THE SUNSET HOTEL - MARY'S
just so worried about my little girl," Mary
sighed as she sipped her tea. "I've always pushed her to be strong
and independent, but she settled so easily into the roll of wife and mother.
I really don't know how she'd be able to do anything else."
"Well, Miss Mary, there's nothing wrong with those
crossed behind the sofa as she continued with her daily chores. "In
fact, I believe that being a good mother is one of the most important jobs that
a woman can have. We are the ones responsible to make sure our children
grow up right."
"Well, yes, I know." Mary casually thumbed
through the current edition of The
Daily Post as she spoke. "But I remember that Francis
wanted so much more than that when she was growing up. She had all of
these dreams. Now, Richard was never too keen on any of that. He
kept telling her she needed to find a good man to settle down with and raise a
family. It's what we women were supposed to do, you know. He was
thrilled when she married Charles.
"She'll be all right, Miss Mary." Dorothea
paused in her dusting to place a reassuring hand on Mary's shoulder.
"Despite what she thinks, your daughter is a very strong woman.
She'll get through this. She is an Albany, after all."
Mary laughed. "This is true. Anyway, have you
had a chance to catch up with that son of yours? I know he keeps busy down
at that hospital."
"I get to see Calvin from time to time."
Dorothea thought about her son, the doctor, and smiled with pride.
"That's one of the reasons I'm so glad you decided to stay here in
Albanyville. I get to be close to my boy."
"Have you heard from Naomi lately?" Mary turned
to face Dorothea. She realized that the topic of her daughter was an
uneasy one, but Mary so cared about Dorothea and her family. They had
become almost like an extension of her own family.
"No, that wild child girl of mine never writes; she never
comes to visit." The glow quickly faded from Dorothea's face as she
thought of her problematic daughter who was out, somewhere in the world, trying
to find her own place.
"Don't worry, Dottie, Naomi will come around one day.
She'll finally understand everything that you've tried to do for her."
"I hope so, Miss Mary," Dorothea sighed. "I
hope so, before it's too late."