A Turn in the Road - Debbie Macomber [122]
“I most certainly do not.”
“There,” he said, pointing his finger at her. “You’re doing it now.”
Embarrassed, Bethanne raised her hands to her face.
“It’s been six years since the divorce and I’ve never seen you react to any man like you do to Max. You’re crazy about him and I have to tell you I think it’s great. I don’t want Dad stepping in now and ruining it for you.”
“But I don’t know what I want,” she said, sitting down and reaching for her napkin. Although she made a pretense of eating, she hardly swallowed a single bite.
“Yes, you do,” Andrew countered softly. “You do know.”
“Your father and I have talked about this and maybe he’s right… I’d gotten so wrapped up in you kids and all the volunteer work I did with—”
“Mom,” Andrew said, cutting her off. “You’re a good mother. You always were.”
“But was I a good wife?”
“Yes,” he said emphatically, “and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. You did everything for Dad. You staged homes and ran errands and organized parties.”
“Well, yes, I helped where I could.”
“Trust me, you were a good wife.”
“I played a role in the divorce, too, Andrew. I didn’t see it right away but I wasn’t completely innocent. I allowed our marriage to grow stale. Your father was manipulated by a woman out to advance her career and the shortest path came through using Grant.
Yes, he let her do it, but he paid a high price for that. I wish you’d stop being so hard on him.”
Andrew stared at her as if seeing her with new eyes. “I can’t believe you’re defending him.”
“Think about it, Andrew. Your father’s alone. Really alone.
Oh, he talks to Annie but until recently the two of us hardly ever spoke. You don’t have much contact with him, either. He isn’t fond of his sister and—”
“And he doesn’t visit his mother nearly as often as he should.”
“Okay, I agree. Not only that, I believe your grandmother might be moving to Florida.”
“Yeah, I got that feeling when I talked to her. She’s head over heels for this old boyfriend of hers, isn’t she?”
“Yes.” Bethanne smiled. “But getting back to your father…”
“Okay, Mom, I see what you mean. Dad’s out in the cold, but frankly he put himself there. It isn’t like we shoved him out the door and then turned the lock. He chose to leave.”
“It takes a big man to admit when he’s been wrong,” she said, consciously quoting Ruth. “Your father would give anything to undo the harm he did. I admire him for that. Look at it from his point of view.”
Andrew slowly shook his head. “I wish I could. You and Annie might be willing to forgive and forget, but I can’t. Dad was heart less and calculating. He couldn’t dump us fast enough when he left. I tried to talk to him, tried to get him to see reason. I begged him to reconsider, and you know what?” Her son’s voice rose with emotion. “He hung up on me. And you know what else? He doesn’t even remember doing it. My coming to him meant nothing. Nothing. Well, he can come to me now and I’ll give him the same treatment and we’ll see how much he likes being ignored.”
“Oh, Andrew…” Bethanne had no idea her son had ever tried to reason with Grant.
His jaw was clenched as she reached across the table and laid her hand over his wrist. “I wish I knew what to say.”
He grew even more intense. “Don’t ask me to forgive him, Mom, because I don’t think I can.”
Thirty-Four
“Where’s Dad?” Annie asked anxiously, turning to Bethanne as if she could supply the answer. Annie and the other bridesmaids were lined up at the back of the church. Everyone was there for the wedding rehearsal—everyone except Grant. Courtney carried a paper-plate bouquet comprising the ribbons from her two wedding showers; her grandmother, Vera Pulanski, had created it. Her father, along with her brother, his wife and their two children, were seated in a pew. Her sister, Juliana, was her matron of honor, so she, too, waited with Annie.
“Dad should be here,” Annie said. “Grandma and Royce were asking where he is.”
“I’m sure he’s on his way,” Bethanne whispered reassuringly. The rehearsal was about to start and