he could even make it up the stairs on his currently unsteady legs.
“Besides that,” she said, careful to keep her tone light so he wouldn’t take offense at the apparent rejection.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Hell if I know,” he murmured sleepily.
“Well, we’ll figure it out tomorrow,” she assured him. “Why don’t you lie down in the den and restbefore the kids get home? I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”
“Probably should take a shower, sober up,” he muttered. “Don’t want them to know I’ve been drinking.”
“Good idea,” she said, relieved that he was thinking that clearly. “I’ll run up and bring down a change of clothes for you and you can use the shower in the guest suite.” In the doorway, she hesitated, then said, “And let’s not tell them what’s going on just yet, okay? Let’s wait till we have a plan.”
“Sure,” he said, stumbling past her. “You always know the right thing to do, Marcie. Always right.”
At his words, which didn’t sound at all like a compliment, tears stung her eyes, but she had too much pride to let them fall. This was the way things went with Ken. One moment he was sweet as could be and the next he could cut her heart out.
Dani studied Caitlyn’s scared expression. In the five years she’d known her, she’d never once seen Caitlyn scared, not even when they’d ridden this totally awesome, terrifying roller coaster on a trip to Disney World. Because there was a two-year age difference, Caitlyn tried hard to act as grown-up as Dani. Sometimes Dani even forgot she was only ten. At other times, Dani felt that two-year age difference was as vast as the ocean. She felt grown-up at twelve, almost a teenager, and sometimes like now, she felt responsible for the younger girl.
“You okay?” she asked when Caitlyn, who was never silent for more than a minute, hadn’t said a word for way longer than that.
Caitlyn shook her head. “Something’s going on at my house.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Every time I walk into a room my mom and dad get real quiet, like they don’t want me or Evan to know something.”
“You think they’re getting a divorce?” Dani asked, her own voice trembling and barely above a whisper. That was her own biggest fear, that her mom and dad would wake up one day to the fact that they hardly ever saw each other and decide to split for good. She’d never heard them fight, but she knew being apart that much couldn’t be good. Moms and dads were supposed to do stuff together. Even though Mr. Carter worked all the time and could be a real jerk, the Carters still did more things together than her own mom and dad ever did.
Caitlyn’s eyes widened at the question. “No!” she shouted, then promptly burst into tears.
Filled with regret for making the suggestion, Dani moved to her side and draped an arm around her shoulders. “It’s probably not that,” she insisted. “I was just guessing. They probably just had a fight or something.”
Caitlyn shook her head. “I think maybe my dad’s sick.”
Dani frowned. “Why would you think that?”
“Because he’s been home every day this week.”
“Couldn’t he be on vacation?”
“He’s never taken a vacation. He didn’t even take a day off to go to Disney World with us, remember?”
“Still, that doesn’t mean he’s sick.”
“Then what could it be?” Caitlyn asked.
“I don’t know,” Dani admitted. She looked at her friend. “Maybe you should just ask your mom.”
Not that she wanted to ask her mom if she’d ever thought about divorcing her dad. For one thing, her momwould probably tell her it was personal and that she didn’t need to know, which was bogus. A divorce might be between her parents, but it affected her, too. And Josh, though he was oblivious to what was going on right under their noses. Plus he was fourteen, which meant he was oblivious to everything except sports and girls.
Beside her, Caitlyn
“Besides that,” she said, careful to keep her tone light so he wouldn’t take offense at the apparent rejection.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Hell if I know,” he murmured sleepily.
“Well, we’ll figure it out tomorrow,” she assured him. “Why don’t you lie down in the den and restbefore the kids get home? I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”
“Probably should take a shower, sober up,” he muttered. “Don’t want them to know I’ve been drinking.”
“Good idea,” she said, relieved that he was thinking that clearly. “I’ll run up and bring down a change of clothes for you and you can use the shower in the guest suite.” In the doorway, she hesitated, then said, “And let’s not tell them what’s going on just yet, okay? Let’s wait till we have a plan.”
“Sure,” he said, stumbling past her. “You always know the right thing to do, Marcie. Always right.”
At his words, which didn’t sound at all like a compliment, tears stung her eyes, but she had too much pride to let them fall. This was the way things went with Ken. One moment he was sweet as could be and the next he could cut her heart out.
Dani studied Caitlyn’s scared expression. In the five years she’d known her, she’d never once seen Caitlyn scared, not even when they’d ridden this totally awesome, terrifying roller coaster on a trip to Disney World. Because there was a two-year age difference, Caitlyn tried hard to act as grown-up as Dani. Sometimes Dani even forgot she was only ten. At other times, Dani felt that two-year age difference was as vast as the ocean. She felt grown-up at twelve, almost a teenager, and sometimes like now, she felt responsible for the younger girl.
“You okay?” she asked when Caitlyn, who was never silent for more than a minute, hadn’t said a word for way longer than that.
Caitlyn shook her head. “Something’s going on at my house.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Every time I walk into a room my mom and dad get real quiet, like they don’t want me or Evan to know something.”
“You think they’re getting a divorce?” Dani asked, her own voice trembling and barely above a whisper. That was her own biggest fear, that her mom and dad would wake up one day to the fact that they hardly ever saw each other and decide to split for good. She’d never heard them fight, but she knew being apart that much couldn’t be good. Moms and dads were supposed to do stuff together. Even though Mr. Carter worked all the time and could be a real jerk, the Carters still did more things together than her own mom and dad ever did.
Caitlyn’s eyes widened at the question. “No!” she shouted, then promptly burst into tears.
Filled with regret for making the suggestion, Dani moved to her side and draped an arm around her shoulders. “It’s probably not that,” she insisted. “I was just guessing. They probably just had a fight or something.”
Caitlyn shook her head. “I think maybe my dad’s sick.”
Dani frowned. “Why would you think that?”
“Because he’s been home every day this week.”
“Couldn’t he be on vacation?”
“He’s never taken a vacation. He didn’t even take a day off to go to Disney World with us, remember?”
“Still, that doesn’t mean he’s sick.”
“Then what could it be?” Caitlyn asked.
“I don’t know,” Dani admitted. She looked at her friend. “Maybe you should just ask your mom.”
Not that she wanted to ask her mom if she’d ever thought about divorcing her dad. For one thing, her momwould probably tell her it was personal and that she didn’t need to know, which was bogus. A divorce might be between her parents, but it affected her, too. And Josh, though he was oblivious to what was going on right under their noses. Plus he was fourteen, which meant he was oblivious to everything except sports and girls.
Beside her, Caitlyn
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