Hidden Blessings by Kim Cash Tate

Hidden Blessings by Kim Cash Tate

Author:Kim Cash Tate
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2014-06-30T16:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

KENDRA RETIRED TO THE LIVING-ROOM SOFA, FELLED BY A WAVE of nausea stemming from the chemo—or, more likely, from the call that Brooklyn’s mom was on her way. She’d called Lance’s phone after he had let her know Brooklyn was there. And she’d asked if Kendra was home, saying she’d like to talk to her.

“And there you are, Miss Woods. Your pedicure is complete.” Brooklyn capped the nail polish, sighing with satisfaction at her work.

“Beautiful job, Brooklyn. Wow, lime green.” Kendra had been instructed not to look down while she did it. “Where’d you get that?”

“It’s Molly’s.” Her palm went out. “That’ll be a hundred dollars.”

“A hundred dollars?” Kendra’s mouth gaped. “You said it was free.”

“I changed my mind.”

“And they say to watch out for lawyers . . .”

Brooklyn’s nose wrinkled. “Huh?”

Kendra chuckled. “You better get ready. Your mom’ll be here shortly.”

“Can you ask if I can spend the night? Please?”

“No, ma’am.”

“But why? I haven’t gotten to stay over yet.”

“You can ask yourself,” Kendra said, “but since you sneaked out, she might not be feeling generous.”

Brooklyn folded her arms in a huff, then jumped up. “She’s here,” she said, looking out the window. She ran to the door and opened it. “Mom, can I spend the night?”

Kendra heard, “Brooklyn Renee, you’re not staying anywhere. You and I will have a little talk about your behavior when we leave.”

Lance came from the kitchen to the front door and greeted her. “Ellen, how are you?” he said. “Come on in.”

“I’m fine, thanks, Lance.” Footsteps entered the foyer. “Is this a good time to talk to Kendra?”

“She’s here in the living room,” Lance said.

Kendra shifted on the sofa as they approached. Introductions felt weird.

“Ellen, this is Kendra,” Lance said. “Kendra, Brooklyn’s mom, Ellen.”

Ellen wore jeans and a solid-colored tee, and her hair fell straight and blunt, stopping below the ear. With no makeup, she had a plainness about her, yet an attractive plainness.

Kendra’s stomach felt tight. “How are you?” she managed.

“I’m good. How are you?” Ellen asked. “Well. Sorry. Brooklyn told me you were sick, and I see now myself. I’m very sorry you have to go through this.”

“I appreciate that,” Kendra said.

“Is this . . . the same cancer your mother had?”

Okay, really? Kendra sighed inside and tried to think about the pep talk Lance had given her.

“No, it isn’t.”

“If you’re feeling up to it, I wondered if I could talk to you a minute.”

“I guess it’s fine.”

“Brooklyn, let’s get some cookies and milk, if your mom will let you,” Lance said.

“Sounds good,” Ellen said. “Thanks.”

When Lance and Brooklyn were gone, Ellen gestured toward the chair. “Mind if I sit?”

Kendra shook her head.

“First, I’ve heard a lot about you—”

“Ellen, seriously,” Kendra said, “you’re telling me you heard a lot about me, from my dad, in the midst of your affair?”

“Actually, I worked with your dad”—she cleared her throat—“before . . . Look, this isn’t easy for me either. I only wanted to talk to you because of Brooklyn. I’m trying to understand what’s going on.



Download



Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.