by Debbie Burns
Frankie shoved past Kurt’s hand to lick his chin. Telling himself it was a part of Frankie’s training, and not because he needed it as much as Frankie did, Kurt picked up the blankets that comprised Frankie’s makeshift bed and carried them to his room. Frankie followed at his heels and Kurt refolded the blankets, placing them on the floor beside his bed.
“Frankie, lie down,” Kurt said, kneeling to give the blankets a pat.
Frankie stepped on the blankets and circled over and over before curling into a ball. Kurt stripped off his clothes, flicked off the light, and collapsed into bed. He was tired enough to begin drifting off right away. Thoughts of Mr. Longtail pulled him awake. He got out of bed and shut the bedroom door. The last he’d seen, Mr. Longtail was skulking in the garden, but the cat had a habit of joining him halfway through the night.
Yesterday, he’d found Mr. Longtail in Frankie’s room. The cantankerous cat had jumped the stair gate. He’d been drinking out of Frankie’s water bowl while the gentle dog watched from his mats. Although Frankie hadn’t shown an ounce of aggression or territoriality toward the unusual cat, he might act differently if he felt he were guarding a sleeping human. It was best not to test it. Besides, Kurt could use one night without fighting Mr. Longtail to see who got more of the pillow.
Spent as he was, he drifted off immediately, but not before hearing Frankie’s contented sigh from the floor beside him.
Chapter 20
Kurt knew he was overdue for a visit with Sara even before his grandfather attempted to prod him into it. But with all the work that needed to be done, it was too easy to stick with a quick phone call most days. He’d visited her twice since the surgery, and she’d been to the house once as well.
So, he probably shouldn’t have been surprised when William walked over to him the day after their dinner with Ida and reached for the shovel Kurt had been using in his trench digging. “Your mother could use some company for lunch.” William nodded as he said it, as if the added confirmation was what Kurt needed. “With nothing more than me to keep her company, she’ll be getting soured on Crawfords for sure. And you could use a breath of air that doesn’t smell like dog or a pretty blond.” His gaze flicked to the other side of the yard where Kelsey was finishing work on the compost pile she was creating. “I can dig a trench,” William continued. “I’ll finish up. Adam and Eve’s paradise won’t suffer.”
Using the shovel, Kurt’s grandfather highlighted the trajectory of the curve Kurt had been cutting into the ground to bury a new downspout extension to replace the old, disintegrated one. The downspout was flooding out the dog runs every time it rained. “You want it dumping out over there, right?”
Kurt nodded, wiping his hands on the hips of his soiled jeans. William had made the Adam and Eve comment once before. Kurt didn’t find it particularly funny, and since as his grandfather had next to no sense of humor, Kurt suspected he didn’t either. “I’ll go if you’ll sit down for lunch with Kelsey. Ten minutes, minimum.”
Kurt knew it wasn’t that his grandfather didn’t like Kelsey. There wasn’t anything about her not to like. He suspected their lack of communication to date was because William’s conversation skills were highly inadequate, especially when it came to conversing with women.
“I hardly ever take lunch,” William said, trading places with Kurt in front of the trench and beginning to dig.
“I’d like it if you got to know her. Since you’re here and it’s nothing but convenient, I’m hoping it won’t put you out.” Kurt hadn’t asked anything close to this in twenty-eight years. He suspected the significance wasn’t lost.
William sank the shovel just as deeply into the earth as Kurt had. “If it’s important to you.”
Kurt thanked him and headed inside. He showered and yanked on a fresh set of clothes. He was zipping on a clean hoodie when he noticed that Kelsey was in the kitchen. She was kneeling on the floor as she attempted to brush Mr. Longtail. The cat seemed to be putting up with it, though his lengthy tail twitched determinedly every few seconds.
“That’s brave of you. Let’s hope he’s up to date on shots.” Kurt hovered in the doorway, watching.
“I’m keeping an eye out for flashing teeth, that’s for sure. But his long fur has gotten so nappy the last few months that it needs to be done. I guess it isn’t surprising, considering the amount of time he spends outside.”
“Why don’t you put it off for later and I’ll help you?” Kurt crossed the floor and pressed his lips against her temple.
“When you’re free, there’re more important items on the to-do list.” She blushed as soon as she said it. Kurt suspected she was remembering those few minutes in the kitchen yesterday afternoon. “That’s not what I meant,” she said, shaking her head as she picked up on his smile.
“But it’s true.” He knelt, resting his elbows on his thighs, and leaned in to kiss her for real. “Unfortunately, I’ve got to run,” he said, pulling away before his arousal took hold. “I promised my grandfather I’d bring my mom some lunch. To hear him tell it, she’s William-Crawforded out.”
“Is she? Maybe he talked her ear off.”
Kurt chuckled. “Speaking of which, don’t be surprised if he accepts when you offer him lunch today.”
“What if he does? Without you here, it would be like scraping nails to come up with something more to say than ‘nice weather, eh?’”
“You’ll think of something.” He placed a hand confidently on Mr. Longtail’s belly and slid him close to rub underneath his chin. “You won me over fine.”
Kelsey pressed her lips tightly together, failing to subdue her smile. “That’s nice to hear.”
“I won’t be long. Text me if things get hairy.”
He took off, knowing it was terrible that he was more excited about the half hour he’d spend in his Mustang picking up lunch and driving to visit his mother than he was to spend the hour with her. Nana was gone. His mother and grandfather were his family. He needed to embrace them.
Kurt called, took his mother’s lunch order, and promised himself he was going to do his best to let his resentment go. Like Nana had said, for the most part, people did their best. Some people’s best was just better than others’.
Sara answered the door wearing a pair of Victoria’s Secret lounge pants and a baggy zip-up hoodie. The thick wrap of bandages she’d worn over the lumpectomy had been off for a few days, and she was moving her arms naturally, though she was still visibly favoring the right one.
She brushed the fingers of her left hand through his hair. “Look at that mop of yours. It still makes me blink to see you with something other than a buzz cut. It’s growing out nice.”
“Thanks.” He held up the bag of Chipotle. “Steak burrito, white rice, hold the beans. Just like you asked.”
She took the bag and pressed a light kiss against his cheek. “Come on in. I can’t tell you how badly I’ve been craving one of these, but today’s the first day I feel like I can stomach it. It’s too cold to sit on the deck and stare out into the back parking lot, and the kitchen is as drab as the inside of a paper bag. So, let’s sit on the couch and get crumbs on it to annoy William later. What do you say?”
Kurt chuckled softly. “Sounds all right with me.”
“We’ve got soda and Gatorade in the fridge. Milk too.”
“Water’s fine. I’ll get it. You sit down. What’ll you have?”
“A Coke, I guess. I’m sick of Gatorade—and chicken soup and mashed potatoes, which means I’m getting that anesthesia out of my system.”
He headed to the small kitchen and grabbed a soda and a glass of water, then joined her in the living room. The whole place was about seven hundred square feet, but it felt even smaller to him after having gotten used to the high ceilings at the Sabrina Raven estate. “How are you feeling? Ready to start radiation next week?”
She shrugged, her left sh
oulder rising higher than her right one. “Ready as I’ll ever be. We Crawfords jump in and don’t waste time thinking about it, don’t we?”
“I guess so.”
The TV was muted, but she’d been watching the Food Channel. A baking show was on, giving Kurt an immediate craving for cupcakes, something he hadn’t had in years. He unwrapped his burrito, also steak, though he hadn’t opted out of the beans.
She thanked him again for coming and moaned over how delicious her burrito was. After she’d eaten about a third of it, she sat the rest on the wrapper on the coffee table and scooted sideways, facing him and crossing her legs. “Did William have to twist your arm to get you away from that girlfriend and those dogs of yours?”
Kurt smiled through his mouthful of burrito. “He offered to finish digging a trench.”
Sara laughed and made an imaginary check mark in the air. “Score one for motherhood. Sara Crawford out-rates trench digging.”
“I’d have come anyway.”
“Yeah, well, when he left, I told him you needed to come today. Between now and never, if it went any longer, I’m pretty sure I’d choose never. For part of this, at least.”
Kurt swallowed hard. “What’s going on?” He set his burrito on the coffee table and twisted to face her. “I thought everything was on track.”
“I’m fine, if that’s what you’re thinking. At least, I’m right where a woman my age with stage zero breast cancer should be.”
“Then what’s going on?”
Sara pointed toward the kitchen. “There’s a cardboard box on the table. I’ll let you grab it.”
Kurt wasted no time retrieving the box. It was lighter than he’d expected. It was folded closed but not taped. “What’s in it?”
“Some closure for one thing, I hope. Who knows what’ll come of the rest.”
Kurt scooted his burrito toward his mother’s, then sat the box on the coffee table. “Sara, in case you’ve forgotten, I’m not much for surprises and even less for suspense.”
“Then open it.”
Clenching his jaw, Kurt pulled free one of the corners. He blinked at the contents. They were both familiar and foreign. There was a framed picture of the four of them: Nana, William, Sara, and him. He’d seen it before, but it had been years earlier. Kurt was maybe five, which put Sara at just over twenty. It had been taken at Epcot. They were standing in front of Spaceship Earth. It was the one perfectly normal, all-American thing they’d done together, though Kurt scarcely remembered any of the vacation. Nana looked radiant, Sara was posing as if her crush had been taking the picture, Kurt looked two steps away from a grandiose meltdown, and William was looking grimly at the camera.
Next to the picture frame was the sock monkey that Nana had stitched out of honest-to-God worn socks. It had been on Kurt’s bed next to his pillow every day until fourth grade when a buddy came over and made fun of it. There were also a few toy cars, including a classic Mustang that looked a lot like the one he was driving now, except that it was black. His grandmother’s favorite rosary was in there too.
“She’d want you to have it,” Sara said as he brushed his fingertips over it.
Kurt wasn’t sure he wanted the responsibility of keeping it safe, but he didn’t want to refuse it either. At the bottom of the box were a couple folders stuffed with paper and a handful of children’s books.
“Mostly that’s your schoolwork. It was fun to look through it. There’s a paper in there you wrote about dogs. You should read it later. Grab the top book though, will you?”
Kurt did. It was worn, and the cover was half torn off. The cover picture was a cartoon drawing of a beach and an old lady and a little boy. Memory rushed over him. Nana’s singsong voice tickled his ears. How many times had she read it to him?
“I remember stopping by their house for one thing or another after I moved out and hearing her read it to you at bedtime. Do you remember it?”
Kurt nodded. He remembered the book more clearly than the trip to Disney World. It was about the adventure of a boy and his grandmother on the Oregon coast. It was a simple book, but Nana had loved it, so he’d loved it too.
“It always made me jealous, but she used to want to take you there. Just you and her. She was my mom and you were my kid, and it made me jealous. But I want you to know I’m sorry it never happened.”
Kurt shook his head. “I’m sure she forgot about it.”
“I don’t know if it’ll help or hurt, but it was actually one of the last things I remember her saying to me. It was maybe a week before she died. Like a premonition or something. She said it was one of her only regrets, that you two had never gone to the coast together.”
Kurt shook his head. He didn’t want to hear anything else Sara had to say. Nana was gone, and there was no use stirring up the past. Did you hear that, you idiot? You’re starting to sound like the Colonel.
“Kurt, I have no real delusions about who raised you. I’ve got my game face off today, and when I put it back on, you may never hear this again, but my mom did an extraordinary job. You are this miraculous, amazing young man because of her. I know it. William knows it. You know it.”
“What’s this about, Sara?” He flipped absently through the book, his jaw so tight that his teeth hurt. Two envelopes fell out of the book onto his lap. One was letter-sized, the other large enough to hold a thin stack of unfolded paper. Both were sealed.
“It’s about what I have to say next, actually.”
“And what’s that?”
“My mom’s father died not long before she did, believe it or not. He was ninety-three. A cousin of hers came up from Guanajuato a month before her accident. My mom wasn’t exaggerating, Kurt. Her family owns half a village.”
“Did you meet her cousin?”
“Yes. He was nice. Different. Really different. Old world and sophisticated. It explained a lot to me about why Mom was the way she was, always in a dress and collecting crystal and lace and whatnot.”
“Did it make her happy or sad, seeing him?”
Sara took a measured breath. “Happy mostly, a little nostalgic too. She intended to tell you. She talked to me about it a lot.”
“About what?”
Sara drummed her fingers on her knee. “About the money, Kurt. She was given a nice chunk of money.”
“No shit? What’s William got to say about that?”
“No surprises there. He doesn’t want anything to do with the money. It’s for us to split as long as we don’t do anything wasteful, which I keep thinking coincides pretty perfectly with this,” she said, motioning to her surgical site. “I’m forty-four, and this death scare got me thinking that the only real thing I ever did of any importance was give birth to you. Let’s face it, finishing high school doesn’t account for much. Neither does waitressing or shacking up with my fair share of the U.S. armed forces.”
One side of Kurt’s mouth pulled into a smile. “You mean a lot to a lot of people, Sara. That counts for something.”
“But not to me.”
He sat the book on the edge of the table next to the box and leaned against the couch. “So what are you going to do about it?”
“That’s the burning question. If it wasn’t for this scare, I probably would have wasted my half if William didn’t stop me. I’ve been taking this time to myself to think things over. Promise you won’t laugh?”
“Of course.”
“I love clothes, and I like to run things. You know I run that diner, even though I don’t get paid to do it. I was thinking of taking a few business classes and opening an upscale resale shop. They’re all the rage now.”
“I think that would be perfect for you. It makes me happy to hear you say it. William will be too, I’m sure.”
“He said he’d help me get the space ready for customers, so I think that pretty much counts as his approval.”
“Aren’t you going to ask how much we’re getting?”
Kurt dragged a hand through his hair. He had a strange feeling everything was about to change, and he stifled a desperate urge to shove everything back in the box and head out the door. “Honestly, I’m still trying to digest the fact that in the end, Nana wasn’t cut out of her father’s will.”
“I think the whole affair ended up being pretty complicated. It was her sister’s last wish that she be included. She passed away a year or so before their father.”
“So how much did they give her?”
“Nine hundred and thirty-two thousand.”
Kurt choked on the water he was taking a swig of. “Dollars? Not pesos? You’re sure?”
“If it was a million pesos, I don’t think we’d be planning much of anything. The money’s in Mom and Dad’s account. Mom never spent a dime, and Dad won’t either. He wants to visit an estate lawyer to minimize taxes, but if you’re doing the math, it’s safe to say you’ll have over four hundred thousand dollars to spend however you’d like. All the details are in the big envelope. And I’m telling you right now that you should start your own K-9 training rescue team or something of the sort. You’re too good with dogs not to.”
Kurt sat against the couch, his hands resting loosely against his thighs as Sara picked up her burrito and began to nibble again. She poked his knee with her bare toe.
“Or you could marry Kelsey and throw a big, ostentatious wedding and get her to start popping out babies right quick, because I think there’s a good chance I’ll be a much better grandma than I was a mom. But no pressure.”
Her efforts to lighten the mood weren’t going to work. He was numb from his fingers to his toes, and his mind was racing. It was too much to process. His mother’s possible turnaround. His grandmother’s family coming out of nowhere. A hell of a lot of money. That was when it hit him. “Then what’s in the small envelope?”
Her smile faltered long enough for him to see this one made her nervous, not excited. She set the burrito down and sipped her Coke. Kurt waited, forcing a patience he didn’t feel.