Boston, Mass
August 2005
"Where the hell is she? She's late!" Chris was pacing the floor nervously, arms folded across his chest, worry written all over his face.
"Relax, Chris. She'll be here," Susan told her brother reassuringly, stopping his pacing to adjust the tie at his neck. He never had mastered the mechanics of formal wear. Computers were a piece of cake, but hand him a dress shirt and tie and he was all thumbs. "She knows how much this means to you."
"Yeah." He frowned uncertainly. Did she? She'd blown off dinner with the family once before, and he was starting to wonder if she took their relationship as seriously as he did. Time to change the subject. "Where's Ma?"
"She's upstairs getting dressed."
He glanced at his watch. "We're gonna be late."
"No, we're not. Would you relax?" She turned his collar down as she finished knotting his tie. "You wanna go check on Ma while I get Chrissy ready to go? Unless you wanna do that."
He winced at the possibility of having to change his niece's dirty diaper. "I'll check on Ma."
"Coward," she teased, grinning.
"Only when it comes to babies."
"Uh huh." She brushed a kiss against his cheek, her smile fading. "Don't rush her, okay? We've got plenty of time."
"She okay?" he asked with undisguised concern in his voice.
She shrugged. "You know Ma. She has good days and bad."
"Yeah." He started toward the stairs, wondering which today was. It seemed he was about to find out.
August 2005
"Where the hell is she? She's late!" Chris was pacing the floor nervously, arms folded across his chest, worry written all over his face.
"Relax, Chris. She'll be here," Susan told her brother reassuringly, stopping his pacing to adjust the tie at his neck. He never had mastered the mechanics of formal wear. Computers were a piece of cake, but hand him a dress shirt and tie and he was all thumbs. "She knows how much this means to you."
"Yeah." He frowned uncertainly. Did she? She'd blown off dinner with the family once before, and he was starting to wonder if she took their relationship as seriously as he did. Time to change the subject. "Where's Ma?"
"She's upstairs getting dressed."
He glanced at his watch. "We're gonna be late."
"No, we're not. Would you relax?" She turned his collar down as she finished knotting his tie. "You wanna go check on Ma while I get Chrissy ready to go? Unless you wanna do that."
He winced at the possibility of having to change his niece's dirty diaper. "I'll check on Ma."
"Coward," she teased, grinning.
"Only when it comes to babies."
"Uh huh." She brushed a kiss against his cheek, her smile fading. "Don't rush her, okay? We've got plenty of time."
"She okay?" he asked with undisguised concern in his voice.
She shrugged. "You know Ma. She has good days and bad."
"Yeah." He started toward the stairs, wondering which today was. It seemed he was about to find out.