Little Christmas Miracles: Her Christmas Wedding Wish / Christmas Gift: A Family / Christmas on the Children's Ward. Carol Marinelli

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СКАЧАТЬ This was a memorial to Susan Anderson Astin, who would live forever in their hearts, where she belonged.

      Elizabeth smiled faintly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Richard. But I do know what I intend to do.” She stood up and looked around. “I intend to get out of the prison I’ve made of this room and start living again. The way Susan would want me to. And I intend to care for her son.”

      “That’s the Elizabeth Anderson I know.” Richard hugged her and she held him tight, conveying her gratitude in the maternal embrace.

      “Now, Mom, I have to get to the office. I’ll try my best to get home in time for dinner.” For the first time in over a year, when he closed her bedroom door he knew his mother would be okay.

      And so would he.

      He walked back downstairs to the kitchen, where their cook, Delores, ruled. Now nearing fifty, the Mexican-American woman had worked for the Andersons for decades, as had her husband, Albert.

      “Delores, I’m going to the office for a couple of hours. If the nurse or the child needs anything, please take care of them.”

      “Yes, sir, Richard.”

      Richard’s law firm was located downtown, very close to their neighborhood, Highland Park, an exclusive area. It only took a few minutes to reach the parking garage connected to the building where the law firm had offices.

      As expected, he found a pile of messages and mail on his desk that his secretary had sorted and opened for him. After dealing with those matters, he asked his secretary to gather the partners in his office for a quick briefing. Then there was a list of phone calls to be returned. By the time he’d finished half the calls, he put aside the rest of them for the morning and packed up to go home.

      He’d probably already missed dinner. Normally he made it home for dinner at least three nights a week, or else his mother ate her meal upstairs in her suite.

      Tonight, when he got home, he found the dinner table set for four. “No one’s eaten yet?” he asked Delores as he came in.

      “Your mother requested we wait for you.”

      “The boy didn’t get too hungry?”

      “No, sir. I gave Toby and Molly a snack about five.”

      “Thanks, Delores. Please call them down to dinner.”

      He carried his briefcase to his office, stepped into the connecting bath and washed his hands. Then he came back to the dining room.

      Molly and Toby were standing there, seemingly unsure of where they should sit.

      “Good evening. I hope your afternoon was relaxing?”

      Molly nudged the boy. He said, “Yes, sir.”

      “Good, Toby. And you, Molly? Did you have a pleasant afternoon?” He was determined to show no prejudice to her.

      “Yes, I did, Richard, thank you. We’re all unpacked and we’ve familiarized ourselves with the house and your staff. They’re all very nice.”

      “Yes, we’re most fortunate,” Richard said with a smile. “But it doesn’t sound like your afternoon was very restful.”

      Molly raised her gaze to his. “Neither of us needed rest. Toby was curious about his new home. Albert even gave us a tour of the backyard after we unpacked.”

      “Weren’t you cold? I noticed you didn’t wear a coat on the trip.”

      “No, neither of us has a coat because it didn’t get that cold in Florida. But Albert promised to drive us to a store to buy coats tomorrow.”

      “Good. I’ll be glad to pay for them.”

      “If you insist, you can pay for Toby’s. I’ll pay for mine.”

      Richard frowned. He wasn’t used to such resistance.

      “Richard?” His mother stood at the door of the dining room.

      He crossed over to take her hand and lead her to the table after kissing her cheek. “Hello, Mother. It was kind of you to wait for me to get home.”

      “I wanted our first meal to be a family one,” Elizabeth Anderson said.

      “Then let’s all sit down,” he suggested. He showed his mother to the seat at the head of the table. He indicated Toby and Molly should take the two seats to her left. As they did so, he sat in the chair to his mother’s right.

      Once they were seated, Elizabeth rang the small bell sitting beside her plate. Almost immediately, the kitchen door opened and Louisa entered with a tray. She carefully set a bowl of soup in front of each of them.

      Toby leaned over to Molly and whispered, “What is this?”

      Richard, hiding a grin, said, “It’s broccoli cheese soup, Toby, one of my mother’s favorites.” He was feeling relieved that things were going so well. He’d gone to the office and his mother had rested, and the nurse had taken care of the boy, as he’d planned.

      “Oh. Uh, it looks good.”

      “Very nice manners, Toby. Your mother would be proud of you,” Richard said softly. He didn’t want to upset his mother, but Susan deserved her due.

      Instead of bursting into tears as she normally would have done upon mention of Susan, his mother smiled faintly. Their talk had indeed helped her. “Yes, I believe she did a good job teaching Toby proper behavior.”

      “I agree, Mrs. Anderson,” Molly chimed in. “I can’t wait to try the soup. I haven’t gotten used to this cold weather yet.”

      Richard laughed. “It doesn’t get that cold here, Molly. Now in Colorado, this would be late spring weather.”

      “Where is Colorado?” Toby asked.

      “It’s a state north of here where a lot of Texans go to ski.”

      “Water-ski?” Toby asked.

      “No, Toby, snow skiing.”

      “With real snow? I’ve never seen snow, except on TV,” the boy confessed.

      “Maybe after you get your casts off, we can fly to Colorado and try some snow skiing,” Richard suggested.

      “I’d like that!” Toby said in excitement. “Would you like that, Molly?”

      “I’m sure it would be fun, Toby, but I’ll probably be back at work by then.”

      Richard watched the enthusiasm fade from the little boy’s face.

      “But you could send me pictures of you skiing. That would be wonderful. You might even build a snowman for me.”

      “Could we do that?” Toby asked, looking at Richard.

      “Sure, Toby, we could do that.”

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