Page 24 of Must Love Flowers
“I understand now,” Maggie continued, apparently deep in thought.
“Understand?”
“He didn’t want me to become a nurse, always said it was too expensive, but deep down I think he knew that once I got my nursing degree I’d move away. I think he’s scared of being alone, and now that I’ve moved out, he is.”
Joan squeezed Maggie’s shoulder, letting her know she understood. “Visiting your dad isn’t a bad idea.”
Maggie nodded before opening the driver’s-side door.
They each carried a load as they approached the house. As soon as Joan unlocked the door, the scent of the roast in theCrock-Pot hit her, reminding her that dinner was ready. While working, she’d relied on that slow cooker for many a meal. Putting it to use again made her smile, as if this was yet another sign that she was on the right path, taking her own time to recover.
“Wow, that smells good.”
“As soon as we’re finished upstairs, we can eat.”
Maggie gave her a look of appreciation. “I can’t remember the last time I had a real home-cooked meal.”
For that matter, neither could Joan.
While Maggie collected the rest of her items from the car, Joan transferred Nick’s sports trophies into Steve’s old room. He had a couple posters on the wall, which she took down, along with a few other personal items. His dresser drawers were mostly empty. She found his high school yearbooks and a few video games, which were easy enough to deliver to the second bedroom. All in all, it took only a few minutes to clear his things out of the bedroom.
Maggie immediately went about making the area her own. The first thing she did, Joan noticed, was put up the picture of her and her mother. As best she could calculate, it was taken when Maggie was about seven or eight.
She stared at the photo of the two of them. The resemblance wasn’t hard to miss. Seeing his daughter must have been a constant reminder to Roy Herbert of the wife he had loved and lost. She’d never expected to feel sympathy for the man, and yet she did. He was weak, no doubt, and she suspected the loss of his wife had crippled him the same way losing Jared had done to her. Deep down, she believed that once he started pulling himself together, he would want Maggie to follow through on her dreams.
By the time Maggie had finished unpacking, Joan had dinner on the table. She removed the jigsaw puzzle she’d been assembling for the last two weeks. She needed that space for their serving dishes. Spending mindless hours on the project no longer held appeal.
When they sat down to eat, Maggie said, “I hope you know I don’t expect you to provide dinners for me.”
Joan was convinced Maggie often skipped meals or ate on the run. “I don’t mind. It will give me an excuse to cook again.”
“I would like that.” Her eyes lit up with appreciation. “But to be fair, I’ll need to pay you more in rent.”
“No, please, the price is more than fair.”
It looked for a moment as though Maggie wanted to argue. “Okay,” she conceded, “but only if you let me help around the house.”
“We can discuss all that later.” Joan handed her the platter with the roast for Maggie to help herself.
They were halfway through the meal and the conversation flowed smoothly. Although they didn’t know each other well, they appeared to be at ease, comfortable, as if they’d known each other beyond this single day.
“What will your son say when he learns you’ve gone ahead and rented me the room? His room?”
Joan grinned, thinking what Nick’s reaction would likely be. “He’ll probably be upset at first.”
“I’m sorry. I wish now I’d taken your other son’s room.”
“Nonsense. Nick hasn’t lived at home in years. At one point I considered turning that room into a craft area.” And perhaps one day she would if she ever decided to take painting classes or learned to knit. She’d look forward to the time she wascomfortable enough to do those very things. Baby steps, she reminded herself. One thing at a time.
Thinking about the future was something else Joan hadn’t done in a long while. It seemed pointless, but now it was an idea she’d entertain.
They finished their meal, and Maggie insisted on washing the dishes. Joan let her. It was a small concession, and it made Maggie feel like she’d contributed, which she did.
“My alarm goes off early,” Maggie explained, as she finished with the dishes. “I work the morning shift. I hope I don’t wake you.”
“Don’t worry about it. If you wake me, I’ll go right back to sleep.” Joan didn’t sleep well most nights and wasn’t overly concerned.
“I also tutor three days a week until the school breaks for the summer.”
