to do.”