JILLIAN'S HOME - FOYER
that takes care of that," Jillian sighed as she came down the stairs.
"Everything's unpacked and put away. I can't believe that all of my
things are already here."
"Looks like our mothers have been
busy," Reginald laughed. "They sure did a good job of keeping
this all a secret from us."
As Jillian walked into the living room, her
eyes immediately went to the beautifully framed pictures that sat on the mantle
above the fireplace.
my!" she exclaimed as she walked over to the mantle and picked up one of a
series of pictures of their wedding. "Look at all of these
"That's my mother, for you," he
grinned. "I swear she had Dad ordered
Artie to take at least 50 rolls
of film to the wedding."
Just then, the conversation was interrupted
with the light tinkling chimes of the doorbell.
"Let me get that." Reginald
walked out of the living room and towards the front door.
"Wait for me!" Jillian
laughed. "This is going to be our very first guest in our own house
and I want to be there for...."
"Welcome home!" Francis Callison
exclaimed, her arms full of packages, as her son opened the door. "I
hope I'm not barging in."
"Mom, you could never barge
in." He quickly began to help her with the myriad of boxes and bags
she was carrying. "What is all of this stuff?"
"Just a few things to help you get
settled in." Francis turned her attention to Jillian who was standing
in the doorway of the living room. "Oh, Jillian, how do you like
it? I've been working nearly non-stop since you two left to get everything
"It's wonderful, Mother Callison,"
Jillian replied as she rushed over and hugged her mother-in-law tightly.
"You really shouldn't have gone to so much trouble."
"Trouble? It wasn't any
trouble. In fact, it was my pleasure. After all, how often does my
oldest son get married?"
"It better be only once," Jillian
quipped as she cocked an eyebrow and gave her husband a sideways glance.
once it is!" he agreed with enthusiasm. "That is unless you want
to make us getting married an annual event."
"Oh, please!" Francis
laughed. "It was difficult enough pulling off this
wedding. Let's not get carried away."
"By the way," Reginald eyed his
mother curiously, "how did you know we were back? Our plane just
landed a few hours ago." He pondered his own question until the
answer -- which should have been more than a little obvious -- struck him.
"Mrs. Fielding across the street!" He then turned to Jillian and
whispered slyly, "You've got to be careful. She's got spies
"I do not have spies, young man,"
Francis corrected. "And Mrs. Fielding only happened to be watering
her begonias when she saw you two pull in. Naturally, she phoned me right
away and I came over as soon as I knew you'd both had a chance to recover from
your flight. We've still got a lot of work to do."
"Work?" Jillian furrowed her
brow as she turned to shake her head at Reginald, not sure she knew what Francis
was talking about.
"Yes, dear," Francis laughed as she
walked into the living room. "We've got to finish getting this house
in order and we've got to start setting up interviews for a housekeeper
"I...I don't really think that's going
to be necessary," Jillian interrupted. "We don't need a
"You see, Mom, Jillian is determined to
be the perfect housewife," Reginald explained. "She wants to do
it all by herself and she doesn't want any help."
"So, no housekeeper." Jillian
eyed Francis sternly.
I don't think you understand how difficult it can be to set up
housekeeping." Francis took her daughter-in-law by the hand and led
her to the sofa where she could sit her down and try to reason with her.
"There are things to buy and things to organize and schedules to set
up." She paused to make sure Jillian was listening to her.
"There's a lot to it. My mother taught me a lot of stuff growing up,
but I still discovered that I needed help. Hannah's been with us ever
"Honestly, I appreciate your
concern," Jillian smiled warmly, "but this is something I want to do
for myself. I know that growing up in Manhattan hasn't exactly given me
much opportunity to learn a lot of the things that I probably need to know, but
I'm a quick study." She turned to look at Reginald.
"Besides, how hard can it be to wash dishes, cook dinner, and do the
Francis looked up at her son and they booth
shook their heads simultaneously. Neither one of them doubted that Jillian
couldn't do anything she set her mind on nor did they think she was incapable of
learning. However, they did know that it was going to be much, much
tougher than Jillian even came close to anticipating.