THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM
you've got good memories of your
mother?" Trevor said as he held
hand. "Tell me some of them."
"Well..." Grace paused as
she allowed her mind to recall the days of her childhood...days before
everything went so wrong. Finally, a smile began to spread across her face
and she took a deep breath. "Actually, I do remember one time
very clearly. I was very small, only about six or seven."
"Tell me about it, Grace."
"Okay. Um...it was my
birthday. Momma made a special effort to come home from work early.
She always said that birthdays were our own special days...days that belong to
us and us alone." She hesitated slightly as thoughts of what would
eventually happen to their lives began to creep in. With a slight shake of
her head, she quickly brushed those thoughts away. She was only going to
think about the happy times.
"Go on, Grace," Trevor urged.
"Well, Daddy was always working so
much that he was never home anyway, so it was just Momma and me...and Douglas,
too, of course. Momma insisted that we were going to have a party for my
birthday. She told us all to get dressed up in our best clothes."
"And, of course, you did."
"Of course! Momma and I put on
our best dresses. Mine was one of my favorites. It was pink with
ruffles. I'd always thought it was so pretty. It was the nicest one
I had. And Momma made Douglas put on a suit! It was so
"Funny? How?" He
looked at her curiously.
"You see," she continued,
"Douglas always hated wearing a suit! He looked so uncomfortable when
he pulled at his tie. It's kinda funny when you think about. Douglas
hated wearing a suit and now he's a lawyer."
"Yeah, that is kind of ironic."
"Anyway, the three of us sat at the
kitchen table...me, Douglas, and Momma...eating ice cream and cake. We
didn't have a lot of money, so I really didn't think I was going to get anything
for my birthday." Grace smiled again as the happy memories began to
fill her heart with warmth. "But, somehow, Momma managed to save
enough to buy me the doll I'd seen in the store window. I wanted that doll
so badly. I named her "Daisy" because she had little daisies on
her dress. Oh, how I loved that doll."
what do we have going on here?" Douglas asked with a slight chuckle as he
walked through the front door and into the room.
"Grace has just been telling me some
stories about when you two were kids," Trevor replied as he looked up at
Douglas. "Something about you hating to wear a suit?"
"Yep, I hated those
things," Douglas laughed as he quickly unknotted his tie before pulling it
off and draping it over his chair. "Still do. You know, Grace,
I'm really glad you've decided to try to forget about the past and heal old
wounds with Mother."
"I-I'm trying Douglas, I really
am." Grace nervously looked down at her hands as she began to think
about the disturbing visit she'd paid to her mother in the sanitarium.
"Family is so very
important," Douglas smiled as he immediately thought about Lorraine and
their child. "In fact, I will have a big surprise for you both in the
next few days."
"A surprise?" She looked at
him curiously. "What kind of surprise?"
"Now, don't get over anxious,"
Douglas laughed. "I can assure you that it's good news. You'll
just have to wait until I can tell you all about it."
Grace glanced from her brother to Trevor
who shook his head to indicate that he didn't have a clue as to what Douglas was
talking about. Grace's curiosity was most definitely peaked, but she
clearly knew that she wouldn't learn a thing until Douglas was ready. What
in the world could he be up to?