I put the coffee on the counter.
“You told her she could stay here? Without asking?”
“I thought we’d all get used to it. Then we could talk about making it permanent.”
I checked off the days on our bedroom calendar, eagerly awaiting the end of her visit. Mark watched me.
Our moved things were still piling up in the bedroom, as I assumed the hallway closet would soon be available again.
“Did you know you asked me to be patient last week?”
He lowered his gaze.”Not.”
Diane crossed her arms.
“My son promised me a home. And now you’ve turned the whole situation hostile.”
Just a few minutes earlier I had been ready to thank Mark.
Now I looked at that breakfast tray differently.
“So what was that supposed to fix?”
“Food,” he said. “I thought if Mom understood, you wouldn’t be so embarrassed. She’s helping with Noah. You won’t be rushing to pick him up, and she’ll have family nearby.”
