Rescue Me by Farrah Rochon

Author:Farrah Rochon [Rochon, Farrah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, African American
ISBN: 9780843962246
Google: 2UzmGzqHaf8C
Amazon: B0065QVHUA
Publisher: Nicobar Press
Published: 2009-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Margo added another pinch of salt to the mustard greens simmering atop the stove. She tried to keep her mind occupied by transferring the rest of today’s meal from pots into serving dishes, but at the sound of a car pulling up the drive, she nearly dropped the small casserole dish of buttered corn.

She ran to the kitchen window, her entire body sighing with relief when she saw Jasmine running up the driveway toward the back door.

That Gerald Mitchell was going to give her a heart attack. Before ending their hour long phone conversation last night, he’d told her he would show up for Sunday dinner.

Most of their discussion had centered upon her resistance in taking their relationship public. Gerald had been more than accommodating, understanding that she had other things to consider, like a family and friends who might not be as accepting of him as his daughters were of her, but after six months, he was becoming frustrated. It did seem as if she was ashamed of him, even though nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, Margo was pretty sure she was falling in love with him.

“Lord, help me,” she said under her breath.

Margo heard the screen door slap shut. A second later the kitchen door flew open and Jasmine came barreling through it.

“Grandma.” Her grandbaby ran up to her, arms wide open.

“Hello, my angel.”

“You didn’t go to church, Grandma.”

“No, Grandma was feeling a little tired this morning,” she said, giving Jasmine’s soft hair a kiss.

“Hey, Mama.” Alex walked through the door. “What happened to you this morning?”

“She was sick,” Jasmine provided.

“What’s wrong?” Instant concern clouded Alex’s eyes.

“It’s nothing. Probably just a stomach virus,” she said, jumping on Jasmine’s erroneous excuse.

“Where’s Eli? Maybe he needs to check you out.”

“Nonsense.” She waved him off.

Eli and Monica picked that moment to walk through the kitchen door. Margo had not even heard their car approach.

“Hey, y’all.” Eli entered after Monica, carrying a brown bag that Margo suspected held vanilla ice cream. He’d said he would bring some when she told him she was making peach cobbler for dessert.

“Mama’s sick,” Alex said.

“What’s wrong?” Eli asked, his eyes darting to her.

Margo’s shoulder sagged with a sigh. “I’m fine,” she said.

“Do you have a fever?”

She slapped Eli’s hand as it approached her forehead.

“Goodness, a person can’t have a little stomachache around you people.” Margo picked up the cooking spoon and turned back to her mustard greens.

Monica approached her at the stove. “Why don’t you go lie down, Margo? I can finish up dinner.”

“Really, I’m fine,” Margo insisted. A car door slammed, and her heart nearly stopped beating.

“Somebody else coming to dinner?” Eli asked.

“I—” Fear knotted in her gut as panic held her rooted where she stood. There was a knock at the back door.

“I’ll get it,” Jasmine called.

“No,” Margo yelled, but it was too late. Jasmine had already run onto the porch.

“It’s Uncle Jonathan and Auntie Ivana,” her granddaughter called.

Margo felt her knees go weak with relief. She forgot she’d invited Jonathan and Ivana to dinner to celebrate their engagement.

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