Man With A Mission. Muriel Jensen

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      “You shouldn’t have cut up her pillowcase. But it was good that you paid her for it.”

      “I just didn’t think pigs and ducks would make a neat dress like the roses. Your plain blue ones weren’t very good either.”

      Jackie frowned at the knowledge that one of her pillowcases had been considered.

      The chiming clock in the living room sounded seven, time for Rachel’s favorite television show about castaway children on a tropical island. She leapt off the stool. “Gotta go, Mom. Castaway Kids is on!”

      Jackie replaced the stool, looked around her tidy, quiet kitchen, and said a prayer of gratitude that though the evening had begun in crisis, they’d managed to turn it around. Another family miracle.

      It was a fact of life, she thought, that raising two little girls was often more difficult than running a city of four thousand.

      HANK DROVE HIS MOTHER HOME after dinner at the inn, grateful that Jackie hadn’t been working tonight. Running into her once had been all his good humor could handle.

      Fortunately the electrical problem he’d encountered at City Hall this afternoon had been simply a blown fuse caused when his massage-therapist neighbor plugged in a faulty microwave. Once he’d found his flashlight, then the fuse box, the problem had been easily solved.

      “I’ve got a girl for you,” Adeline said.

      The problem of his mother was unfortunately less easily dealt with than electricity. Unlike other mothers, she didn’t beat around the bush or try subterfuge to fix him up with a date. She’d once brought a pizza and the daughter of a friend of hers to his apartment and left them there.

      “Doris McIntyre’s niece is visiting for a couple of weeks from New York,” his mother said, “and she needs someone to show her around Maple Hill.”

      “Mom, she can see it in a two-hour walk. One hour if she doesn’t go to the lake.”

      “Hank, don’t be difficult.” She folded her arms and looked pugnaciously out the window at the dark night as they drove down the two-lane road to the lake. “I’m not getting any younger and I have yet to have one grandchild. Not one. Everyone else in the Quincy Quilters has at least one, most of them several. Bedelia Jones has eleven. I have none. Zero. Zilch. Na—”

      “I got it, Mom,” he interrupted. “But I’m single. Shouldn’t you be speaking to Haley and Bart about giving you grandchildren? They’ve been married six months. Let them give you something to brag about at your quilting sessions.”

      Adeline made a face. “They’re waiting.” She imbued the word with disappointment.

      “For what?”

      “They didn’t say, I didn’t ask.”

      “So I’m the only one you interrogate?”

      “You’re my firstborn.”

      “That means I inherit everything you’ve got. It doesn’t mean you’re allowed to harass me.”

      “Is wanting you to meet a good girl and settle down harassment?”

      “No, but trying to pick her for me is.”

      “I’m not picking her for you,” she insisted, apparently affronted that her good intentions were so misunderstood. “I’m helping you find some potential candidates. You don’t seem to be working toward it at all.”

      “I’m building a business.”

      “I’m going to be seventy in ten years!”

      He laughed outright. “Mom, that doesn’t have anything to do with anything. Right now you’ve just turned sixty. And a youthful sixty. Relax. There’s lots of time.”

      There was a moment’s silence, then she asked gravely, “What if I told you I was dying?”

      His heart thumped against his ribs and he swerved to the side of the road, screeching to a halt. “What?” he demanded.

      “Well, I’m not,” she said, tugging on her coat collar, clearly feeling guilty for having startled him, “but what if I was? Am I to go to my grave without ever holding a grandbaby in my arms?”

      Hank put his left hand to his face and rested the wrist of the other atop the steering wheel. “Mom,” he said, “I’m going to drive you to your grave myself if you ever do that to me again!”

      “I was trying to make a point,” she huffed.

      “The point is you sometimes act like a lunatic!” He checked the side mirror and pulled out onto the road again, his pulse dribbling back to normal. “I’m trying to build a business, Mom. Relax about grandchildren, okay?”

      “I’m thinking about you.”

      “I’m fine.”

      “You’re alone.”

      “I like it that way.”

      He turned onto the short road that led to her driveway, and drove up to the house. He pulled to a stop and turned off the engine. He always walked her up the steps and saw her inside.

      “I thought you came home because you realized that while you loved your work for NASA, you didn’t have a life. It was all future and no present.”

      He jumped out of the van, walked around to pull out the step stool he kept for her in the back, then opened her door and placed the stool on the ground. He offered her his hand. “That’s true. And I’m enjoying my life here. I just need a little time to get all the parts of it together. Be patient, Mom.”

      She stepped carefully onto the stool, then down to the driveway. After tossing the stool into the back of the van, he took her arm to walk her up the drive.

      “You’re not still trying to prove something to your father with the business, are you?” she asked. “I mean, you were an engineer at NASA. You don’t have anything else to prove. You don’t have to expand Whitcomb’s Wonders until you have franchises all over the country and appear on the big board.”

      He opened his mouth to deny that he was trying to prove anything, but he knew that wouldn’t be true. Every time he did anything, he could imagine his father watching him, finding fault.

      “He always tried hard,” she said, squeezing his arm, “and he did well, but everything was difficult for him. Then you came along, all brains and personality, and he couldn’t help resenting that. I know I’ve told you that a million times, but I sometimes wonder if you really understand it. He loved you, he just resented that you were smarter than he was, that things would be easy for you.”

      “I worked liked a dog to end up at NASA.”

      “I know. But some people work hard all their lives and never get anywhere. He had dreams, too, but he never got out of that little appliance repair shop.”

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