Unforgettable

Lexi opened the fridge, took out a carrot and crunched. “Is it okay if we pick up Courtney?”

“You bet. Tell her to bring that bong-bong CD.”

Carrie turned from the sink, hands dripping. “Bong-bong?”

Lexi’s shoulders hunched into giggle. “That’s what Grannie Frannie calls hip-hop.”

“Ah.”

“Go change clothes and get your gear.” Mother’s hands made a shooing motion. “I’m raring to go.”

“You’re the best granny ever.” After a final, quick hug, Lexi started out of the kitchen, half-eaten carrot in hand. “Wait’ll you see my new batting gloves, Grannie Frannie. They’re so cool. Hot pink and purple. Courtney has the same ones.”

Carrie waited until Lexi was out of hearing range. “I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”

Mother, still smiling in Lexi’s direction, slowly turned to face Carrie. “Why not?”

Carrie clutched the wet towel in her hands like a life preserver. “Did the doctor say you could continue to drive?”

“Of course. He said I’d know when to stop.”

That wasn’t too reassuring. “What if you have another lapse?”

Mother’s smile dwindled away. “Carrie, I’ve driven all over the county since the diagnosis. No problems at all. Besides, Lexi will be with me.”

That’s what worried her. She bit her bottom lip in an effort to keep her mouth shut.

But Mother knew her too well. “I’d never do anything to endanger our girl.”

“Not intentionally.”

“All right, I hear that tone of voice. You don’t want her to ride with me, do you?”

Feeling small, Carrie nodded. “I’m sorry, Mother. I’d rather she didn’t.”

She should have expected the hurt on her mother’s face, but the look of betrayal hit her hard.

Frannie’s mouth sagged, then tightened with decision. “I’ll go talk to her.”

As she watched her mother leave the kitchen with less than the usual zip in her step, Carrie felt like the worst daughter on earth. But what else could she do? She had to protect her only child.

CHAPTER FOUR

“Lord, I’m worried about Carrie.”

Fran knelt beside her bed. Her tomcat, Tux, lay curled on the pillow above her head, listening with sleepy-eyed disinterest. She’d been here more than usual lately and God always met her, His sweet spirit pouring strength and love into her often frightened being.

For the last thirty minutes, she’d prayed for Ken. He hadn’t called, hadn’t come by. So she prayed not to be hurt or angry, prayed for understanding. Understanding had finally come when the Lord brought to mind Emily Markovich and her ravaging cancer. For three years Ken had helplessly watched disease eat away at his wife. No man deserved to go through that twice. Though sad to lose his love and friendship, Fran accepted that he simply could not face such an uncertain future.

Now she’d turned her thoughts to her family, particularly Carrie.

“She’s having such a hard time with this little problem of mine. Lord, my fondest wish has always been to see her full of Your joy and living in Your extravagant love and grace. But she’s unhappy, angry even, and I fear she’s angry with You. Forgive her, Jesus, and help her. Somehow I’ve failed her. Failed to be the example I should have been. Failed to show her that Your grace is everywhere if she’ll only look. Forgive me, Lord Jesus, forgive me, and teach me how to help her before it’s too late, before my mind is gone and I’m no good to anyone.”

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