1022 Evergreen Place by Debbie Macomber
Shirley waited for him to continue.
“I’m calling to ask if you’d be free to join me.”
“I would,” she said, regardless of the details.
“It’s on Sunday the twenty-seventh.”
“That’s perfect.” She bit her lip, embarrassed that she no longer seemed to know any other words.
“I can get a third invitation if you’d like to include Will.”
“No. No, that isn’t necessary.”
“You’re sure?” Larry asked.
“Oh, yes.”
“I arrive early Saturday and fly out Monday morning.”
“Would you like to come to Cedar Cove?” she asked, and immediately regretted it. She imagined how awkward it would be if they ran into Will Jefferson.
“Perhaps,” he said, “but I have commitments in Seattle on Saturday.”
Of course he would. Shirley felt gauche for having made the suggestion. Larry was an important artist, a celebrity, and he had better things to do than visit Cedar Cove.
“Would it be possible to see you on Sunday? Have dinner after the show?”
“No…I mean, yes, it would be possible.” Every time she opened her mouth she seemed to say something stupid. She had to wonder why Larry wanted to see her at all.
“Great.” He sounded pleased, which only added to Shirley’s delight.
“I’m so glad you called,” she said. “I didn’t expect to hear from you, and, well, I’m…more than a little flattered.” It was probably all wrong to tell him that, to be so effusive, but she didn’t care.
They talked for another five minutes while they made arrangements. He’d send a car for her and, if he could manage it, he’d come with the car, although at this point that looked doubtful. As he spoke, Shirley got a pen and pad from the kitchen junk drawer and wrote it all down, certain that if she didn’t she’d forget every word.
As soon as she was off the phone, Shirley rushed down the hallway to her daughter’s bedroom and threw open the door. Tanni lay on her bed, cell phone in hand, text messaging.
“You’ll never guess who that was!” Shirley cried.
Tanni looked up with a bored expression. “Hugh Jackman.”
“No, silly. Larry Knight.”
Tanni gaped at her. “The Larry Knight. The artist?” Shirley nodded.
“Did he say anything about Shaw?”
It hadn’t even occurred to Shirley to ask. “No, he didn’t,” she said, feeling a little guilty.
The hope that had flared in Tanni’s eyes was quickly extinguished.
“He asked me on a date,” Shirley told her.
“A date with you?”
Shirley knew it probably sounded as inconceivable to her daughter as it did to her that Larry Knight had asked her out.
“You’re going?”
Shirley nodded, trying not to act too happy when her daughter was so miserable over Shaw. Still, she couldn’t quite contain her joy as she hurried back to the kitchen.
She could hardly wait to tell Miranda about this.
Sixteen
Charlotte sat in her favorite chair, doing her favorite thing—knitting. Her fingers were as busy as her mind and although she’d knit this same sweater a number of times she kept making small mistakes that she had to rip out, kept needing to refer to the pattern. She’d been so distracted and forgetful. She blamed it on this stress caused by her husband’s son, David.
Ben had turned on the television and sat staring at it, apparently engrossed, although she doubted either of them was concentrating on the evening news.
“Ben,” Charlotte finally said.
He glanced away from the TV and looked at her. “Yes?”
“Let’s ask Olivia. She knows about the law in situations like this.” She didn’t elaborate; there was no need to. Ben knew very well that she was talking about David’s daughter, Noelle.
Ben’s mouth thinned. “Let me think about it.”
Charlotte had no intention of pressuring him. Ben loved his little granddaughter and had already taken financial measures to secure her future. His son’s actions had devastated him—and this wasn’t the first time. David had a history of hurtful and irresponsible behavior, which included “borrowing” money from Ben. Money that was rarely ever repaid. A “sponger,” her own son had called him. Maybe Will’s behavior hadn’t always been exemplary, either, but compared to David he was a paragon.
Charlotte knew Ben had been hoping David would do the right thing, the responsible thing, and support his child. That hadn’t happened and probably wouldn’t. Instead, David had obstinately insisted Noelle wasn’t his child, even after admitting it earlier. But he could no longer deny his paternity, since a DNA test had proven it conclusively.
They’d spoken with David on Saturday. Now he’d started claiming that DNA testing wasn’t infallible and that Mary Jo was some kind of fraud. Or—and he’d also claimed this—she was promiscuous, although he’d put it more crudely.
Ben wasn’t having any of that and neither was Charlotte. He’d urged Mary Jo to file a paternity suit. For David to acknowledge his responsibility and accept it would be the honorable course of action, but as Charlotte had learned, David Rhodes was not an honorable man. “Maybe it would be a good idea to discuss this with Olivia,” Ben said after several minutes.
“She deals with similar cases every day in court, or she did,” Charlotte amended, “when she was working.”
“The problem is…” Ben let the rest of his thought fade.
Charlotte knew better than to prompt him. Ben often broke off in the middle of a sentence while he considered a dilemma or mulled over a solution.
“The problem is,” he began a second time, “I don’t know if Mary Jo is willing to take our advice.”
Charlotte was knitting at a frantic pace, ignoring any errors she might be making. The poor girl had arrived at the house late Saturday afternoon, so upset she’d hardly been able to speak; they got the story out of her in bits and pieces. From what Charlotte recalled of the conversation, David had confronted Mary Jo and more or less threatened her if she pursued child support.
Charlotte was outraged whenever she thought about it. She didn’t say anything because it would only upset Ben, and he’d already endured about all he could from his youngest son.
“I was thinking I’d make up a batch of that soup you like. The one with the meatballs and fresh spinach.” For the life of her, she couldn’t remember the name of it.
“Italian wedding soup,” Ben said.
“Yes, that’s the one. I bet Olivia would enjoy it, too. I’ll make a big pot and we’ll bring it over tomorrow afternoon for lunch.” She’d spend the morning baking a loaf of oatmeal molasses bread and would add that to her basket.
Ben reached across the space between their two chairs and took her hand. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Why are you thanking me, Ben Rhodes?”
He answered her with the sweetest of smiles. “For your love and patience.”
“I vowed to love you, and I do, and as for the patience part, you don’t need to thank me for that. You’re a good man, and a good father, too.”
He shook his head. “I don’t feel like one.”
“Nonsense. We can’t take on the faults of our children. As adults, we all make our own decisions and live our own lives.”
“That’s true,” Ben agreed. “But it’s still hard to see our children acting badly.”
Charlotte couldn’t argue with that.
The following afternoon, Ben drove Charlotte out to Lighthouse Road. As they walked to the back door, she studied the small vegetable garden and the strawberry patch, dotted with succulent red berries. She’d pick some later and make Olivia that freezer jam she liked.
“Anyone home?” Charlotte called out as they entered the house.
“Mom?” Olivia’s voice came from the spare bedroom. “Oh, is it lunchtime already?” She hurried into the kitchen with a measuring tape around her neck
Ben set the Crock-Pot filled with soup on the kitchen counter and plugged it in.
“As promised, we brought lunch,” Charlotte announced. She opened the kitchen cupboard, taking down three soup bowls and three bread plates. “Is Jack going to be joining us?”
Olivia nodded. “Have you ever known my husband to miss one of your meals?” She got another bowl and plate, while Ben efficiently collected the silverware. “He’s been taking time off every day to drive home and check on me. Oh, he makes it sound like he’s just home for lunch, but I know that man and he’s watching over me.”
“As well he should,” Charlotte said. She approved of Jack’s less-than-subtle approach to caring for her daughter. She was grateful he kept a close eye on Olivia; the cancer was bad enough, but they’d very nearly lost her last fall, and the scare had put them all on edge. The memory of those weeks always sent a chill down Charlotte’s spine.
As if he’d been able to smell the fresh-baked bread, Jack pulled into the space behind Ben’s car. He bounded out of his vehicle and came through the kitchen door, clutching a copy of the latest Cedar Cove Chronicle. “You’ve got your very own delivery boy,” he said cheerfully, handing it to Olivia. “Hi, everyone.”
They all greeted him and Charlotte smiled at him fondly.
“Do I smell lunch?” he asked, glancing expectantly around. He kissed Olivia’s cheek and walked straight past her to the Crock-Pot on the counter. Lifting the lid, he closed his eyes. “Mmm. Homemade soup?”
“Italian wedding,” Ben said.
“As usual, you’re right on time,” Charlotte told him. “Everything’s ready.”
Within a few minutes, the four of them were sitting at the kitchen table; the bread was still warm enough to melt the butter, and the soup was delicious, if Charlotte did say so herself.
“Actually, Olivia, we’re not just here for lunch—” he inclined his head at Charlotte “—delectable though it is. We have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind,” Ben said.
“Of course.” Olivia looked somewhat surprised.
“This has to do with Noelle,” Charlotte supplied, eager to help.
“It has more to do with my son than Noelle,” Ben inserted.
Charlotte saw that he’d set his spoon aside and didn’t reach for it again. The subject of David had obviously ruined Ben’s appetite. “I urged Mary Jo to file for child support,” he said.
“She should do it,” Jack seconded vigorously, an opinion Charlotte strongly agreed with.
“Mary Jo knows David’s unemployed. She thinks there’s no point in filing when he isn’t making any money.” Ben turned to Olivia with a questioning look.
“Whether he’s currently employed or not doesn’t matter,” Olivia said.
“Good.” Ben’s expression was one of relief.
Charlotte felt they should review the facts. “Mary Jo’s been taking care of Noelle on her own and it isn’t right. Ben wanted to help her financially, but Mary Jo wouldn’t accept money.” She had to admire the young woman, although her situation must be difficult.
“I did include Noelle in my will,” Ben explained. “But I feel it’s David’s responsibility to support his daughter even if he wasn’t married to the child’s mother. As it is, he’s not supporting the child he had with his ex-wife, either.”
“Ben told his son how he felt and I’m afraid their talk didn’t go well. Unfortunately, David ran into Mary Jo shortly after meeting with his father.” Charlotte glanced at Ben, wanting his permission before she continued. He nodded.
She paused a moment to butter some bread. “It turns out that David saw Mary Jo and Mack McAfee with Noelle down by the waterfront on Saturday afternoon. You remember how lovely the day was, don’t you? Well, Mary Jo said David threatened her again.”
“Threatened?” Olivia asked, frowning. “How, exactly?”
Ben took over then. “From what Mary Jo could tell us, it seems David implied that if she went after child support, he’d fight her for custody of Noelle. By the way,” he added, “I’ve recently learned that he’s moved to Seattle.”
Charlotte noticed that he didn’t say anything about the woman David was living with, the woman who was supporting him. She knew it was a source of great shame to Ben.
“I suppose being in Seattle gives him greater access—and makes him more of a threat,” he went on to say.
“In these situations, the state virtually always keeps the infant with the mother,” Olivia assured them.
“My son has no intention of raising that child. He has another daughter from his marriage that he rarely sees. He has no interest in being a father to either of his children, painful as that is for me to admit.”
Charlotte placed her hand over Ben’s, offering him what comfort she could.
“In my opinion, Mary Jo should call his bluff.” Olivia spoke in a no-nonsense voice. “The courts don’t take kindly to these types of threats.”
“According to Mary Jo, David didn’t even look at the baby once,” Ben said. “In Noelle’s whole life, he’s never held her, never touched her, and to claim now that he’ll fight for custody is just plain ludicrous.”
“Especially when he denied even fathering the child,” Charlotte said.
“The judge will ask about his involvement with Noelle to this point,” Olivia told them. “That is, if the case ever comes before the court, which I doubt will happen.”
Jack didn’t look convinced. “You never know. He might get himself some crackerjack lawyer with a bee in his bonnet about father’s rights.”
“True.” Olivia sighed. “My guess is that David’s using intimidation, hoping Mary Jo won’t ask for money from him, especially now that he’s unemployed.”
“Well, if she does, I’m afraid David will refuse to pay,” Ben murmured. “Even if he finds another job.”
“Since paternity is verified, the state will garnishee David’s unemployment check, presuming that he’s receiving one. He won’t have any choice but to pay child support.”
Charlotte knew he wouldn’t like that, and his current girlfriend wouldn’t, either.
“What’s the situation between Mack and Mary Jo?” Olivia asked thoughtfully.
“You’ve probably heard that they’re sharing a duplex,” Ben answered. “Each living in one half.”
“He loves that little baby. Why, Mack’s far more of a father to her than David,” Charlotte put in.
“That’s what I figured,” Olivia said. “I saw the three of them at the market on Saturday and they looked just like any young family on an outing.”
“I’m sure Mack’s sweet on Mary Jo,” Ben told them.
Sweet was such a lovely word, Charlotte mused. Old-fashioned and charming. Anyone could see that Mack and Mary Jo were falling in love.
“If I was a betting man, I’d say they’ll end up married.” Jack reached for his third slice of bread.
Charlotte passed him the butter, which he took gratefully until Olivia placed a hand on his forearm. Without saying a word, Jack pushed the butter aside and patted his wife’s hand.
This exchange took only a few seconds and it made Charlotte smile despite the seriousness of their conversation. A couple of years ago, Jack had suffered a heart attack, and ever since, Olivia had stood guard over his diet. The way she and Jack looked after each other was inspiring.
“Has Mary Jo given you any indication that she’ll eventually marry Mack?” Olivia asked her mother and Ben.
“Well, no, but like Ben said earlier,” Charlotte replied, “it’s obvious that they’re close.”
“If they were to marry, do you believe Mack would want to legally adopt Noelle?”
Charlotte didn’t need to think about her response. “I believe
Ben raised a cautious hand. “I suspect—” He hesitated, then started again. “I suspect that Mack and Mary Jo had some sort of disagreement after seeing David.”
“Now, Ben…”
He raised his hand again, stopping her. “I know Mary Jo was flustered and upset when she came to see us, but I’m sure it was over more than what happened with David.”
Thinking about it, Charlotte had to agree. Mary Jo had been in a real state. She’d needed to get away, she said. She needed to talk to someone. With Mack living right next door, wouldn’t she go to him? Unless she couldn’t….
Of course, he might’ve been at the firehouse, but then Charlotte remembered Olivia mentioning that she’d seen Mack and Mary Jo together that same afternoon. So Mary Jo could easily have discussed the matter with him. Instead, she’d come to Ben and her.
Charlotte turned to her daughter. “Why are you asking about Mack?” He wasn’t part of the equation. This had to do with David, Mary Jo and Noelle.
“The reason I asked about Mack’s feelings toward Mary Jo,” Olivia said, “is because he might want to adopt Noelle if and when he marries Mary Jo. You told me you thought that would be the case.”
Oh, yes. She had said that. And it was true.
“I just want everyone to be aware of the potential complications.”
Ben shrugged. “If I know David, I’d say he’ll do everything within his power to make the adoption as hard as possible. He doesn’t want Noelle himself, but he won’t want anyone else to become her father. It’s unfortunate, but that’s how my son’s mind works.” Ben lowered his head. “Much as I hate to admit this about my own flesh and blood, if David feels he has the upper hand, he’ll use it to his advantage.”
“Then I suggest,” Olivia said, “that you take that power away from him now.”
“What do we need to do?” Ben asked.
“Have Mary Jo file for child support.”
“If she will,” Charlotte felt obliged to insert. The girl had been so terrified that David would try to take Noelle away from her.