The Second Family. Janice Carter

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СКАЧАТЬ the neighborhood was bustling on a Friday afternoon. Rush hour had already begun and Tess knew the expressways would be packed. She’d decided long ago to save herself the expense of a car in the city, especially since most of her waking hours were devoted to work.

      They walked north along the lake and the outer edge of Lincoln Park. Tess glanced down at Molly, still clutching her hand, and saw her eyes grow bigger and bigger at each new sight. The park and zoo might be an option for tomorrow morning, she thought. Unless they slept in, though from what Tess had gathered about kids from the parents in her department, that wasn’t a likely occurrence.

      The appearance of the six-story building where Tess lived elicited another gasp from Molly and, though Nick remained silent, Tess saw that his eyes widened, too. It had been renovated by a well-known architect when the area was undergoing a transformation from its more humble origins.

      “You live here?”

      Tess almost smiled at the wobble in Nick’s voice. She guessed what he was thinking. “Yes, but don’t worry. It’s not really a factory—just looks a bit like one from the outside.”

      She unlocked the exterior door and led them into a foyer festooned with thick, multicolored tubular pipes that ran back and forth along the ceiling.

      “I feel like I’m in Legoland,” Molly gasped.

      “Yeah, right,” Nick scoffed. Still, his eyes gleamed as they scanned the foyer.

      “Neat, isn’t it?” Tess remarked.

      “Neat?”

      There was a hint of disdain in his voice. “Well, whatever kids say these days,” she said.

      “Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled.

      When they were on the elevator going up to Tess’s sixth-floor loft, Molly unexpectedly asked, “Do you have any other brothers or sisters?”

      “God,” muttered Nick. “She didn’t even know she had us.”

      “That’s not her fault,” Molly put in. “Anyway, we didn’t know about her either, until after the…”

      Her unspoken word—accident—boomed in the silence. Tess struggled to find something to say, but was saved by the elevator reaching her floor. She stepped out first, noticing that now both kids were pale-faced and red-eyed. If Mavis were here, she thought, she’d feed them and send them to bed.

      They didn’t utter a word when she unlocked her door, but Nick’s jaw dropped slightly and Molly gasped. The ten-foot ceiling-to-floor windows facing east afforded an impressive view of Lake Michigan. Since Tess spent most of her time at the office, she’d devoted little effort to furnishings. The sparseness of the condo added to the effect of space and light created by the unadorned windows.

      The children stood in the doorway until Tess herded them inside. “The kitchen’s at the end of this main room and the bathroom’s off that hall there,” she said, pointing to her right, “just before the bedroom.”

      “Is there a door on the bathroom?” Molly asked.

      Tess smiled. “For sure. And on my bedroom, too.”

      “Where will we sleep?”

      “We’ll work that out. Just put your stuff anywhere. Are you two hungry? I know you just ate something but I can order pizza.”

      “We just had french fries,” Molly said. “But by the time the pizza comes, I know I’ll be ready for it.”

      Tess smiled. “What about you, Nick? Pizza?”

      He shrugged. “Sure.”

      Tess hesitated. Did he want her to persuade him some more? Or was he really so indifferent?

      “I only like pepperoni on mine,” said Molly, advancing farther into the living room.

      “Oh?” Tess paused. She hadn’t given a thought to preferences. “And what about you, Nick?”

      “Same,” he mumbled, letting his pack fall to the floor.

      “Okay,” Tess murmured, mentally bidding goodbye to her usual feta, spinach and roasted red peppers. She headed for the galley kitchen at the opposite end of the room and used the telephone on the counter there to order. When she finished, she opened the refrigerator and took out the half bottle of Chardonnay she’d been sipping on that week. She’d just finished pouring a glass when she glanced up to see Molly watching her from the other side of the counter. “Uh, thirsty?”

      Molly nodded. “But I don’t drink wine,” she said.

      “I’ve got some cranberry juice and mineral water.”

      Molly’s face screwed up in thought. “No milk?”

      “Sorry. I drink my coffee black.”

      “Apple juice?”

      “Only cranberry. But if you want, I can call the pizza place back and get them to bring some pop with the order.”

      The face brightened. “Okay! Coke, please.”

      Tess reached for the phone. “Nick?” she asked.

      He was standing in front of one of the windows, staring out. There was something about the slump of his shoulders. Maybe he wasn’t as tough as he was trying to be. “Sure,” he finally said.

      “What kind?” Tess asked, impatience edging her voice.

      Molly whispered, “He likes Coke, too.”

      That settled it as far as Tess was concerned and she quickly made the phone call before there could be any more changes. Once the pizza arrived and had been devoured in what Tess considered an alarmingly short time, the two kids were sagging into the pillows on the sofa, mesmerized by a television show Tess had never seen before in her life. She glanced across the room at the clock in the kitchen nook. Not quite seven o’clock. Normally she wouldn’t be home for another hour. Perhaps she could do some work after they went to bed. The problem was, where was bed going to be?

      “Does this couch pull out?” Nick asked some time later. “Molly’s fallen asleep.”

      Tess glanced up from the newspaper she was reading. Molly was slumped over in a corner of the sofa. “No, it doesn’t pull out, but one of you can sleep there.”

      “Then it’ll have to be me,” he said, “so Molly can sleep with you.”

      Tess wasn’t sure whether to marvel at the way he took charge of the situation or his omission at seeking her approval of the plan. Without waiting for a reply, Nick shook Molly awake. Tess headed for the bedroom, followed by Nick dragging Molly behind him. As soon as Tess drew back the bedcover, Molly flopped onto the bed.

      “She can sleep in her underwear,” Nick said. “You take off her clothes while I set up the couch.”

      Tess watched him leave the room. Obviously, he’d had plenty of experience at looking after Molly. In spite of his constant bickering with her on the way home, Nick really СКАЧАТЬ