I sighed loudly, closed my eyes, snuggled into his heat and fell asleep tangled up in Mickey.

Chapter Twenty-One

Stamp Me Approved

“Truth be told!” Mrs. Porter shrieked at the TV.

“Jesus, what is that?” Lawrie asked in my ear as I moved away from the lounge at Dove House with my phone.

“Mrs. Porter. Wheel of Fortune.” I shared. “She got it on only the r.”

“Impressive,” he replied. “But are your ears bleeding?”

I grinned. “Since they got a TV they can actually see, Wheel of Fortune gets extreme. And you don’t want to be anywhere near the lounge during Jeopardy.”

I heard Lawrie chuckling.

My grin turned into a smile as I got into a much quieter hall, leaned against a wall between two residents’ rooms and gave him my attention.

“Why are you calling, big brother?”

“The invitation still stands, I’m coming for Thanksgiving.”

I felt joy.

Then I felt fear.

“Mariel?” I asked.

“Only me.”

I felt more fear. “Not the boys?”

“It’s time they got used not having me around, even on special occasions.”

Oh no.

“Lawrie,” I whispered. “Marriage counselling isn’t working?”

“Our counselor never touches us,” he told me. “Never even looks like she’s going to. Last session, she grabbed Mariel’s hand for no purpose except, my guess, to see if she had a pulse.”

I didn’t laugh. His words were funny but the tone he delivered them in was not amusing.

I pushed away from the wall and wandered further down the hall saying, “I’m so sorry.”

“I wanted to know.”

I stopped and braced because now he was being quiet but fierce.

“Wanted to know what, honey?” I asked softly.

“What went wrong,” he answered instantly. “What I was doing that took her away from me. I wanted to know. I didn’t care what it was. How big. How small. How petty. If she’d mentioned some bracelet she had to have that I didn’t notice she’d asked for and I didn’t get her. If she was hurt I stopped telling her she was beautiful. I wanted to know so I could change it. I wanted to know what took away the girl I fell in love with so I could get her back. The girl who made me laugh. The girl who’d ruin a complicated soufflé and toss it in the trash without giving that first shit and pull out Chips Ahoy and slather them in Cool Whip for dessert. Rather than that being something that heralded an ice storm the boys and me would have to endure for a week. The girl who wanted nothing more than to stay in bed naked all day with me. I wanted to know how she became our mother. I wanted to know why she surpassed that until we had nothing.”

I closed my eyes and leaned a shoulder against the wall at hearing my brother’s pain.