Big Fat Liar 3 (Big Fat Liar #3) by Cookie Moretti

Author:Cookie Moretti [Moretti, Cookie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B015AN09OS
Published: 2015-10-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

"Christopher, where's Cal?"

Chris stiffened at his mother's softly spoken question but didn't turn around to answer. Jaw clenched, he continued to empty the water from the small plastic cup into the dark blue vase filled with wildflowers; his mother's favorites.

"Chris?"

"I don't know, Mom," he finally said and added with dark irritation: "I'm not his keeper."

He heard his mother sigh wistfully. "I haven't seen him in ages. I miss seeing him. He's such a wonderful...boy."

Boy my ass, Chris thought darkly.

"It isn't really like him to not come and see how I'm doing," Eliza continued on. "Especially since my surgery is the day after tomorrow."

Chris tossed the empty cup into the trash but didn't face his mother. If she saw his expression now, she'd see the anger he's been carefully suppressing around her delicate state. Instead he stared out the window, watching the cars below moving like ants.

"I wish he would call me," Eliza said with another sad sigh. "I called his home phone but he never answers. You have his cell phone number don't you Chris? Can't you call-"

"No," Chris snapped quickly, then softened his tone. "Mom...he's probably busy with...stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Yeah."

"Chris, look at me."

Steeling his expression, Chris turned and finally faced his mother. Laying on the hospital bed in a pink gown, Eliza studied her son carefully before sitting up. She still felt under the weather these days because of her condition but at least she hasn't lost the ability to move.

"Mom," Chris said in warning. "Don't move around so much." He pushed away from the window and went to his mother who waved a hand at him with a laugh.

"Oh Chris," Eliza chuckled, "I'm perfectly fine."

Chris knelt down beside the bed and took her fragile hand with a frown. "Still...you shouldn't be pushing yourself."

"I'm fine," she assured him again. "Now, tell me what happened between you and Cal."

Ah hell. "Nothing," Chris replied smoothly but not smooth enough because Eliza clearly wasn't convinced. She raised a brow at him and he ignored it.

"You're telling me that this," she poked his furrowed brows, "isn't caused by whatever happened between you two? Christopher, I may be sick but I'm not blind."

Chris stood and released his hold on her hand. "Let it go, Ma."

She stared up worriedly at him. "Chris, what happened?"

"I said let it go."

"How can I let it go when my baby is hurting so much?"

Chris looked away from her soul-searching eyes and stared out the window. The sky was endlessly blue but he didn't see it. He felt so damn empty inside that he let his anger linger just to fill in that void.

"Christopher. Why are you hurting?"

"Mom, I'm fine." He started for the door. "I'll ask the nurse to get you your pain meds."

"Hold it right there Christopher Walker." Eliza's eyes narrowed at his back. "Don't walk away from me."

Cursing under his breath, Chris half turned and looked at his mother. She stared back at him for several seconds before her eyes softened. "Chris, you can be all scowly-faced at me but I know when one of my boys is hurting inside.

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