truth that day—that she didn’t feel well, hadn’t felt well for a while. Maybe she should have told her coach the truth when he looked at her, frowned and said, “You okay, Monroe? You look kind of green around the edges.”
“I’m fine,” she’d answered. She wasn’t. She’d felt rotten, but so what? If you wanted to win, you had to tough it out. She’d skied with aches and pains before. Everyone on the team did. She’d suspected she was coming down with the flu, like a couple of the men already had. She had all the symptoms. If she’d said, “You’re right, coach, I feel awful,” what then? He’d have sidelined her, and with the start of the Olympics just days away, she’d needed all the practice she could get....
So she’d lied. And she’d skied. And now, for the rest of her life, that quick, selfish decision would haunt her each morning when she limped from the bed to the bathroom. When she saw a snow-covered mountain and knew she couldn’t ski it. She’d remember not just who she’d once been but what she’d once been. What she’d had, and could never have again.
“Wendy? Sweetie?”
Her mother’s eyes were dark with worry. Wendy fought back the desire to fling herself into Gina’s arms and pour out her heart. What would that accomplish? Then the pain would be her mother’s, as well as hers, and she loved Gina too much to do that.
No. This was her problem. Hers alone. She would deal with it.
“Wendy?” Gina moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I just want you to know that—that I don’t agree with what you want to do.” She held out her hands and Wendy took them. “But I’ll stand by you, every inch of the way.”
Wendy smiled. “I love you, Mom,” she said softly.
“I know. And I love you, too.” Gina gave her daughter a quick hug. Then she stepped back and smiled, even though her eyes were suspiciously damp. “Well,” she said briskly, “that’s that, my bristly, stubborn daughter. I have the feeling that doctor’s in for a big surprise.”
“Me, too,” Wendy said, and her smile broadened.
“Did Daddy say when he’d set up a meeting for you with this Dr. Pommier?”
“He doesn’t know, exactly. He’ll have to wait for the right moment.”
“Well, until that moment comes, I’m going to make the most of having you here.” Gina brushed a curl from Wendy’s brow. “What would you like to do today? How about driving down to Lee? Did you know they built a mall there?”
“A mall?” Wendy said, grasping eagerly at the lifeline her mother had tossed. “A real mall? With real department stores?”
“Better than that. Discount stores.” Gina rolled her eyes. “Veddy, veddy upscale, my deah. Wait until you see. Tell you what. I’ll clean up here while you get dressed.”
“I’ll help you.”
“I thought we’d settled all that. You’re my baby, you’re home and I’m going to do my very best to spoil you rotten.”
“Sentenced to spoiling,” Wendy said, and grinned. “Okay. It’s a deal.”
Gina watched her daughter start from the room. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought, and took a deep breath.
“Wendy?”
Wendy turned and looked at her. “Yes?”
“I know you told me that you didn’t want anyone to know you were going to be here, but...are you going to see Seth while you’re home?”
Wendy’s face paled. “Did you tell him I was coming back? Oh, Mother! I specifically asked you—”
“I didn’t tell him anything.”
“You just said—”
“All I said was, are you going to see him while you’re here?”
“No,” Wendy said sharply. “Why would I?”
“Well, I just thought...” Gina hesitated. “As a courtesy, I thought you might at least call him. He still asks about you, you know.”
Wendy dug her hands into the pockets of her robe. Her fingers closed around a loose thread and she worried it between her thumb and forefinger. “Does he?”
“He used to call to see how you were. Even
“I’m fine,” she’d answered. She wasn’t. She’d felt rotten, but so what? If you wanted to win, you had to tough it out. She’d skied with aches and pains before. Everyone on the team did. She’d suspected she was coming down with the flu, like a couple of the men already had. She had all the symptoms. If she’d said, “You’re right, coach, I feel awful,” what then? He’d have sidelined her, and with the start of the Olympics just days away, she’d needed all the practice she could get....
So she’d lied. And she’d skied. And now, for the rest of her life, that quick, selfish decision would haunt her each morning when she limped from the bed to the bathroom. When she saw a snow-covered mountain and knew she couldn’t ski it. She’d remember not just who she’d once been but what she’d once been. What she’d had, and could never have again.
“Wendy? Sweetie?”
Her mother’s eyes were dark with worry. Wendy fought back the desire to fling herself into Gina’s arms and pour out her heart. What would that accomplish? Then the pain would be her mother’s, as well as hers, and she loved Gina too much to do that.
No. This was her problem. Hers alone. She would deal with it.
“Wendy?” Gina moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I just want you to know that—that I don’t agree with what you want to do.” She held out her hands and Wendy took them. “But I’ll stand by you, every inch of the way.”
Wendy smiled. “I love you, Mom,” she said softly.
“I know. And I love you, too.” Gina gave her daughter a quick hug. Then she stepped back and smiled, even though her eyes were suspiciously damp. “Well,” she said briskly, “that’s that, my bristly, stubborn daughter. I have the feeling that doctor’s in for a big surprise.”
“Me, too,” Wendy said, and her smile broadened.
“Did Daddy say when he’d set up a meeting for you with this Dr. Pommier?”
“He doesn’t know, exactly. He’ll have to wait for the right moment.”
“Well, until that moment comes, I’m going to make the most of having you here.” Gina brushed a curl from Wendy’s brow. “What would you like to do today? How about driving down to Lee? Did you know they built a mall there?”
“A mall?” Wendy said, grasping eagerly at the lifeline her mother had tossed. “A real mall? With real department stores?”
“Better than that. Discount stores.” Gina rolled her eyes. “Veddy, veddy upscale, my deah. Wait until you see. Tell you what. I’ll clean up here while you get dressed.”
“I’ll help you.”
“I thought we’d settled all that. You’re my baby, you’re home and I’m going to do my very best to spoil you rotten.”
“Sentenced to spoiling,” Wendy said, and grinned. “Okay. It’s a deal.”
Gina watched her daughter start from the room. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought, and took a deep breath.
“Wendy?”
Wendy turned and looked at her. “Yes?”
“I know you told me that you didn’t want anyone to know you were going to be here, but...are you going to see Seth while you’re home?”
Wendy’s face paled. “Did you tell him I was coming back? Oh, Mother! I specifically asked you—”
“I didn’t tell him anything.”
“You just said—”
“All I said was, are you going to see him while you’re here?”
“No,” Wendy said sharply. “Why would I?”
“Well, I just thought...” Gina hesitated. “As a courtesy, I thought you might at least call him. He still asks about you, you know.”
Wendy dug her hands into the pockets of her robe. Her fingers closed around a loose thread and she worried it between her thumb and forefinger. “Does he?”
“He used to call to see how you were. Even
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