Part 23 (1/2)
”If Kendra thinks that this little evening out will bribe me out of the way I feel, she's dead wrong.”
”She knows that.” He reached out and took her hand. ”I think this may be her way of extending an olive branch. Why don't you just take the gift that's been offered and see what might happen next?”
Susan looked down at their linked hands, then smiled toward Julie. ”I guess we better hurry and get ready.”
Chapter 37.
Susan followed the boisterous teenagers outside to the car. The girls were wearing their favorite outfits. Brian was wearing a T-s.h.i.+rt with a picture of Albert Einstein across the front. Julie wore her usual bermuda shorts and polo s.h.i.+rt. Susan had stared into her closet for what seemed to be a half hour of agonizing over how she wanted to look before choosing a floral sundress she hoped would be flattering.
Gary opened the front and back pa.s.senger-side doors. ”Wow, you all make the transition to the modern world in a nice way.”
”Why, thank you.” Whitney practically danced her way into the backseat. Angie followed with a bit less fervor, but was still obviously happy about getting out. Brian climbed in with his usual deadpan demeanor, leaving Susan to wonder if he really cared one way or the other.
Susan started to climb in beside him, but Julie put out her hand to stop her. ”I'll sit with Brian.” She effectively pulled Susan out of the way and climbed in, leaving Susan with no choice but to sit up front.
”Looks like I'm the pilot and you're the navigator.” Gary closed the door on the backseat and held out a hand to help Susan climb up into the pa.s.senger's seat.
”Too bad for us, then, because I don't know anything about navigating this part of the country.”
Gary kept his hand on the door and leaned against it. ”Well, we might just have ourselves a problem, then.” He leaned a little closer and spoke quietly enough that he wouldn't be heard. ”If I'm going to get lost, I'm glad to be in such lovely company.”
Susan felt her face heat. She managed to say something to the effect of ”We'll just see if you say that when we end up in Kansas.”
Gary laughed outright as he closed the door. He climbed into the driver's seat and used his best announcer voice. ”Attention, pa.s.sengers. I need to go over the rules for the evening.” The car grew dead quiet, although Susan was pretty certain she heard Whitney groan. ”The rules are as follows”-he turned his head to face the pa.s.sengers in the back-”there are no rules.”
”Woo-hoo!” Whitney led the hoots and hollers from the backseat.
Gary turned the key in the ignition. ”And off we go, into the wild unknown.”
Several hours later, Gary, Susan, and Julie stood at the entrance to Sue Ellen's Grill, looking for any sign of the kids. They had, immediately upon arrival, disappeared into the center of the mall, with little more than a ”see you later.” Reservations were at 6:30 P.M. It was now 6:25.
”Do you think they'll show up?” Gary leaned against the wall, arms crossed, an amused look on his face.
”If it were just the girls, I'd say we might never see them again, but they've got Brian with them. In spite of the fact that the kid's a beanpole, I've never known him to miss a meal. They'll be here.” Julie nodded toward the mall's center. ”It feels really strange, doesn't it? All the lights, the people”- she gestured at Susan-”our own clothes.”
”Yes, amazingly so.” Susan looked out toward the activity. There was a young mother pus.h.i.+ng a couple of children in a stroller. She was tall and thin with hair and makeup meant to kill. Her shorts were just that. Short. And the tank top she wore left nothing to the imagination, including the color of her bra. Susan realized that two months ago, she would have seen this woman and never thought much about it. Now, after the weeks away and modest dress, it was much more blatant.
”Susan, have you noticed today, while we've been out among the people, that this feels, I don't know . . . almost shocking.”
Susan nodded. ”I was just thinking the same thing.”
”It's amazing what you can get used to, isn't it?” Gary said. ”I've seen it more times than I care to recall. And it doesn't take long until it's not shocking anymore. Just becomes the new normal.”
”Too true, too true.” Susan looked back toward the woman, who had disappeared into a store. While she was looking, though, she saw the top of a blond wavy head of hair. ”Here come the kids.”
All three came scampering up full of smiles, but Brian never stopped. He just headed right past them all and into the restaurant, claiming that he could eat a horse and possibly a pig and a goat, as well.
Everyone else followed. As they waited to be seated, Whitney suddenly squealed. ”Look, everyone, that's us!” She pointed to the television over the bar.
Sure enough, they were showing previews of the Lisa Lee show. As a group, they all moved closer so they could hear better.
The background announcer was saying, ”Mother and daughter have a life-changing encounter.” It showed a fairly dark scene of Susan and Angie sitting at the kitchen table, but there was no audio.
”They filmed that? Are you kidding me?” Angie's hand was over her mouth, her head shaking from side to side.
Then the screen cut to a clip of Susan, wild hair, still in her pajamas, standing outside the house. ”What's legal is legal, and I can't argue that. But what's right is right, and I will fight for that. Last night was a breakthrough moment in my family. To have it broadcast would be more than embarra.s.sing for my daughter. While I acknowledge you fully have the right to do it, I want you to understand that, contract or not, we will walk off this show. I'm prepared to pack my bags right now and leave.”
”You know that we can sue you for this.” Kendra's smirk looked every bit as ominous on the big screen as it did in real life.
”And I expect you will. But I would rather be bankrupt than to live in a home with a daughter who knows that her mother didn't stand up at a time like this. I will do the right thing by her no matter what it costs me, and there is no negotiating that. Period.”
Then the announcer's voice was back. ”Tune in Friday, to see if all is still well with our Almost Amish family, or if they have really flown the coop.”
The group all stood huddled together in silence until the sounds of Angie's quiet sobs broke through. Susan put her arm around her daughter. ”I'm so sorry, sweetie. I was just so upset that night, it never really even occurred to me about the hidden cameras.”
”Why didn't you tell me?”
”I wanted to wait until it was all settled, one way or the other, before I said anything.”
Angie buried her face on Susan's shoulder, slowly shaking her head. She finally pulled back and looked at Susan. ”You really did that for me? Told them you would leave? Won't it ruin your career?”
”You're more important to me than any hope of a career.”
”So . . . are we leaving, then?”
When would Whitney ever learn some tact? Susan didn't bother to look over at her, but she kept focused on Angie. ”Are we leaving, Mom?”
Susan shrugged. ”I think so. We're supposed to talk tomorrow morning before making any sort of final decision, but judging from that snippet, I'm gathering Kendra hasn't backed down, and I'm certainly not going to.”
”Oh, Mom, I love you so much.” Angie squeezed her tighter than she ever had. In this one moment, Susan came to believe that it had all been worth it.
Julie put her arm around Susan, whose arm was already around Angie. Whitney put her arm around Angie on the other side and then Brian, and soon they were all locked up in a group hug. She couldn't help but smile when Gary joined in between her and Brian. It was one of those rare precious moments that a mother would want to remember for the rest of her life.
”Your table is ready.” The hostess motioned for the group to follow her as she led them through the restaurant to the far back room. She looked at Gary. ”I thought you might enjoy a table back here where it's a little quieter.”
”We appreciate that. Thank you.” He quickly turned his attention to pulling out chairs for Julie and Susan.
”You're more than welcome, Mr. Macko.”
Something about the way she said his name caught Julie's attention.
As everyone took a seat, she watched as their hostess handed out menus. Although she spoke to everyone as she did so, Julie's gut told her the hostess's attention was focused only on Gary. She wondered if they somehow knew each other. ”The specials are listed on the outside of the menu. Mary Jane will be your waitress, but in the meantime, my name is Alice. Please feel free to let me know if you need anything.” She smiled especially big toward Gary, then walked from the room.
Whitney said, ”It was nice of that lady to give us the back room. She must have seen that we needed to talk.”
”Or else she was afraid that if she didn't get us out of there soon, we might break into rounds of *k.u.mbaya.' ” Angie smiled for the first time in a couple of days.