cried. "I just got the news. We're pregnant!" The joy in her youngest daughter's voice was as pure and sweet as anything Grace had ever known.
"Pregnant? You're sure?" Grace felt her tears start again, but these were tears of an altogether different kind. After ten years of marriage, Kelly and Paul were desperate for a child. They'd undergone countless tests and procedures, and Grace had about given up hope that her daughter would ever conceive. She longed for grandchildren and it hadn't seemed likely. Not with Kelly's fertility problems and Maryellen divorced. This was incredible news. Fabulous news.
Dan walked into the kitchen. "It's Kelly," she said excitedly, putting her hand over the receiver. "She's pregnant."
Her husband's eyes lit up and he smiled. It was the first real smile she'd seen from him in months. "Damn, that's great."
"Oh, sweetheart, your father and I are thrilled."
"Let me talk to Daddy."
Grace handed him the receiver. Kelly had always been especially close to her father, and they chatted for several minutes.
Dan replaced the receiver and went over to the stove where she'd put the hamburger on to fry for their meal. He slid his arms around her waist from behind and hugged her.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I know. I love you, too."
"Everything's going to be all right."
"I know." And it would. Grace had faith. Hope. And now she had a reason to continue, a reason to look to the future. Her marriage wasn't everything she wanted, but maybe it was enough. She'd make it enough. She'd shared thirty-five years with Dan. There had been good times and some not so good.
A grandchild gave her hope for the future.
Chapter Four
"I'll drive this evening," Olivia told her mother. The previous time she'd gotten into a car with Charlotte driving, Olivia had sworn it would be the last. Her mother out on the roads was a frightening thing to contemplate. She suspected Charlotte was the type of driver who never had an accident, but caused them.
"Well, it's my turn, although I have to admit I don't like driving at night."
Olivia removed her black robe and hung it in the small closet inside her chambers. Court was over for the week and her hot Friday-night date was with her mother. In fact, she ate more meals out with Charlotte than anyone. "I don't mind driving," Olivia told her.
"All right, if you insist."
Olivia did insist. The previous driving adventure with her mother had ended up being a narrow escape. Apparently Charlotte had lost the ability to turn her neck in order to look behind her. She adjusted the rearview mirrors left and right and honked before barreling willy-nilly out of her parking space. She'd also confessed that her eyes weren't what they used to be. It was a quandary. Olivia didn't want to limit her mother's independence, but she couldn't help worrying.
"It'll be a girls' night out," Charlotte said, sounding excited at the prospect. "But I have to be home by eleven. Harry worries if I'm not there."
Her mother doted on her cat. "Not a problem. The play starts at eight, so it should be over long before eleven."
"Shall we have dinner first?" Charlotte suggested.
"Sure, why not?" Olivia was in the mood to live it up. Her best friend was about to become a grandmother. Her seventy-two-year-old mother had a beau of sorts. Charlotte talked incessantly about her friend Tom at the convalescent center. The only person without something significant happening in her life seemed to be Olivia. She was ready for a change, ready for a risk. She'd hoped to hear from Jack Griffin, but he hadn't phoned nor had he shown up in court again. He obviously wasn't interested. Well, she could deal with that.
They arrived at the Playhouse shortly after seven-thirty. Plays were staged upstairs at the Community Theater, located on Harbor Street, which was the main road through the center of what was commonly referred to as downtown. The old theater still ran movies, but generally second-run features that had appeared earlier at the six-plex on the hill. The Playhouse was above the movie theater in small but cozy quarters. Every time Olivia attended a local production, she was astonished at the talent in a town as small as Cedar Cove.
Without assigned seating, Charlotte chose the very front row. No sooner had they settled in than Jack Griffin approached.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked, looking at the empty space next to Olivia.
"Jack!" She'd blurted his name before she had a chance to restrain her delight.
"Jack