by Sarra Cannon
Page 39
“When did you get here?” he asked.
“Somewhere between the opening shot and the last salvo,” she said. “Want to talk about it?”
Kelly glared at her. “He’s a hundred percent wrong. Don’t you dare take his side. ”
“Don’t speak to her in that tone of voice,” Sam ordered.
Kelly huffed. Sam glared. Francesca had the feeling she should have slept in and avoided the whole fight. But now she was here, stuck in the middle of what could be a sticky situation. Because as much as Sam had the right to be furious with his daughter, there was one piece of the puzzle missing. Why had Kelly taken the credit card?
In the past few weeks her stuff had arrived from New York, she’d been to the mall to flesh out her wardrobe, and from what Francesca had been able to tell, she was adjusting well and pretty happy. So why would she risk her father’s wrath and steal his credit card?
She turned to Sam. “Tell me what happened. ”
He recounted going to get gas the previous afternoon, finding his credit card missing, and then calling to cancel it.
“There had only been one charge that day,” he said. “To an Internet clothing company. ” He glared at his daughter. “We all know how Kelly likes to shop with a keyboard. ”
Francesca ignored the sarcasm. “Okay, Kelly, let’s hear it. Did you take the credit card?”
Sam started to say of course she had, but Francesca held up a restraining hand. “Please let her answer. ”
The preteen sighed heavily. She ducked her head so her curls fell in her face. “It’s not what you think. ”
“See?” Sam said.
Francesca ignored him. “Kelly, are you going to answer the question?”
Kelly raised her head and thrust out her chin. “Okay, I took it, but it’s not what he thinks. ”
Francesca studied the girl’s green eyes, seeing the shadows of pain and fear. This hadn’t been an act of defiance, she realized. It was something else entirely.
“What I think is that you took it and used it without permission,” Sam said, still sounding furious. “And you’re going to be punished. ”
Francesca agreed that no reason was good enough to avoid all consequences, but she still wanted to know one more thing.
“Why?” she asked softly.
“What?” Sam turned to her. “What does it matter why? She wanted more clothes. More whatever she doesn’t think she has enough of. ”
“You’re so stupid!” Kelly yelled. “You think you know everything, but you don’t. You don’t know anything!”
Francesca sighed. “Kelly, you know better than to speak like that. Calling an adult stupid is never a good idea. You’re making your father more angry, and you’re using up your good-will with me. ”
Kelly’s mouth trembled. “It doesn’t matter. Just punish me. I don’t care. ”
She cared so much, it hurt Francesca just to look at her. “Tell us why, please. ”
Kelly sucked in a breath and faced her father. “It was a leather jacket for you,” she said, her voice high and shrill. “For your damn birthday, okay? I asked for an allowance and you blew me off. You didn’t even want to talk about it. Your birthday is next week, so what was I supposed to do?”
Sam’s expression tightened. “Don’t you swear at me, young lady. You’re already in enough trouble. ”
Francesca nearly fell over. All he’d gotten from Kelly’s confession was that she’d used a bad word? What about the fact that she wanted to get him something for his birthday? The means might suck big time, but the motive was pure.
Kelly’s mouth trembled. Francesca knew exactly what she was thinking. That she’d tried to show she cared, that her father mattered to her, and he’d thrown it back in her face.
Without saying a word, she turned and raced into her bedroom. The door slammed and the lock clicked.
Sam groaned. “Great. I was waiting until the weekend before taking out her lock. I can see I should have done it last night. ”
He headed for his bedroom. Francesca hesitated, not sure who to go after first, then she remembered Sam would be leaving for work in a matter of minutes while Kelly would be around all day.
“Sam, wait,” she called as she hurried after him. “You can’t leave yet. ”
She found him in the closet, slipping into his jacket.
“I have out-of-town clients,” he said. “This will have to wait. I don’t want Kelly to go to dance class today. I don’t want her going anywhere. She should stay in her room and think about what she’s done wrong. We’ll talk about it tonight. ”
“You and she may talk about it tonight, but you and I are going to talk about it right now. ”
He sighed. “Francesca, I don’t have time for this. ”
“Then you’d better make time. ” She faced him. “Sam, you’re wrong about this. I don’t approve of what Kelly did. There’s no excuse for her taking your credit card. ”
“Good. We’re in agreement. ” He picked up his briefcase and stepped around her.
“No. ” She grabbed his arm. “She bought you a birthday present. She found out it was your birthday and wanted to get you something really nice. Doesn’t that matter to you?”
He shook his head. “She could have made me a card or something. ”
“She’s twelve, not five. She asked for an allowance first, so she was willing to use legitimate means to get you something. ”
“A leather jacket?” he asked, sounding incredulous. “We’re talking a lot of money. I don’t know the going rate for an allowance for someone her age, but it better not be enough for her to buy a leather jacket in a week. ”
“I agree. But can’t you see she’s trying to show you she cares? That you matter? That she wants you to be a family together?”
“I see that, but you’re missing the fact that she lied and stole. ” He drew his eyebrows together. “I can forgive a lot of things, Francesca, but not deception. ”
Francesca swallowed. “I’m not defending her actions. ”
“How strange. Because that’s exactly what it sounds like to me. ”
He turned and left.
Francesca walked to the top of the stairs and sat down. She felt queasy, but didn’t think this was the onset of morning sickness. Instead it was a combination of fear and guilt. If Sam got this angry when Kelly acted out, what would happen when he found out the truth about her little secret?
She told herself she had two days left before the big confession. If things could just stay calm between now and then, maybe he would relax enough to understand. Of course, it could start raining silver coins in the morning, too.
She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, trying to find the right combination of words to explain it all to Sam. At some point she heard a door open, then quiet footsteps on the carpeted landing. Kelly settled next to her on the top stair.
The twelve-year-old pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. “I really blew it,” she whispered.
Francesca nodded slowly. “That’s as good a definition as any. ”
“I guess I didn’t think it through. I found out it was his birthday, and when he wouldn’t give me an allowance, I panicked. ”
“You could have come to me for a loan. ”
Kelly looked at her. Tears filled her green eyes. “You don’t have any money. I was afraid you’d say yes when you couldn’t afford it, and then you’d have to go without food or something. ”
Francesca didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. Instead she put her arm around the girl and hugged her. “I might be a struggling grad student, but I have enough for the basic necessities. Besides, the Grands always send me home with enough food to take care of the entire population of Baltimore. ” She leaned her head against Kelly’s. “But it was sweet of you to worry. ”
Kelly turned toward her and held on tight. “He said he cancel
ed the order. That means I don’t have a present for him. ”
“Honestly, kid, I think that’s the least of your problems. ”
“But I wanted to get him something nice. It’s the first time I’m going to be here for his birthday. ”
Francesca heard the intensity in her voice and remembered feeling every emotion, every nuance when she’d been the same age. Life was so much more raw.
“I understand, but do you know why your dad got so mad?”
Kelly ducked her head and nodded. “I took his credit card and that was wrong. And maybe stupid. ”
“Maybe?”
Kelly gave a strangled laugh-sob and looked up. “Okay. It was stupid. ”
“Good. We’re making progress. Now do you want to tell me what you could have done instead of just going for the plastic?”
Kelly sniffed. “I don’t know. ”
“Sure you do. You’re a smart girl. What other alternatives did you have?”
She thought for a second, then straightened and rubbed her fingers across her damp cheeks. “I could have talked to you. Or Gabriel. I sort of forgot about him. He might have loaned me the money and maybe even taken me shopping. ”
“What else?”
Kelly looked at her. “You want me to say I could have told my dad why I wanted the money, but that would have spoiled the surprise. ”
“Yes, but it would have been honest. ”
“Being honest is more important?”
Francesca felt as if there were a scarlet H on her chest. Talk about being a hypocrite. “I think so, and I suspect your dad thinks so. He has this thing about people lying to him. ”
Kelly flinched. “He was so mad. ”
“You’re going to have to apologize to him when he gets home. ”
“No way. He was wrong, too. ”
Francesca sighed. “I can’t make you, but I’m going to tell you a secret. Things will never be right with your dad until you say you’re sorry, and the longer you wait, the harder it’s going to be. ”
Kelly looked doubtful. “I’ll think about it. ”
“I think you should. ”
She sighed. “I guess we’re not going to dance class this morning, huh?”
“Nope. ”
“At this rate I’ll never be a professional dancer. ”
“Let’s concentrate on getting you all the way to age thirteen first. Then we’ll sweat your career of choice. ”
Kelly smiled, then threw herself at Francesca. “Thank you for understanding. You’re the best. ”
Francesca hugged her close. Kelly and Sam both had a lot of tough times ahead of them, but she knew they would be okay in the end. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be a part of this family? To watch the evolution of the relationship between father and daughter? She found herself wanting that chance more and more.
Sam walked into the house shortly after six. He found Francesca putting cooked chicken and a sauce onto dinner plates.
“Chicken Marsala,” she said. “My mom stopped by to see me last night and brought along enough to feed ten or twelve. I thought I’d share the bounty. ”
He set his briefcase on the counter. “How was your day?”
“Fine. ”
She wasn’t looking at him as she spoke. He had a feeling she was still annoyed.
“If I tell you that I think I should have listened to you, will it make things better?” he asked.
“Do you mean it?”
“Yeah. I need to take a deep breath before I react. Maybe listen more. ”
She stopped working and glanced at him. “Want to share the details of that thought process that got you there?”
“I was mad this morning. Too mad to think clearly. What Kelly did is inexcusable, but you’re right. Her motives put a different light on the situation. ” He held up a hand. “Not that I’m saying she shouldn’t be punished. ”