Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
But I could easily see her ordering Melisande to bring a bottle of champagne and some cheese and crackers, and entertaining for an hour or two.
Her eyes were locked on her son.
And she failed with her opener.
Dipping her head to the glass in his hand, she drawled, “Please tell me your marital affairs haven’t led you to a drinking problem.”
Not, “I cannot begin to explain how much I missed you.”
Not, “It does my heart good to see you.”
Not, “My handsome son.”
Not even, “Hello.”
I moved closer to his side.
“Heya, Granny,” Sabre greeted with mock exuberance, and I was so jolted by his tone, I almost missed Colette’s reaction to being called Granny.
She was Grandma or, as preferred (but none of my children really used it), Grandmama.
Never Granny.
She looked mad enough to bite.
No.
This woman was going for the drama and the sympathy.
She might be dying, but she wasn’t dead yet.
I dipped my chin to hide my smile at her reaction to my son’s words as Sabre kept talking.
“You’re, you know, not well, and I looked up stuff about your condition and learned your immune system is probably messed up. Since we just got off an airplane, which are full of germs, we shouldn’t get too close.” He let that sink in before he finished, “Don’t take it wrong that none of us are gonna give you hugs, you know, like the entire time we’re here.”
I heard my daughter make the noise I swallowed down earlier as I looked up at Remy.
His lips were twitching.
Seeing that I could think only one thing.
God, I loved my son.
“We’ll take showers and everything,” Sabre started talking again. “But unless we were here for a week or whatever, so we could make sure we didn’t catch anything, and we’re not gonna be here that long, we should probably keep our distance.” He paused then said, “But you look real good.”
Colette recovered quickly and replied, “Sabre, my love, you cannot know how much it means to me you cared enough to research my…condition and move to look after me.”
“Well, you know, we heard word and we’re all super worried about you,” he replied.
“Yeah, Grandma, we’re all worried,” Manon chimed in.
Her gaze skimmed through Manon to light on Yves.
“Let me look at you, Yves,” she called.
Yves moved up to my side.
She gazed at him lovingly, which wasn’t surprising. He’d always been her favorite.
I took a sip of my wine in order not to gag.
“The vision of your father at your age,” she remarked.
“Yeah,” he grunted, and I turned my attention to him.
It was easy to forget, with how mellow my youngest was, that he could get upset or angry.
He was the latter now.
Even with Sabre’s antics, he was not over the “marital affairs” comment.
Or his grandmother breaking his father’s arm when he was a child.
“This means you’re sure to find a lovely woman…” the pause was significant before she said, “like your mother.”
“That’ll be hard, seeing as I’m gay,” Yves replied.
I went still.
I heard my daughter moan, such was the effort it took this time for her not to burst out laughing.
Sabre muttered an amused, “Jesus, bro.”
Guillaume rounded to the back of the couch close to Colette’s head, his eyes glued to his grandson.
Colette had gone white as a ghost.
“But don’t worry, Grandmama, I’ve already found a super fit, awesome guy,” Yves went on.
“Yves,” I whispered.
“What?” he asked me.
I didn’t have a response.
“I…well…you know…” Colette flitted a hand in front of her. “Boys do tend to experiment.”
“I’m not experimenting,” Yves said. “I’m like…really gay.”
“Yves, I think you better let your grandparents have a minute with that,” I suggested.
“Sure,” he agreed amiably.
“Do you know about this, Remy?” Colette asked her son.
“Hello, Mom. Sabre’s right, you do look well. I’m glad of it,” Remy replied. “And yes, I know about Yves.”
“And you’re fine with it?” she demanded.
“About as fine as I am with him continuing to breathe, which I’m sure you can guess is a lot, though I’m sensing you don’t realize it’s one and the same thing,” Remy said blandly.
Colette opened her mouth, but Guillaume rounded the couch, saying, “Melisande has prepared a lovely supper for you. I know your grandmother is tired and I’ll need to see her upstairs and make certain she’s comfortable, so sadly, I won’t be joining you. But I’ll let her know you’re ready to be served. If you’d like to say goodnight to your grandmother and move into the dining room?”
“Cool, thanks, Pépé, we’ll go there. See you tomorrow, Grandma,” Sabre said, took his sister’s hand, gave his brother a look, and with my other two mumbling their goodnights, they took off.
“Colette,” Guillaume prompted in a tone that didn’t say, take my hand so I can escort you upstairs.
It said, we talked about this.
She looked stubborn then lifted her chin, which only made her look more stubborn.