Always a Mother. Linda Warren

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СКАЧАТЬ She pointed a red-tipped finger at Claire. “But you’re sleeping on the sofa.”

      “She can have my bed.”

      “Then you’re sleeping on the sofa.”

      “Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?”

      “Those are the rules, champ. And you had better prepare yourself for fireworks in the morning.”

      Dean didn’t argue with Bunny. He was glad he and Claire could be together, or at least in the same place. He sat with her for a while and left her reading. Her suitcase was full of books, some of her favorites—Shakespeare, Dickens, Brontë, Austen, Alcott and many more.

      Tossing and turning, he couldn’t get comfortable. It wasn’t the lumpy sofa, though. Facing the Thorntons weighed heavily on his mind.

      Early the next morning the pounding on the door woke them. “Police, open up.”

      Bunny came out of her room, her hair sticking out in all directions. “What the hell?”

      Claire hurried out, still in her clothes. She hadn’t undressed and neither had Dean. The beat of his heart sounded like a cymbal in his ears. He reached for her hand and she trembled.

      Bunny opened the door.

      “Good morning, ma’am,” a police officer said. “I’m looking for Claire Thornton. Is she here?”

      “Yes. I’m here,” Claire answered.

      Bunny stepped aside. The officer, followed by the Thorntons, entered the house.

      “Let’s go, Claire,” Robert said.

      Claire shook her head. “No. I’m not going with you.”

      “Yes, you are. The officer is here to see that you do.”

      “I’m eighteen and I can make my own decisions.”

      “Young lady,” the policeman said. “Just get your things and let’s go.”

      “I can’t. They want me to have an abortion and I can’t do that.”

      The officer looked at Robert.

      “Do your damn job,” he snapped.

      “I can’t force her. She’s eighteen.”

      “I know the police chief.”

      “Well, then, you better call him. I was under the impression the young lady was here against her will.”

      “She is,” Gwen said. “She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

      “She seems fine to me.”

      “Claire, come home. Please,” her mother pleaded. “If you insist on having the baby, we’ll send you up north. It can be adopted by a nice couple.”

      Claire’s nails dug into Dean’s palm. “I’m keeping my baby.”

      “I’m getting tired of this defiance, Claire,” Robert said, his face turning beet-red. “If you insist on this insanity, I wash my hands of you. Do you want your mother and me completely out of your life?”

      Claire swallowed. “I know I’ve disappointed you. I’m sorry, but I can’t change the way I feel. I’m having the baby.”

      “That’s it,” Robert said in anger. “If you’re choosing him—” he flung a hand toward Dean “—over us, then you’re on your own. Don’t call us for money or anything. You’re no daughter of mine.”

      “Robert.” Gwen grabbed his arm. “No.”

      “I said that’s it. Let’s go.”

      Gwen followed her husband and the officer out of the room. Claire whimpered deep in her throat. Dean held her tight as heartbroken sobs convulsed through her body. The sound tore at his gut like jagged glass. At that moment he grew up. He was eighteen years old and he was too young for fatherhood. He was too young for this kind of heartache. But he would shoulder it like a man.

      DEAN DRAGGED HIS HANDS over his face. How he wished life had been easy after Claire had made that sacrifice, but it hadn’t. She’d worked two jobs, as a clerk at a department store and at night for a fast-food place. He put in countless hours at a record store. They lived with Bunny until practice started for college football. He and Claire moved into college housing and finally had their own place.

      Claire carried most of the financial load, since he couldn’t play ball, work and go to school. There were times she didn’t feel well and she still went to work. He felt like the biggest louse that had ever been born. One day, he would make her life better, but there’d been so many obstacles in the way then….

      Dean walked into the kitchen. Claire, where are you? He reread the note. She needed to get away. Why? Where did she go when she wanted peace and quiet?

      The lake house.

      He grabbed his car keys.

      CLAIRE SAT CROSS-LEGGED, the letters in her lap. She opened another.

      My darling Dean,

      I’m so afraid I’m going to have the baby while you’re away on a road trip. I don’t know if I can do this by myself, but I’ll never tell you that. If the time comes and you’re not here, I’ll just close my eyes and picture your loving face, like I always do. I love you, and our baby is going to be perfect—just like you.

      She closed her eyes and let herself relive a moment of that fear.

      September 24, 1983

      “YOU HAVEN’T TOLD DEAN, have you?” Bunny asked, stopping by the dorm to check on her. She always did that when Dean was away. Bunny, with her in-your-face attitude, was a hard person to get to know, but Claire had come to love her dearly.

      Claire ran her hand over her protruding stomach. “No. I haven’t told Dean I’m having contractions.”

      “He needs to be here.”

      “He has a scholarship to play football and he can’t miss a game.”

      “He’s also going to have a baby.”

      Claire heaved a sigh. “I have to go to work.”

      “What? You’re having contractions. What are you thinking?”

      Claire kissed her cheek. “I’m thinking you worry too much.”

      Bunny caught her arm. “Be reasonable…”

      Claire held up a hand to stop her. “If the baby starts to come, the manager will call an ambulance.”

      “Oh, for crying out loud.” Bunny stomped her foot. “Sometimes you love that son of mine too much!”

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