The Good Mother. Shelley Galloway

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      To Tom.

      Back when we met, my accent was thicker,

       my figure was better and wrinkles around my eyes

       were only something to dread. Thanks for making

       me still feel like the girl you fell in love with…

       all those years ago.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty-Four

      Chapter Twenty-Five

      Epilogue

      Chapter One

      In her next life, Evie was going to think things through just a little bit more carefully. Think about things like good old cause and effect.

      Brrrinnnggg! Bring, breeng! Bringgg!

      Case in point. How come she hadn’t considered just how terrible the shrill ring of a fake cell phone would sound in her baby daughter’s hands when she was in Grab-A-Lot Dollar Store two days ago? Thinking ahead would have done her a lot of good.

      Briinnggg!

      “Momma, make Missy stop! Her stupid cell phone is drivin’ me crazy!”

      Leave it to Jenna to tell it like it was.

      “Missy, stop,” Evie said, more to please her seven-year-old than to bring about any change in her toddler.

      Jenna had never been one to suffer fools, or to suffer her baby sister’s needs and wishes. Actually, from the moment her little redheaded darling had been born, she hadn’t been in the mood to put up with much of anything, which was really too bad, since Evie could have used some support at the moment.

      Briiinnnngggg!

      “Momma! She’s not stopping.”

      A better mother would be more patient and kind. But Jenna had come about her personality rightfully…which meant a lot of the time Evie didn’t have much patience, either. “Thanks for the update.”

      “Can’t you do something?”

      “No, and you can’t, either. Don’t touch that phone,” she added, when she heard Jenna shifting closer to the baby, which could only mean the toy was about to be snatched.

      It didn’t take a genius to know what would happen then. Missy screaming—loud, clear and unrelenting.

      “But Momma—”

      “Don’t touch it.”

      Breeeinnngggg! Bring! Ding!

      “I hate that phone! Can I at least say that?”

      “You may.” Evie drummed her fingers on her steering wheel and hoped she was going to make it to her parents’ without going crazy or wondering yet again why she’d decided to make the drive from Texas to Florida’s panhandle in two days.

      After all, the girls were acting just like all the parenting books said they were supposed to. Jenna was all of seven and trying so hard to be helpful, even if she was only helping to benefit herself. Missy was just a baby.

      As the toy rang and whistled and Jenna sighed dramatically, Evie glanced up to meet her eldest’s glare in the rearview mirror. “Why don’t you color or something?”

      Out went the lip. “I’m sick of coloring. And I can’t do anything with Missy going nuts with that phone.”

      “It’s keeping her happy. Look on the bright side. She’s not crying.”

      “Well, I’m not happy.”

      Evie wasn’t, either, but since no one had cared about that during the last year, she didn’t bother to bring it up now. “You’re just going to have to be patient.”

      “How much longer until we get to Bishop’s Gate?”

      Recalling that they’d just passed the sign for I-85, Evie guesstimated they were close. “One hour. Maybe less.” Bishop’s Gate was a sleepy little beachside town on the west coast of Florida. As the resort billboards on the side of the road advertised, nonstop fun was just minutes away.

      Jenna groaned like that was an eternity. “Momma, we’ve been in here forever.”

      “Only nine hours.”