THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM
Grace smiled as she breezed in the front door. "I
didn't expect you to be home already."
"I left the office early today,"
Douglas replied as he looked up from the evening edition of The Daily Post.
"How were classes?"
"They're wonderful!" She
sat her books down on the side table and flopped herself onto the sofa.
"I'm so glad you pushed me so much to study for high school. I don't
think I would have been able to pick up as quickly I have. Some of those
professors move so fast!"
"I'm glad you managed to win the
Monroe Scholarship. It's going to help out so much with your
tuition. I'm glad Trevor recommended it."
Grace grew momentarily uncomfortable at the
mention of Trevor's name. True, they had grown closer over the past
few months, but she still couldn't talk him out of his romantic
inclinations. Although he was deeply handsome, incredibly nice, and a
wonderful friend, she just knew they weren't right for one another. Well,
she thought they weren't right for one another. She kept changing
"So, have you heard anything new about
Momma?" Grace asked in an attempt to change the subject. Ever since
the ride she'd taken with Trevor at the
stables, she'd thought more and more
about her mother.
"Y-you really want to know how
she's doing?" Douglas couldn't help but be taken aback. Grace
had only expressed passing interest in their mother's condition since she went
into the sanitarium and Grace had come to Albanyville to live with him.
There were times he'd been sure that Grace was trying to forget she'd ever
"Of course I do! She is
our mother, after all. I-I'm just curious how she's doing."
"Well, the last I heard from Manor
Hills was that her condition was pretty much still the same as
before." He eyed Grace closely as she hung on his every word.
"She's fairly unresponsive. The doctor says she doesn't even seem to
know where she is or what's going on."
"Douglas," she spoke up
cautiously, "I-I've been thinking about Momma a lot lately. I-I've
been thinking that maybe I need to go see her."
"What?" Douglas gasped as his
eyes grew wide with shock. "B-but, Grace, y-you haven't ever
wanted to see her since she's been there! Why, you barely even want to talk
"I know." She hung her head
in embarrassment. She should have expected this reaction. After all,
she had been rather cruel in her attitudes toward their mother.
"B-but, I want that to change," Grace spoke up. "I-I want
to have my mother again. Even if she doesn't know who I am."
Douglas looked at her closely and let out a
deep sigh of relief. He didn't know what had caused this change of heart
in his sister, but he was glad it was finally happening. He hadn't been
quite as forthcoming about their mother's condition as he'd let on. In
reality, Louise Davis was not well. Not well at all.