Mama was in a downward spiral. Drinking. Pills. Most days she did make it to work, but Sundays were awful, and I was constantly afraid that she’d get fired. I didn’t know how I could support us both on what I made,” Jolene answered.
“Ever feel sorry for yourself?” Dotty asked.
“Sure I did, and I felt guilty because I couldn’t keep her in things like Daddy did, and . . .” She clamped a hand over her mouth. “Whose side are you on?” she mumbled.
“Your side, of course. We’re always on your side, but that don’t mean that we can’t help you see things better,” Dotty said. “The heart doesn’t know age, race, creed, or colors. It just knows happiness or pain. And when your partner is in pain, then you have the responsibility to help. Now, that said, I think a little tough love is good.”
Lucy patted her hand and lowered her voice. “But that doesn’t mean you should put up with him getting so drunk that he passes out on the floor.”
“So since I didn’t pamper him—” Jolene started.
“You did the right thing for sure,” Flossie butted in.
“I swore when Mama died I’d never put up with that kind of thing again,” Jolene said.
“So what are you going to do now?” Dotty asked.
One shoulder popped up in a shrug. “He’s my partner. That can’t change. He’s a damn fine carpenter and a hard worker. I appreciate that. But . . .” She paused.
“And are you willing to make a few adjustments? Friendship is give and take,” Lucy said.
Jolene cocked her head to one side and narrowed her eyes. “What do I need to change?”
“If he wants a beer or a shot, don’t give him the old evil eye,” Lucy said. “Practice tolerance and patience.”
“But don’t enable or put up with jack crap,” Dotty said. “Did y’all hear that Alison Drummond finally left that cheatin’, beatin’ husband of hers? He’s done blacked her eye for the last time.”
While they dissected poor Alison’s story, Jolene thought about the way she’d handled things since Sunday. She wouldn’t change a danged thing about that, but then, Tucker hadn’t had a beer after supper on Monday or Tuesday nights. Would she have given him the evil eye, as Lucy said, if he had?
She slowly shook her head. It wasn’t the fact that he drank a little that bothered her. It was when he went past that into the drunken stage that left him passed out on the floor. And they really should have a serious talk about that, even just as financial partners.
Flossie patted her on the shoulder. “Honey, are you okay?”
“Of course,” Jolene answered.
“I asked you if it wasn’t time to make out those hot rolls for lunch.” Dotty grinned. “And I bet you were thinking about this whole thing with Tucker, weren’t you? Y’all will be all right. You just got to get over this hurdle.”
Jolene slid her chair back and went to the cabinet. “You really think so?”
“Oh, yes,” they all chimed in at once.
She uncovered the bread dough, shook a little flour in the bowl, and kneaded the dough a few times. “Why do you think that?”
“Because of the way he looks at you. He’s just got to get past his problem, and you’ll help him with that.” Lucy got out a pan and greased it with butter.
Jolene pinched off a dozen rolls and placed them in the pan.
The sound of Tucker coming down the stairs shushed them all. The ladies found something to do while Jolene slid the rolls into the oven with the pot roast. She checked his expression when he walked into the room. He was smiling brightly—as if nothing at all had happened in the past few days.
“Well, hello. What a nice surprise. Is that chocolate cake? Now I’m really glad y’all are here. Can you stay and eat lunch with us?” He shifted his gaze toward Jolene. “I got to a stopping point. I’ll wash up and set the table.”
“We’ve got it,” Jolene said. “But you could put that sheet up over the hole. Sassy pulled it down this morning, and a lot of cold air is coming through there.”
“Sure thing.” He smiled.
Chapter Twenty
Tucker awoke Sunday morning with a clear head and Sassy in her spot on the pillow beside him. The world felt right again for the first time in many months. He crawled out of bed, and the sunlight coming through the window didn’t blind him. He’d worked on the third bedroom until