A Turn in the Road (5 page)

“It's more than the fact that you're going to Europe, Vance. You've been planning this for a long time. Didn't you even
think
to mention it to me?” By his own admission, this trip had been in the works for months.

He did look slightly guilty. “I wanted to tell you, but Matt said it would just cause problems. I can see he was right.”

Annie stood and threw her napkin on the table. “Have a great time, and when you get back, don't bother to call. We're done.”

“Annie,” he cried, “you don't mean that!”

“Wanna bet?” They had the attention of half the restaurant. The entire room seemed to go quiet. Not wanting to be the subject of anyone's dinner conversation, Annie ran toward the elevator. A line had formed, waiting to be taken down to street level.

Vance hurried after her. “I was afraid you were going to be upset. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but Matt said—”

“I already know what Matt said.” Annie crossed her arms and stared fixedly at the elevator door, willing it to open. Pressing her lips together, she did her best to ignore him. There was nothing Vance had to say that she wanted to hear.

“Come on, Annie. I hate leaving when you're upset with me.”

She turned her back and looked in the opposite direction.

“Annie, please.”

What was taking the elevator so long? All she could think about was escaping Vance as quickly as possible.

“Okay, fine, be mad.”

She didn't need any encouragement from him.

“Give me the silent treatment. See if I care.”

She pretended not to hear.

“All I want to know is if this means you won't be driving us to the airport.”

She whirled around, shocked that he could even ask.

“Well?” He spoke with an air of defiance.

She shook her head. “No, Vance, I won't be driving you to the airport, but have a nice trip. In fact, have the time of your life because that's certainly what I intend to do.”

The elevator arrived and, after it emptied, the line moved forward. Annie stepped inside and, just before the doors closed, she
took one last look at Vance, standing in front of her, still holding the black linen napkin in his hand. She gave him a short, sarcastic wave.

“Ta-ta,” she said as the door glided shut.

T
he phone rang, waking Bethanne from a sound sleep. No one called in the middle of the night unless it was an emergency. Caller ID indicated her daughter's name. With nervous, uncooperative fingers Bethanne answered. “Hello?”

“Mom!” Annie wailed.

Shifting into a sitting position, Bethanne rubbed her eyes. “Annie, what's wrong?”

Annie tried to speak but Bethanne couldn't understand a word she said. And what she did grasp made no sense. “Vance is going away?” Bethanne asked.

“To Europe with Jessie.”

This came out in a screech, which led Bethanne to believe Jessie was most likely a girl. So tonight's dinner at the Space Needle wasn't the marriage proposal Annie had so eagerly anticipated. While Bethanne was grateful, she hurt for her daughter.

“Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.”

“I… He actually wanted me to drive them to the airport. Can you believe that?” The anger was coming through loud and clear.

“He said he couldn't ask me to go to Europe with him because I had another year of school and…and responsibilities.”

“Everyone has responsibilities,” Bethanne said, stifling a yawn.

“I… Mom?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“This is what it was like when Daddy told you about…the
lovely
Tiffany, isn't it? You didn't know, you didn't even suspect. You were completely oblivious to what was going on right in front of you. Well, so was I.” She sniffed loudly. “I feel so stupid.”

“Oh, Annie.”

“How could Vance be so insensitive?”

Bethanne remembered the shocked, numb sensation that had come over her when Grant left. Unlike her, Annie didn't have a twenty-year marriage; still, she'd just been given a small taste of what Bethanne had experienced.

“Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can I go to Florida with you and Grandma Hamlin?”

“Uh…”

“I can't bear to stay here alone.”

Bethanne resisted the urge to remind her that Grant and her brother would be in town. And she had lots of friends. Annie was far from being alone. On the other hand, having her accompany them wasn't a bad idea. “I'm sure your grandmother will be fine with it, and I'd love to have you.”

“Thanks, Mom,” she said, still sniffling.

“Do you want to come home and sleep in your old room?” Bethanne asked, thinking that what Annie really needed was to feel loved and protected.

“No…I'll be okay now.”

“If I could, I'd give you a big hug.”

“I know. You're the best mom in the world.”

Bethanne smiled sleepily.

“Thanks, Mom… Would you call Grandma in the morning and ask her?”

“Of course.”

“And I'm telling Dad, too.”

“If that's what you want, go ahead.” Bethanne had no objection to Grant's knowing her plans but she felt no obligation to tell him herself.

They spoke for a few more minutes and then Bethanne replaced the phone. Resting her head on the pillow, she closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep.

This would be a fascinating trip across the country now that both her ex-mother-in-law and her daughter were coming…. Well, interesting at any rate. Bethanne drifted off as she began to make mental lists of the clothes she needed to pack and the people she needed to call.

 

Saturday morning she woke later than usual. Although it was a holiday weekend, she had a hundred things to take care of at work if they were going to head out early Wednesday morning.

After showering and dressing, she set off for the office. She'd wait until after ten to call Ruth regarding Annie.

While she was driving in Seattle traffic, her cell phone rang. The readout on her dashboard showed Ruth's name and number.

Bethanne pushed a button on her steering wheel to answer the phone, and Ruth's voice came through.

“Bethanne, where are you?”

“I'm in my car. What can I do for you, Ruth?”

“Would it be too much trouble to stop by the house this morning sometime…soon? I really hate to bother you.”

“It's no bother. I'll leave now.”

“How long will that take you?”

“Oh, about ten minutes, fifteen at the most. Is everything all right?”

“Yes, I…think so.” Her voice wavered slightly, indicating that everything
wasn't
all right.

“I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” Ruth whispered gratefully.

When Bethanne pulled up to the Hamlin family home, she saw two cars in the driveway. The first belonged to Grant, and the second she guessed was Robin's. Brother and sister were double-teaming their mother. The poor woman needed backup.

Bethanne rang the doorbell, then let herself into the house. “Hello, anyone home?” she called out.

Ruth appeared immediately, and the relief that spread over her features the instant she saw Bethanne was almost comical. The older woman rushed across the room to grab Bethanne's elbow. “Thank goodness you're here,” she whispered.

“Bethanne,” Robin said in the tone she probably used to intimidate witnesses in the courtroom. “Tell me you aren't serious about driving cross-country on some ludicrous scheme of my mother's.”

At one time Robin might have intimidated her, too, but no longer. With a cool smile, Bethanne faced her. “Personally, I don't think attending a fifty-year class reunion is all that ludicrous.”

Grant stood by the fireplace and seemed content to let his sister do the talking.

Robin didn't give up. “You two don't have a clue what you could be getting yourselves into. It isn't safe out there. You're both much too trusting. I simply can't allow my mother—”

“I didn't ask your permission,” Ruth told her daughter stiffly. She raised her chin to signal that she wouldn't be browbeaten, nor would she change her mind. Robin could disapprove all she liked.

“Mother, for once be sensible.”

“Sensible?” Ruth repeated. “I've been nothing
but
sensible. It's my life, and at sixty-eight I should be able to do what I want, when I want. If I choose to drive to Florida, then I will.”

“And I'm accompanying her.” Now might not be the best time to mention that Annie was tagging along, so she held back that information. “You don't have a thing to worry about. We'll be fine.”

Robin looked up at the ceiling as though her patience had
reached its limit. “I can't believe I'm hearing this.” Then, turning to Grant, she added, “A little help from you certainly wouldn't hurt.”

“I figured you were doing well enough without me,” he said, grinning at Bethanne and his mother.

Ruth and Bethanne stood side by side, with their arms linked.

Ruth looked at her children. “Really, there's no reason to worry. I have the route planned out, I joined AAA and I've made hotel reservations. I've rented a car, which I'm dropping off in Florida, and we're flying back. I'm sure I've thought of everything.”

“Do you have a list of your medications?”

Ruth frowned. “I take one blood-pressure pill and that's it—oh, and I have eyedrops. It isn't like I need a permission slip from my physician to travel. You're grasping at straws. Furthermore, you're treating me like a child. I can take care of myself.”

“The roads aren't safe,” Robin insisted, “especially for two women traveling alone.”

Again Ruth frowned. “If someone does kidnap and murder me, as you seem to expect, you can rest assured that I died happy.”

“Oh, honestly, Mother.”

“What about Bethanne?” Grant asked. “If she's kidnapped and murdered, how would you feel then?”

“I've had three karate lessons,” Ruth said facetiously. “I'll defend her.”

Grant burst out laughing. Robin, however, didn't seem to find anything her mother said the least bit amusing.

“Fine.” Robin pointed an accusing finger at Bethanne. “Just know that if anything happens to my mother because you were foolish enough to fall in with this crazy scheme of hers, I'm holding you directly responsible.”

Bethanne tightened her hold on Ruth's arm. “I accept full responsibility for your mother.”

“No, you don't,” Ruth protested. “I'm responsible for myself. Besides, if anything did happen, it would be just like my daughter to file a lawsuit against you.”

“No, she won't,” Grant said, glaring across the room at his sister.

“Don't count on it,” Robin said, glaring right back. She crossed her arms as if waiting for them to capitulate. In that case, Bethanne hoped Robin was a patient woman because she had no intention of backing down. And she was sure Ruth wouldn't, either.

After a tense moment, Robin dropped her arms. “Okay, fine. Risk your life. Grant, if you weren't going to support me in this, you should never have come.”

“Actually, I think I should be the one to drive them,” he said.

“No way.” If Ruth agreed to that, Bethanne was counting herself out right then and there. She wanted to get away, reflect, consider the possibility of a future with Grant. She could only do that if he wasn't trying to influence her. Having him along was out of the question.

Ruth looked from one to the other. “You'd do that, son?”

“I'd need to make arrangements with the office and I might have to change the dates, but if this is important to you, Mom, I'd make it work.”

“Then you won't need me,” Bethanne said, starting to withdraw her arm from Ruth's.

Her mother-in-law held her tight. “Check that computer phone thing you always have with you,” Ruth said. “Tell me when you'd be free for two entire weeks to drive me all the way across the country.”

Grant took out his iPhone and scrolled down the screen. “Like I said, I'd need to make a few phone calls, rearrange some appointments…” he said slowly. “The second and third weeks of August would be manageable.”

“That's too late,” Ruth told him. “The class reunion is June 17 and I'm going to be there.” She looked pointedly at Robin. “It doesn't matter what scare tactics you use. I won't let tales of renegade truckers and biker gangs intimidate me. Bethanne and I are leaving on schedule and nothing you say is going to change that.”

“Now, Mom, you can fly out for the reunion and we can drive back again in August,” Grant suggested. “That way—”

Ruth shook her head. “I heard all those promises from your father. Year after year he said we'd drive across the country, but something always interfered. It did with Richard and it will with you. No, Grant, my mind is made up.”

“And so is mine,” Bethanne added for emphasis.

“Then I say—” Grant turned to his sister with a shrug “—that we let them go.”

“Like either of them could stop us,” Ruth muttered.

Bethanne grinned and, leaning close, whispered, “Annie wants to join us.”

“Annie,” Ruth said aloud. “Why, that's a wonderful idea!”

His daughter's name instantly caught Grant's attention. “What's this about Annie?”

“She phoned last night and asked to come with us.”

Instead of objecting, as she'd half expected, Grant broke into a wide smile. “I agree with Mom. Bringing Annie with you is a good idea.”

This was an interesting development. Bethanne had assumed that once he learned Annie intended to accompany them, it would be all the excuse he needed to demand they fly.

Robin stared at her brother as though he'd taken leave of his senses. “I give up,” she said, grabbing her briefcase and her purse. “I can see I'm fighting a losing battle. I have a meeting, so I won't waste any more time here.” She stalked toward the door.

“Robin,” Bethanne said, halting her progress.

“Yes?” she snapped, whirling around.

“You might want to wish your mother and me a good trip.”

But Robin just rolled her eyes and left the house, slamming the screen door on her way out.

As soon as his sister was gone, Grant started laughing. “Well, she was in rare form, wasn't she?”

Bethanne hugged Ruth, who had begun to tremble. “Everything's okay, Ruth. We're going on the trip of a lifetime.”

Grant waited until they'd finished hugging before he spoke. “You didn't mention this last night when we had dinner.” The comment was filled with accusation.

“Was there any reason I should?”

“You're planning to drive across the country with
my
mother,” he said. “Didn't you think Robin and I were entitled to know?”

This was a repeat of the conversation she'd had with Annie. “It was up to Ruth to mention it, not me,” she told him, unwilling to be chastised by her ex-husband.

Grant's response was a raised eyebrow, but he didn't say anything else.

“I was afraid Robin would make a fuss,” Ruth said. “I wish now I'd kept my mouth shut.”

Bethanne agreed it would've been preferable had Ruth waited until they were on the road, but that seemed a bit underhanded.

“If I can, I'd like to ask one thing of you,” Grant said, obviously deciding on a more conciliatory approach. “I'd feel better about the three of you being on the road if you'd call me at least once a day.”

“We could do that,” Ruth said, eager to make peace with her family.

“Will
you?
” Grant posed the question to Bethanne.

“I'm sure Ruth and Annie would be happy to keep in touch,” she said curtly, reluctant to add her name to the list. The idea of calling her ex-husband didn't sit well with her, despite his unexpected support.

Grant held her look. “I won't be able to relax if I don't know that the three most important women in my life are safe.”

“We'll check in,” Bethanne eventually promised.

“Thank you.”