Under the Sassafras by Hattie Mae

Author:Hattie Mae [Mae, Hattie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction
ISBN: 9781491201633
Amazon: B00DX93QJM
Barnesnoble: B00DX93QJM
Goodreads: 18194061
Publisher: Hattie Mae
Published: 2013-07-11T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

MaeMae knocked on Joelette's bedroom door. “Are you awake Cher?” When she didn’t hear an answer she cracked the door a little to see if Joelette was asleep. There she sat on her bed, her knees pulled to her chest, and her arms wrapped around her legs. She gazed out the window.

“Joelette, did you hear me knock?” MaeMae approached the bed. “Are you alright?”

“What? I'm sorry MaeMae.” She shook her head. “I didn't hear you come in. Do the boys need me?”

MaeMae sat on the bed next to Joelette, and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “No, the boys are fine. Tell me what's wrong, Cher. What happened today to make you so sad?”

Joelette couldn't stop the tears. “This is why I didn't want to see anybody. I knew I would cry” She swiped at her tears. “I don't want to cry anymore. I’ve cried all afternoon, please, I’ll tell you everything later.” She wiped more tears away as new ones took their place.

She grabbed MaeMae's hand. “Could you get the boys to bed tonight? I don't want them to see me like this. Please, MaeMae.”

“Remember, Cher, nothing is as dark as it seems.” She hugged Joelette, and kissed her forehead. “Don't you worry. The boys will be in bed at their regular time.”

Joelette crawled under the covers. Her head pounded, her eyes ached, and her mind spun. Who else had he left behind besides a wife?

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It had taken everything Mansir had not to go after Joelette. But what purpose would it serve? All he could ask her for was more time, more patience. She didn’t owe him any of that.

He was married. Or at least he had been. Until he knew the whole truth, he had nothing to offer Joelette. He’d tried so hard to remember, but to no avail. He felt sure that the shapely blonde woman who refused to show her face held the answer, but it wasn’t enough to go on. The police were still looking for him, but still no missing persons reports for a man with his description. Why wasn’t anyone looking for him? He threw back the sheets and climbed out of bed. He stepped into his jeans and went in search of some fresh air.

The hurt and anger in Joelette’s eyes plagued him. He had done what he never wanted to do; he’d hurt her. But damned if he wasn’t determined to make it up to her. Someday.

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The following afternoon T-Boy ran in after school. He hung his backpack on the hook behind the door, emptied his lunch box containers in the sink and never missed a beat.

Mansir turned and looked at Joelette. They could occupy the same space, but there was a rift between them.

“You’re doing a wonderful job raising your sons,” he said.

She nodded her thanks.

“Hey Mansir, want to see the new book I checked out of the library?” T-Boy asked.

Joelette watched as Mansir and T-Boy headed to the boy’s bedroom. She missed him, so much.

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