Better Than Chocolate. Sheila Roberts

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СКАЧАТЬ ahead and make yourself something. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Muriel returned to the bathroom with as much dignity as she could muster. She was too young for her daughter to be telling her what to do.

      Although Samantha was right. She needed a bath.

      Twenty minutes later she emerged to find her daughter huddled on a stool at the kitchen counter, nursing her own mug of coffee. Muriel joined her and they sat side by side, looking at the empty kitchen.

      “I can’t seem to get my feet under me,” Muriel murmured.

      “You will,” Samantha said.

      And, if her daughter had anything to say about it, the sooner, the better, but all that busyness seemed like a waste of time. Her head suddenly hurt.

      “So, how about an omelet?” Samantha coaxed.

      Waldo loved a big, hearty breakfast. “It starts the day out right,” he used to say.

      There was no right way to start this day. “No, I don’t want anything,” Muriel said. Except to have my husband back.

      “Let me at least get you some toast.”

      Fine, if it would make her happy. Muriel nodded.

      It wasn’t until Samantha had toasted and buttered a piece of rye bread, put it on a plate and set it on the counter that Muriel’s foggy brain made an observation. “You’re not at the office.”

      Samantha nudged the plate closer. “Have some toast.”

      Muriel took a bite and chewed. She might as well have been chewing sawdust. She pushed the plate aside. “I thought you’d be at the office.”

      Once again Samantha inched the plate closer. “Have another bite.”

      Again Muriel pushed it away. She narrowed her eyes at her daughter. “Samantha Rose. Why are you here?”

      Samantha dropped her gaze to the counter and gnawed her lip. Behind that pretty face lived a will of steel that showed itself in a strong chin always set in determination. Today, though, her daughter looked like she’d collapsed in on herself.

      Maternal mode overpowering grief, Muriel reached across the counter and laid a hand on Samantha’s arm. “Tell me,” she commanded even though she didn’t want to hear. Between her daughter and the doctors, she’d been hearing enough miserable news the past few months to last her a lifetime. She shuddered inwardly and braced herself.

      Samantha looked up at her, eyes filled with desperation. “I don’t even know how to say this.”

      Of the three girls this daughter had never been afraid to tell her mother exactly what she thought. “Just tell me. It can’t top any of the bad news I’ve had in the past month.”

      “The bank is calling in its note. If I don’t come up with the money by the end of next month they’ll seize our assets and we’ll lose the business.”

      She’d known the company was having trouble, but hearing this, Muriel felt like she’d been knocked over by an avalanche. First that horrible diagnosis, followed by Waldo’s sudden death, now the business. What next?

      If she’d stayed in the modest paid-for house where she and Stephen had raised the girls, she and Samantha could have gone to the bank and gotten a home equity loan and solved this problem. But instead, she’d traded up and bought a big, new house to go with her new husband and her new life. Real estate values in the region had fallen and even she knew what that meant—her house wasn’t worth what it once was. And that meant the amount of equity she had to trade on amounted to zilch.

      It seemed wrong to ask your daughter, “What are we going to do?” She should’ve had an answer. But she didn’t. So she sat there and stared at Samantha, feeling like the world’s worst mother, willing her brain to become math-friendly.

      “I’ve been to the bank,” Samantha said. “They won’t help us. Right now there’s only one thing I can think to do.”

      She’d thought of something. Good. Whatever it was, Muriel would support her.

      Samantha hesitated, chewing her lip. She obviously wasn’t happy with the solution she’d come up with.

      “I’m listening,” Muriel said encouragingly even though she felt an overwhelming urge to run away.

      “I hate to ask this, but did Waldo have life insurance?”

      Life insurance. Just hearing the words made Muriel’s stomach churn. Waldo was not only dead, his life was reduced to a check. But it was a check they needed. She could use it to help her daughter save the company and maybe pay down this ridiculous mortgage.

      Oh, how crass that sounded! Waldo, I’m sorry.

      “Mom, I wouldn’t ask if I could think of anything else but I’m out of options,” Samantha was saying. “If you could just lend me enough to catch us up with the bank, I’ll make sure you get repaid as soon as possible.”

      She patted her daughter’s arm. “This is our business, honey. I’ll give you the money.”

      Samantha’s lower lip trembled and she took a deep breath. “Thanks,” she said with tears in her eyes.

      “We’re a family. Family sticks together.” Muriel hugged her.

      Samantha wrapped her arms around Muriel like a drowning person would grab a life preserver.

      Independent as her daughter was, she still needed her mother, and no matter how much Muriel wanted to sit life out for a good long while, maybe forever, she wasn’t about to abandon her child to fight this battle on her own. “I won’t let us lose this business,” she promised. “Grandma Rose would turn in her grave.”

      “So would Daddy.” Samantha pulled away and Muriel saw both relief and guilt on her face. “Thanks, Mom. I’m sorry we’re having to go about things this way.”

      She pushed a lock of red hair behind Samantha’s ear. “I’m not. And Waldo would be happy to know he was helping.”

      That remark tugged her daughter’s lips down at the corners, and even though Samantha didn’t say it, Muriel could hear her thinking, It’s the least he could do, considering the circumstances.

      But she didn’t say it, and for that Muriel was grateful. She held in a thought of her own, too. Yes, Waldo made some mistakes but he wasn’t the one who took out that expansion loan in the first place. Sometimes her daughter forgot that.

      “I’ll find the policy and call the insurance company this afternoon,” she promised.

      Samantha nodded, still looking uncomfortable. “Thanks.” And then she was all business, ready to recommence fighting the world. “I’d better get back to the office. Call me after you talk to them.”

      “I will,” Muriel assured her.

      She sent Samantha on her way with a kiss, then stood at the window and watched her run down the walk to her car. For a moment she saw her daughter at eighteen, climbing into the passenger СКАЧАТЬ