A Child's Wish. Tara Quinn Taylor

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      “Meredith felt it, Mark,” Susan said, her brow creased. “I know it’s hard to grasp, this gift of hers, but that doesn’t make it any less real.”

      He stared at her, not sure what to say. He’d suspected that Susan put credence in Meredith Foster’s fantasies, but she’d never before actually come out and said so. They’d managed to avoid conversation on the subject until now.

      He respected her right to believe whatever she believed. She just wasn’t going to convince him. It wasn’t logical.

      “Has she ever known stuff about you without first being told?” he asked. He was somewhat curious to hear the answer, but he also hoped to show her the hole in her theory. Meredith and Susan had been friends since they were fifteen years old—having met at a church youth function and found common ground in their non-traditional lives.

      “All the time.”

      Mark’s eyes opened wide at her response. Susan was a medical doctor, for God’s sake. A scientist.

      “Ten minutes after Bud died, Meredith was at my door. I was still in shock, hadn’t called anyone yet, and there she was.”

      “You said she stopped by often during the last days of your husband’s fight with leukemia.”

      “She did. But she always called first to see if Bud was awake. She didn’t want to impinge on what little time we had left together.”

      “So maybe she was in the area.”

      Susan shook her head. “She knew, Mark. She didn’t knock, she just used the extra key, came in and found me on the bed beside him sobbing….”

      Mark’s throat tightened as Susan’s eyes filled with tears. He could see her need to believe—he hurt for the anguish she’d been through, and cared enough to let the rest go.

      Pulling her against him he held her while she cried, rubbing her back, wanting to do whatever he could to ease a grief that he understood would be with her always. Three and a half years had passed since Barbie had walked out on him and Kelsey, and the ache still throbbed as intensely as ever during the dark hours.

      “THESE ARE BAD MEN.”

      Kelsey Shepherd leaned over on the stained couch to whisper to her mother. Two scary-looking old guys had come in from the garage door and they were putting something in the refrigerator. Kelsey thought they were gross.

      Dad would kill her if he knew she was there with them.

      Smiling, Barbie was shaking her head. “They’re fine,” she whispered back quickly and Kelsey stared at her. Was her mom okay? Even after all these times seeing her, she couldn’t get used to the short, choppy hair and no makeup and sloppy clothes. She remembered her mom being beautiful.

      Of course, maybe that was just kid stuff.

      “Don, sweetie, come on over and meet Kelsey,” Mom said. She squeezed Kelsey’s hand so hard her fingernails cut into Kelsey. “Kelsey, this is Don.”

      The bigger of the two men, the one with the beard that mostly covered his mouth and made it so you couldn’t tell if he was smiling or getting ready to spit, came over, his big boots making a lot of noise on the tile floor, which, as far as Kelsey could tell, covered the whole house.

      “Hi there!” he said, rubbing Kelsey’s head. She wanted to jerk away but she was afraid to upset her mom. Her mom wasn’t doing so good today. She was in one of those moods where she could be happy and then all of a sudden cranky.

      “Hi,” she finally said, leaning into her mother.

      “So your mom here tells me you’re in fourth grade.”

      Another squeeze of her hand. “Uh-huh.”

      “You like your teacher?”

      I’d like it if you’d go away. “She’s okay.”

      “You get good grades?”

      “Uh-huh.”

      Did Mom really live with this guy? When she could have Daddy?

      “I’ll bet you have lots of friends, a pretty girl like you.”

      Kelsey felt creepy. She wanted to leave.

      Her mother’s nails bit into her hand again, reminding Kelsey that she hadn’t answered.

      “Uh-huh.” If she didn’t love her mother so much, she’d never come back to this place, for sure. She hoped Mom wouldn’t make her. She liked driving around in the car more—even if it was old and rusty and had ripped seats and a bad smell.

      “Cool.” Don smacked his lips, leaned down and gave her mother a wet, messy kiss that lasted so long she could smell that he stank. He slid a finger through the hole in the thigh of her mom’s jeans. Just when Kelsey was going to jump up and leave, Don stood and went out the garage door. Kelsey listened for a car, hoping he was leaving, but there was only quiet.

      Mom let go of Kelsey’s hand and gave her a hug and a soft kiss like she used to do at bedtime. Kelsey almost had to wipe it off. She didn’t want any spit from that awful guy on her, anywhere.

      “You remember that ‘fluffy puppy’ book we used to read?” her mom asked, like she’d read her mind or something.

      “Yeah.” Kelsey still had it.

      “Remember how the cover was all stained and torn?”

      “Yeah.” She liked it that way.

      “The story was still the best, huh?”

      What was even better was that her mom remembered. And was talking like those days were important to her, too. “Yeah.”

      “Well, that’s how Don and his friend James are. They’re kind of rough-looking on the outside sometimes, but inside they’re the best.”

      Oh. Well, she hadn’t looked at the puppy book in a long time. It was probably covered up with her puke and stuff.

      “He has yellow teeth.” The hand running through her hair stopped.

      “Coffee stained is all. Don’s a truck driver and has to stay awake all night sometimes.”

      “Daddy drinks coffee.”

      Her mother didn’t say anything. She never seemed to listen when Kelsey mentioned Daddy, but Kelsey kept trying anyway. Her mom put both arms around her, pulling her close and Kelsey forgot all about her dad. If only she could come home from school every day and have her mom there waiting with a hug—the way Josie’s mom waited for them.

      “James has a daughter your age,” her mom said, and Kelsey didn’t feel as good. If all Mom was going to talk about was those men, then Kelsey shouldn’t have come. Didn’t she realize that Kelsey’d be grounded for a year if she was caught here? Daddy thought she was at Josie’s house, which she would be in time for him to come pick her up.

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