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СКАЧАТЬ Johnston. We spoke when you called before. Hi. How are you?”

      “Good. I’m phoning to check on my grandmother. I thought I might come by later and visit.”

      “That’s great.” Lori covered the phone and smiled at Gloria. “It’s Cal. He wants to see you.”

      Gloria didn’t bother looking up. “No. Tell him to go away.”

      Lori uncovered the phone. “She’s thrilled and can’t wait to see you.”

      Cal chuckled. “Want to let me hear her say that?”

      “Not really. She doesn’t always say what she means. You have to read between the lines.”

      Gloria glared at Lori. “Hang up this instant. You will not answer my phone again, nor will you speak for me.”

      Lori took a step back so she was out of reach. “Your grandmother is doing great. She’s making progress every day. Even her physical therapist is impressed and he’s one tough guy to please. She’s gained a little weight. Not as much as I would like, but then I’m just bitter at how good she must look in her clothes.”

      Gloria’s scowl didn’t soften. “You’re annoying me. Hang up. Or tell Cal he can visit, but just him. Not that whore he married or her horrible baby.”

      Lori winced. She hadn’t had the phone covered and based on how Cal swore, he’d heard every word.

      “Why do I bother?” he asked before he hung up.

      Lori put down the phone. “What is wrong with you?” she demanded. “Why would you do that? He’s your grandson. This is the second time he’s called, wanting to come see you. To me that shows an impressive level of commitment. If he was just being polite, he would have stopped after one call.”

      Instead of answering, Gloria turned her attention back to the catalog.

      Lori snatched it from her and tossed it on the ground. “I’m talking to you.”

      “I have no interest in this conversation. You need to be careful. You’re coming very close to overstepping your bounds.”

      “Excuse me while I tremble in fear.” Lori stalked to the bookcases and turned back to face the bed. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked again. “Why are you acting like this? It doesn’t make any sense. I know you’re lonely. I know you’re hurting and feeling a sense of your own mortality. Who wouldn’t after what you’ve been through? So you deal with that by connecting with people. But you don’t connect. We’re talking about your family and you keep pushing them away. Why?”

      “I will not discuss this with you.”

      “Too bad, because I’m not leaving until I understand.”

      Gloria folded her arms across her chest and looked out the window. Lori stared at her.

      “I thought you had the most selfish grandkids in the world,” she said slowly. “You’d lost your only child, you took them in, raised them, ran the family business and your reward was for them to ignore you. But it’s not like that, is it? You push them away. What are you trying to prove?”

      “Stay out of this,” Gloria told her, her face tight with anger. “This isn’t your business. You will stop right now.”

      “Who’s gonna make me? You? You think you’re so tough, but I’m not afraid of you.”

      One corner of Gloria’s mouth twitched. “Very mature.”

      Lori held in a grin. Oh, my. Was that a crack in the armor? A sign of humanity? It couldn’t be.

      “I don’t care about mature,” Lori told her. “I do what works. What’s going on with Cal? Why don’t you want to see him?”

      Gloria turned to the window again, but this time the action seemed more about pain than defiance. “He’s never respected me.”

      “I doubt that.”

      “You don’t know. And that woman he married. She was pregnant with another man’s baby. That child he’s raising isn’t his.”

      And people thought home care could be boring. “Did she cheat on him?”

      “No. She was pregnant before they got together.”

      “So technically she didn’t do anything wrong.”

      “That’s not the point.”

      “Actually it is the point. Is Cal happy?”

      “Any fool can be happy.”

      “I’ll take that as a yes.” She leaned against the side of the bed. “You might want to be careful about pushing people away too many times. Eventually they stop trying to get close.”

      “You must know this from experience,” Gloria said, turning to look at her.

      Lori blinked. “Excuse me? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

      “Of course you do. But it’s not so comfortable to have someone analyzing you, is it?” Gloria looked her up and down. “How long have you done your best to ignore your appearance? One might even say you play down your looks.”

      Lori did her best not to react, and that included blushing. “I wear scrubs because it’s appropriate for my job.”

      “They’re shapeless and ugly. Your hair isn’t horrible, but you pull it back in that ridiculous braid. No makeup, those glasses.”

      “They help me see,” Lori said. “Blind nurses are much harder to employ.”

      “You use humor as a weapon. I would say I’m not the only one pushing people away. So what’s your excuse? When did you stop trying?”

      A long, long time ago, Lori thought grimly. When she’d realized her older sister was totally perfect and that she, Lori, would never measure up.

      “So, now you don’t have quite so much to say,” Gloria said calmly.

      “I prefer telling other people what’s wrong with them, but I can handle whatever you say. I wear my hair back because it’s practical. I dress like this because it’s appropriate. I don’t wear makeup because I have limited time in the morning and I’d rather spend it on a run than painting my face.”

      “Excellent excuses. Have you used them before or did you come up with them all right now?”

      Lori stared at her patient. The good news was Gloria was showing a healthy, if slightly twisted interest in life. The bad news was she’d shot a few unpleasant truths right into Lori’s gut while doing it.

      “What do you want from me?” Lori asked. “Is there a purpose or are your comments their own kind of fun?”

      “I want you to wear regular clothes. Jeans and a sweater. Looking at you in those…what did you call them?”

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