THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM
are you ready?" Trevor asked as he stepped into the living room.
"Are you ready to go visit your mother?"
Grace sat on the couch and
looked at him with eyes filled with trepidation and fear. No, she wasn't
really ready, but would she ever truly be? How could a person ever be
ready to see their mother in the state her mother was in? How could
a person ever be ready to be reminded of a history of pain and tragedy?
"Yes, I'm ready,"
she muttered softly. "I'm as ready as I'm going to be."
"Honey, are you sure
you want to go without me?" Douglas asked as he looked up from his
newspaper. "I don't like the idea of you going by yourself. If
you're going to go visit our mother, you should be going with me."
"No, Douglas! I
don't want to go with you." She looked down and at her hands
that had begun to shake from nervousness. She couldn't go with
Douglas. What if she couldn't go through with it? What if the sight
of her mother upset her too much? What if the only thing she could feel
for their mother was anger and hatred for everything that had happened?
No, Grace couldn't go with Douglas because she was too afraid of the "what
ifs". If this reunion didn't go well, she knew her brother would be
terribly upset. She couldn't have him there for that. "I want
Trevor to take me and he is going to take me!"
Douglas looked at his little
sister curiously. He let out a heavy sigh when he realized that, although
he wanted to be the one to accompany her, the fact that she was going to visit
their mother was monumental enough. He was happy just to see her make the
effort...no matter who was taking her.
"Just try to forget
everything that happened before." Douglas got up from his chair,
walked over to her, and gently took her hand. "Try to love her for
who she is and not what she's done. She's not well. You know
that. She couldn't help some of the things that she did."
"I know that,
Douglas." She turned her head away in hopes of hiding the fear and
apprehension that still plagued her. She fully realized that their
mother's illness didn't make her completely responsible for some of her actions
when Grace was younger, but she still had great difficulty separating feelings
about the past from feelings for her mother.
"Douglas, I'll do the
best I can. That's all I can promise."
"Grace, we have to
go." Trevor hated to interrupt this important family moment, but he
realized that they did have a drive ahead of them. He also realized that
the longer this visit was put off, the more opportunity she had to change her
mind. Trevor was sure that this reunion was something that Grace needed to
do whether she was sure of it or not.
Grace looked up and into
Douglas' eyes and inhaled deeply for strength. Quietly, she got up and
walked toward the door and silently prayed that she wasn't making a mistake.
As the door closed behind
Trevor and Grace, the telephone rang. "Hello?" Douglas said as
he cradled the receiver between his ear and shoulder.
"D-Douglas, it's Lorraine."