FISHER HOME
Sarah
reaches out to stroke the soft,
pink flesh of the baby's arm. Victoria,
still in her grandmother's arms,
acknowledges her mother with barely a flutter of the eyes before settling
her head back down on Paula's shoulder.
"I think Little Missy over here is
ready for her nap," Sarah says.
Paula glances over at the baby, who
has practically melted in her arms. "I would say so," she laughs lightly.
"Let me take some of this stuff upstairs
so we can put her down--"
"I'll get it, Sarah,"
Bill says pleasantly,
already moving to take the bags in his arms.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"The only bag you'll really need
right now is that one," Sarah says, pointing.
Paula is already handing Victoria
to her husband. "So you can take your darling granddaughter up, too, and
keep it to a single trip."
"I'd be delighted." Bill gently accepts
the child into his arms, takes the bag in one hand, and heads for the stairs.
Sarah can tell that Paula has a specific
agenda by the way her mother waits until the creaking of the stairs has
faded, indicating that Bill is busy with Victoria and they can have a few
minutes alone.
"Dear," Paula begins, "how are things?
With Brent, I mean."
Sarah's first instinct is to be relieved
that the question isn't about Matt,
but this isn't exactly a topic she
is dying to discuss, either. She can already hear her mother berating her
for all the mistakes she has made in her marriage.
"Not too good," she says finally,
her voice low. "We're--" She stops to sigh. "We're actually not even speaking
right now, I don't think."
"Have things gotten that bad? What
happened?"
Her past few visits to the hospital
-- when Brent overheard her talking about blocking
Molly from the room,
when he refused even to answer her pleas later on -- flash through Sarah's
mind and she feels that familiar stab of desperation.
"He's--" And suddenly it strikes
Sarah that Paula must not know. She has no idea how, but clearly
Molly nor Jason
has said anything about her hiring the guard to keep Molly
out of Brent's room.
The feeling of impending doom begins
to relent, albeit tentatively. Could Molly really not have said anything?
Jason, that makes sense -- Sarah expected that he would leave the matter
to be resolved by the sisters. But Molly? Sarah was sure she would rush
home and make a big to-do about Sarah's latest dreadful deed. She actually
expected to be reamed out for it when she called to see if her parents
could take Victoria for the weekend and, when it never came, she figured
they were saving the reprimanding for an in-person encounter.
"I guess they have," she finally
replies, hoping that her frenzied reaction has not been obvious enough
to ruin this stroke of luck. "Brent won't speak to me at all."
"Oh, honey, I am so sorry," Paula
says, moving in to embrace her daughter. "I wish this would have worked
out for you--"
No sooner have Paula's arms settled
around Sarah than are they forced off with the spring of a tennis ball
hurled against a wall.
Confused, she meets Sarah's gaze,
her arms still not fully retracted.
"Back off!" Sarah cries.
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