Grace Parker's Peach Pie by Kay Correll

Author:Kay Correll [CORRELL, KAY]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781944761639
Publisher: Zura Lu Publishing LLC

Chapter 15

Patricia stared into her closet late Sunday morning. Brunch with the girls. She’d normally pull on one of her well-tailored pairs of slacks and possibly a silk blouse. But the girls would dress more casually, and they’d all be sitting out on Donna’s lanai. It would be hot and humid, but she vowed not to complain about the heat. Or at least try not to.

She frowned as she scanned her outfits, looking for something more casual. She didn’t do casual very often. Finally settling on a pair of navy slacks and a crisp white shirt, she slipped the outfit on. That was the best she could do. Her meager attempt to fit in.

She added some jewelry and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Not a gray hair was showing, and as far as she was concerned there never would be one.

It was ridiculous to be nervous about going to a family brunch, but she was. Just the girls. The Parker women. She knew they all met often, but she’d turned them down so many times, they’d quit asking her to their Parker women brunch. But this time they’d asked her and she’d accepted the invitation.

She was trying—really she was—to be more social with her family. It was hard to change from years of habit, though. Her husband had rarely had time for family functions. He was all about business dinners and events. It was easier to go along with his decisions than try to change his mind. Now that he was gone, it was hard to grasp the concept that she got to make her own decisions about where she wanted to go and who she wanted to see.

She’d never been very close to her daughters or her granddaughter. Maybe she didn’t have the proper mother gene in her. But she was trying to make things better.

It was still hard to bite her tongue around them, though. They made so many choices that she disagreed with. But as Ted had pointed out when they talked about it, the girls had just as much right to be making their own decisions as she did now. Practical advice, but still hard to live with.

The receptionist called up and said her driver had arrived. She took one last look, grabbed her purse, and headed downstairs.

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