An Act of Love. Marion Ekholm

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      “Well, you’ll need to do something about them for my wedding. Maybe some fake nails.”

      Once Lindy finished with the examination, her focus turned to the ring. “He must be very rich.”

      The large cubic zirconia that served as Marley’s engagement ring overshadowed the half karat wrapped in a Tiffany setting on Lindy’s hand. Marley cringed from the comparison and slowly pulled her hand out of her sister’s grasp. If only she could soothe Lindy’s pride and tell her the obnoxious stone had no value compared with her genuine diamond.

      Why had she created this bogus engagement? Why? She never meant to hurt Lindy. Marley tried to remain inconspicuous and concentrated on crafting a bouquet of all the ribbons from the gifts for the wedding rehearsal.

      With Chloe’s help Marley took the many presents from the bridal shower and placed them in her rental car. Keeping the gifts dry had turned into a nightmare, thanks to the unending rain. It would have been welcomed back in Arizona, but since she had arrived in Pennsylvania the previous day, it had become nonstop depressing.

      “Why have you been so secretive?” Chloe asked. She added another group of packages to the collection. “When did he ask you to marry him?” Chloe’s short blond hair had lost its stylishness and now hung limply because of all the rain, whereas Marley’s hair had begun to curl, a problem she always had in high humidity. Marley pulled her sister under the protection of her umbrella.

      “It just happened.” Marley really wanted to avoid the subject, fearful she might not be able to keep her false story straight.

      “Well, I expect a great deal more explanation.” Chloe dragged Marley into the open garage. “We talk, email, text nearly every day, and Brant’s name never came up.”

      Marley crossed her fingers. “I don’t have secrets, honest.” She hoped this would end the discussion.

      “Well, I do.” A warm glow brightened Chloe’s features. “I’m pregnant.” She clutched Marley’s arm. “Now, don’t go saying anything. We want to be sure before...” Chloe paused and a shadow crossed her face. Two years ago, into her second month, Chloe had lost her baby. Marley empathized, remembering the struggle her sister had gone through.

      “A baby! That’s so exciting.” Marley drew her into a hug. “Does Al know?” A small part of Marley wished she was the one having a child. No chance of that when she’d had to create a fiancé and her biological clock was running out.

      “Of course. I don’t show, yet, and Lindy will absolutely kill me if I can’t fit into that form fitting bridesmaid dress.” She paused. “But we haven’t mentioned it to Michelle. She’s been dying for a sister, so once I start to show, we’ll tell her.”

      “When’s the baby due?”

      “In seven months.” Chloe pressed her lips together. “And I have a favor to ask.”

      “Sure, what?”

      “Could you watch Michelle?” When Marley hesitated, Chloe added, “Not all the time. Just on those days I have morning sickness. Which has been a freaky misnomer this pregnancy. I spend more time with nausea at night. We end up exhausted, and Michelle tires us out even more during the day.”

      “Of course. I’d love to.”

      “Wonderful.” Chloe gave Marley a quick kiss on her cheek. “Michelle adores you. I’ll bring her over tomorrow and tell everyone...tell them you want a chance to...I don’t know, see what it’s like to have kids. Since you’re getting married and you want the practice.”

      Great. Another lie. Only this one had some truth. She really would love to have children.

      * * *

      AFTER SEVERAL TRIPS carrying the shower presents through the living room of her family’s house, Marley met her grandfather. “You haven’t even given a decent hello to your poppy. When you plan on doing that?”

      Marley smiled. “Soon as I get these gifts upstairs. Want to join me?”

      “Can I help?” he asked, following her.

      “Thanks, but this is the last of it and this one’s lightweight.”

      Once she deposited the package on the stacks collected in the large playroom, she turned to her grandfather and threw open her arms. She welcomed his strong squeeze.

      Although his thin white hair gave away his age, he still had the trim shape and posture of a much younger man. She grasped Poppy’s arm. “Come with me to my room.”

      When they reached her old bedroom, Poppy glanced around. “Looks like this has turned into a storage area.” He pointed toward a collection of dressers piled on top of each other. Several other pieces of furniture, including her old desk and chair, stood stuffed in a corner. “And I don’t see your grandmother’s favorite rocker.”

      “It’s my favorite now. I took that and the antique treasure chest to my place in Phoenix.” She paused. “And you know that because you helped me get them into my car.”

      Poppy chuckled. “Sure wish you’d had room for some of this other stuff. But at least you left me some place to sit.” Poppy lowered himself into a wooden rocker, and Marley sat on the patchwork quilt that covered the double bed. He started rocking slowly.

      “Honestly, when you and your sisters get together, it turns into a regular hen party, and us old roosters never get to see you.”

      “What do you mean? I’ve been here for every wedding, baptism and special birthday.”

      “It’s not enough. I’d rather have you close by so you could play the guitar for me.” He lifted a gnarled hand. “Since Mr. Arthur Ritus took over my hands, and you moved away, I gave the guitar to one of the great-grandkids. Don’t know as I’ll ever hear it again.”

      “I’m sorry I didn’t bring mine. Too much luggage this time. I’d love to play a few songs for you.” She felt really down, not being able to give him that tiny pleasure. Darn Brant.

      Poppy rocked several times, staring past her. “You’re not upset with me, are you?”

      Leaning toward him, she asked, “Why would you say that?”

      “You wanted to major in music, and I...I should have kept my mouth shut.” He looked away and pressed his lips together.

      “Poppy. You didn’t steer me wrong. I asked for your opinion because I knew you’d give me good advice. I love mathematics, and it’s led to several excellent jobs.”

      “You still teach math?”

      “No longer in the high school. But I work as an adjunct, a part-time teacher, at a local community college in the evening.”

      “Pay well?”

      Marley chuckled. “No. I make my real money as an accountant. See, СКАЧАТЬ