JILLIAN’S HOME – LIVING ROOM
sit down right here and put your feet up while Mrs. Whitehead takes care of
those dishes.” Reginald fluffed up
a cushion on the sofa for Jillian to rest her back on before helping Jillian
slowly down into her seat. “You’ve
had quite a bit of excitement today and I want you to take it easy.”
“Darling, you didn’t have to usher everyone
out of here so soon. I was rather
enjoying having everyone around.”
“I know our mothers mean well, but… I know
how overbearing they can both be – mine especially.”
He sat down next to her and took her hand into his.
“And although I can’t quite put my finger on it, there’s something
going on between your sisters.”
“There’s always something going on between
Judith and Janet,” Jillian sighed. “I’m
sure Judith is merely stewing over how Burt and Janet ran off and eloped so
impulsively. You know how Judith has
never approved of that relationship.”
“Judith clearly has the same opinion of Burt
that I do.”
“Reginald, please?” she begged softly.
“If you really want me to relax and take is easy, don’t start in on
worry,” he laughed warmly. “Your
brother-in-law is absolutely the last person on my mind right now.
Jillian furrowed her brow as she waited for her
husband to continue his thought which didn’t sound like it was going to be a
good one considering the tone of his voice.
“I have to go down to the newspaper for a bit
and take care of some business.”
“What about Rodney?
He’s your senior assistant editor.
Can’t he take care of whatever it is that needs to be done?
I was looking forward to having you all to myself for the rest of the
“I know,” he sighed, “but there are some
jobs that only I can handle. I
promise I won’t take too long. Besides,
you’ve got Eudora here to look out for you now when I’m away.”
He flashed her a teasing grin.
“Don’t remind me,” Jillian sighed as she
watched her husband, who was already halfway towards the door and reaching for
his briefcase. “You just hurry
“I love you!” Reginald called back from the
foyer, quickly followed by the sound of the front door opening and then an
unexpected collage of voices.
“I hope you’re up for another visitor,”
Maggie smiled as she stood in the doorway to the living room, a rather oversized
arrangement of flowers in her arms. “I
brought these for you. I hope
you’re not overrun with them.”
“Oh, they’re lovely!” Jillian exclaimed.
“And I don’t think a home can ever be overrun with beautiful flowers.
Just set them over there on that table and I’ll have the new
housekeeper put them in water in a bit.”
I heard Mother talking about her earlier.”
Jillian sighed, “but I’ve spent far too much time talking about her today.
Why don’t you come sit down and tell me how you’ve been spending your
summer.” Anything to keep her mind
off of the distressing news regarding her unborn child which she’d received
“Well, there’s really not much to tell.”
Maggie walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Jillian.
“To be honest, it’s all been kinda dull – except for your wedding
and the baby and all….”
Jillian looked away in an attempt to disguise the discomfort which
resulted from mentioning the baby before taking a deep breath to renew her
strength and desire to shift the conversation towards more pleasant matters.
“You look like you’ve gotten some sun,” she observed when she
looked at Maggie. “Have you been
spending time out at the lake this summer?”
“We were actually out there for a little while
“Stanley and I and… well…
Randy.” Maggie’s voice trailed
off as she mentioned her best friend and her boyfriend.
“You know… just a bunch of us down at the lake.
No big deal.”
Jillian leaned cocked her head to the side and
lifted an eyebrow as she evaluated what her young sister-in-law had said.
After several moments, she realized that what Maggie had said and how
she’d said it didn’t exactly convey the same sentiment.
“I’ve got a feeling that there’s a little
more to the story,” Jillian finally said.
“Did something happen out at the lake that you want to talk about?
Is something bothering you?”
Maggie sat in silence as she contemplated
confiding in Jillian about all of her conflicting emotions concerning Randy and
all of his anxieties and feelings of unworthiness due his background.
are boys so hard to understand?” she finally asked softly.
“Just as soon as I think I’ve got them figured out, they go and do
something to completely confuse me again.”
“Any boy in particular or just boys in
“Just… in general.”
“It’s hard to say,” Jillian sighed, “but
between you and me, I’ll let you in on a little secret – they don’t get
much easier to understand when you get older, either.”
“Great,” Maggie grumbled as she slumped back
into the sofa. “Just great.”