by Vicki Delany
“Then you got into your car and drove back to the city without even waiting for someone to come and get you. So I suggested that maybe as you had returned from the dead, it would do you some good to have the boys here waiting for you when you got home. Unfortunately we were a bit delayed.”
I couldn’t speak; something was lodged in my throat. Instead I took another swallow.
Brian nuzzled up to me, and rubbed his spiked hair into my arm. “Mom, can we have sausage on the pizza? Please, please.”
“Tell you what, little buddy. Because this is a really special occasion to welcome your mother back, we will get two pizzas. One for you and one for Thomas and you can both order exactly what you want on it. How about that?”
“Wow,” Brian shouted. “And can we have Crazy Bread as well?”
“As crazy as they can make it,” Wayne said, moving to the phone.
“Hey, Mom. How was your trip anyway?” Important things sorted out, Brian remembered his manners. “We heard there was a really huge storm up north.”
“Like the worst in the whole history of the world,” Thomas piped in, his eyes wide with the excitement of it all.
“It was big all right,” I said, delighting in their love and their joy. “The biggest ever.”
“Dad said that people died.”
“Well, yes. Someone did. Two people did. But that happens in really big storms. Trees fall down and lightening hits the ground and all that sort of thing.”
“Dad was real glad that you were okay, Mom.” The room fell silent.
Wayne hung up the phone and scooped Brian into his big arms. “I have a feeling that you might be seeing a lot more of your mom from now on. What do you think of that big boy?”
Brian squealed. “I think that’s great.”
I swallowed again.
“Can we go camping with you sometime, Mom?” Thomas asked.
“You bet. Maybe next year. Yes, next year we’ll all go. It’ll be so much fun. We’ll camp and canoe and see moose and loons and if we’re really lucky, even bears. And if we’re really, really lucky we’ll hear wolves.”
Thomas ran around the living room imitating a wolf and Brian grinned at me.
“I’d like that, Mom.”
The end
About the Author
Having taken early retirement from her job as a systems analyst in the high-pressure financial world, Vicki is settling down to the rural life in bucolic, Prince Edward County, Ontario where she rarely wears a watch.
Other Titles by Vicki Delany
The Constable Molly Smith Series:
Among the Departed
Negative Image
Winter of Secrets
Valley of the Lost
In the Shadow of the Glacier
The Klondike Gold Rush Series:
Gold Digger
Gold Fever
Standalone Novels of Suspense:
Burden of Memory
Scare the Light Away
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