“There we go” Jean held Deb’s arm as they entered Mike and Deb’s house. “Home sweet home” Claire appeared in the doorway. “Hi” she greeted. She had a dapur towel in her hand.
“Mom, who is it?” Joey ran inside the hallway, and looked ahead of him, at Deb and Jean. Hearing the word ‘mom’ made Deb quiver and she looked down.
“Uh, Joey, why don’t anda go back to the kitchen?” Claire suggested. “You’re not done yet”
“Okay, mom” Joey replied, taking the hint, and he returned to the kitchen.
Claire took a few steps towards Deb, and nervously dried her hands with the towel. “Ryan suggested to stay here, while anda were in the hospital. If anda want, we can leave now”
Deb looked at Jean, not sure what to do.
“You can go” Jean replied in Deb’s place. “Richard and I will stay here” Claire nodded only, and returned to the kitchen. “So, what do anda want to do? I can call Mike, if anda want me to. He’s at his work”
Deb frowned. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see Mike now. “Actually, I’d like to go to bed” she mumbled quietly. “The doctor told me I need to take a lot of rest”
“Of course. Let me help you” Jean made an order, wrapped in a suggestion.
“I can do it alone” Deb replied soft, but with a sharp gleam in her eyes. She held on tightly to the banister, and moved up her feet slowly, one oleh one, like she was climbing the mount Everest. She felt like there was a huge weight on her shoulders, trying to push her down.
In the kitchen, Claire was busy making chamomile tea. “Poor Deb” she sighed compassionately. “You know, I have never been really fond of her, because she always seems to be in some kind of drama, and somehow Ryan always gets dragged into it, but…This, I wouldn’t even wish my worst enemy”
“They need us now lebih than ever” Jean nodded. “How’s that teh going?”
“It’s ready” Claire replied, turning off the stove. “I’ll pour anda a cup”
“Make that two” Jean returned. “I’ll bring Debra one. It might help her sleep”
“Sure” Claire poured three cups of tea, and put two on a platter, in case Jean didn’t plan on just delivering.
Jean lifted the piring and walked out of the kitchen. Claire sat down and blow her tea. She tried to imagine how Deb must feel now. She knew how it felt to have your child taken from you. She had been there. But knowing that anda will never see it again? She couldn’t even begin to fathom what agony that must be.
Deb lay in bed, on her right side, her face facing the wall. She heard knocking, but chose to ignore it. The door opened, Jean picked up the piring she had put down on the ground, and entered.
“Claire made anda some tea” Jean walked to the pedestal cupboard on Deb’s side of the bed, and put the piring down. She sank down on the bed, and caressed Deb’s hair. “I’m sorry, if I have treated anda unfairly. If I could turn back time, I would protect anda myself”
“They wouldn’t even let me see her” Deb sobbed, and her tears dampened Jeans hands. “They wouldn’t even let me hold her”
“I am so sorry, dear” Jean wiped Deb’s tears off her face. She took her cup and sipped from it. “Mike will be halaman awal soon”
Deb shivered. How was she supposed to explain her mother in law that she blamed her son for losing Beth?
“I’ll let anda rest now” Jean stood, and pulled the sheets up until they covered Deb’s shoulders, mistakenly taking Deb’s shivering as a sign of being cold. “Drink your tea, Debra. It’ll do anda good”
As Jean walked downstairs, she heard a key being turned and the door opened. Her eyes widened in fury when she saw Max entering the house.
Max looked up, and backed away, when Jean walked downstairs, as fast as possible, her face tight with anger.
“Hey” Max started carefully. “I just came in to check on Deb. How’s she doing?”
“What are anda doing here?” Jean snapped at her, accusatory.
“I wanted to know how Deb’s doing” Max repeated, intimidated. Jean was always so fond of her.
“They took her baby” Jean snapped mad. “They sliced her open, and pulled the baby from her womb. How do anda think she’s doing?”
Max frowned, getting angry as well. “Why do I get the feeling you’re blaming me for this?”
“You were supposed to protect Deb” Jean hissed outraged. “Because of your incompetence of knowing where your priorities lie, my son and his girlfriend have lost their baby”
Max swallowed, and fluttered her eyelashes. When she looked up, tears had sprung to her eyes. Jean was right, of course, she realized. She should’ve been here on that fateful night, instead of trying to take advantage of the situation to chase after Mike. Ryan’s words echoed in her head. Deb and Mike are too tight. No one’s going to come between them. Got it. Lesson learned, Max thought, guilt picking everywhere inside her.
“I want to help” she eventually managed to let out. “Tell me what I can do, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything”
“You can leave your house key here, and then go” Jean ordered, trembling so much she had to hold on to the banister. “You’ve done enough already”
“Mom, who is it?” Joey ran inside the hallway, and looked ahead of him, at Deb and Jean. Hearing the word ‘mom’ made Deb quiver and she looked down.
“Uh, Joey, why don’t anda go back to the kitchen?” Claire suggested. “You’re not done yet”
“Okay, mom” Joey replied, taking the hint, and he returned to the kitchen.
Claire took a few steps towards Deb, and nervously dried her hands with the towel. “Ryan suggested to stay here, while anda were in the hospital. If anda want, we can leave now”
Deb looked at Jean, not sure what to do.
“You can go” Jean replied in Deb’s place. “Richard and I will stay here” Claire nodded only, and returned to the kitchen. “So, what do anda want to do? I can call Mike, if anda want me to. He’s at his work”
Deb frowned. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see Mike now. “Actually, I’d like to go to bed” she mumbled quietly. “The doctor told me I need to take a lot of rest”
“Of course. Let me help you” Jean made an order, wrapped in a suggestion.
“I can do it alone” Deb replied soft, but with a sharp gleam in her eyes. She held on tightly to the banister, and moved up her feet slowly, one oleh one, like she was climbing the mount Everest. She felt like there was a huge weight on her shoulders, trying to push her down.
In the kitchen, Claire was busy making chamomile tea. “Poor Deb” she sighed compassionately. “You know, I have never been really fond of her, because she always seems to be in some kind of drama, and somehow Ryan always gets dragged into it, but…This, I wouldn’t even wish my worst enemy”
“They need us now lebih than ever” Jean nodded. “How’s that teh going?”
“It’s ready” Claire replied, turning off the stove. “I’ll pour anda a cup”
“Make that two” Jean returned. “I’ll bring Debra one. It might help her sleep”
“Sure” Claire poured three cups of tea, and put two on a platter, in case Jean didn’t plan on just delivering.
Jean lifted the piring and walked out of the kitchen. Claire sat down and blow her tea. She tried to imagine how Deb must feel now. She knew how it felt to have your child taken from you. She had been there. But knowing that anda will never see it again? She couldn’t even begin to fathom what agony that must be.
Deb lay in bed, on her right side, her face facing the wall. She heard knocking, but chose to ignore it. The door opened, Jean picked up the piring she had put down on the ground, and entered.
“Claire made anda some tea” Jean walked to the pedestal cupboard on Deb’s side of the bed, and put the piring down. She sank down on the bed, and caressed Deb’s hair. “I’m sorry, if I have treated anda unfairly. If I could turn back time, I would protect anda myself”
“They wouldn’t even let me see her” Deb sobbed, and her tears dampened Jeans hands. “They wouldn’t even let me hold her”
“I am so sorry, dear” Jean wiped Deb’s tears off her face. She took her cup and sipped from it. “Mike will be halaman awal soon”
Deb shivered. How was she supposed to explain her mother in law that she blamed her son for losing Beth?
“I’ll let anda rest now” Jean stood, and pulled the sheets up until they covered Deb’s shoulders, mistakenly taking Deb’s shivering as a sign of being cold. “Drink your tea, Debra. It’ll do anda good”
As Jean walked downstairs, she heard a key being turned and the door opened. Her eyes widened in fury when she saw Max entering the house.
Max looked up, and backed away, when Jean walked downstairs, as fast as possible, her face tight with anger.
“Hey” Max started carefully. “I just came in to check on Deb. How’s she doing?”
“What are anda doing here?” Jean snapped at her, accusatory.
“I wanted to know how Deb’s doing” Max repeated, intimidated. Jean was always so fond of her.
“They took her baby” Jean snapped mad. “They sliced her open, and pulled the baby from her womb. How do anda think she’s doing?”
Max frowned, getting angry as well. “Why do I get the feeling you’re blaming me for this?”
“You were supposed to protect Deb” Jean hissed outraged. “Because of your incompetence of knowing where your priorities lie, my son and his girlfriend have lost their baby”
Max swallowed, and fluttered her eyelashes. When she looked up, tears had sprung to her eyes. Jean was right, of course, she realized. She should’ve been here on that fateful night, instead of trying to take advantage of the situation to chase after Mike. Ryan’s words echoed in her head. Deb and Mike are too tight. No one’s going to come between them. Got it. Lesson learned, Max thought, guilt picking everywhere inside her.
“I want to help” she eventually managed to let out. “Tell me what I can do, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything”
“You can leave your house key here, and then go” Jean ordered, trembling so much she had to hold on to the banister. “You’ve done enough already”