74 Seaside Avenue. Debbie Macomber
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a cup of tea would ease her aching heart.
“I’ve decided to put my things in storage,” Linnette said. She’d been considering what to do with her furniture for some time. Not that she had much to store. At first she’d assumed she could keep her belongings in her parents’ basement, but then she realized it was her responsibility, not her parents’.
“Dad and I can keep them for you,” her mother offered, exactly as Linnette had known she would.
“No, Mom, this is what I’m doing.” It would be easy to let her mother talk her out of her plans. The whole process would start with something small, some favor like the one she’d just suggested, and then gradually, Corrie would wear her down. Next thing she knew, Linnette would be staying in Cedar Cove.
Her mother seemed surprised by Linnette’s persistence and shrugged her shoulders. “If you’re sure.”
“I am,” Linnette reiterated.
Corrie reached for the teapot and filled both their cups, muttering, “It’s a waste of good money.”
“Perhaps.”
“So …” Corrie tensed. “Where do you plan to go?”
“I don’t know yet,” Linnette said noncommittally.
This news appeared to startle her mother. “You mean to say you’re just heading out the door with no destination in mind?”
Linnette nodded. “I guess so.”
“That’s so unlike you.” Corrie looked even more distressed.
“I’m sorry, Mom, but.” Linnette didn’t know how to finish her response; she had nothing reassuring to say.
Her mother was right. Acting this impulsively was unlike her. She craved structure, needed it. Once she’d decided to become a physician assistant, she’d listed all the required courses, and calculated how long it would take to obtain her degree. Then, with the full force of her determination, she’d set out to achieve it. Never before, not on a trip or in life, had she left without a road map. Until now.
“In other words, you’re running away,” her mother said anxiously.
Linnette had no intention of denying it. “You could say that.” She took a sip of tea and not surprisingly it burned her mouth. She set down the mug.
“Do you think that’s wise?”
“Probably not. I’ll admit it’s not a rational decision, Mom. I’m responding to pain. I’m fully aware that none of this makes sense to you or anyone else. All I can tell you is that leaving feels right.”
“Cal should move,” Corrie said in a stubborn voice.
“Mother!”
“He doesn’t have family here and you do.”
“No one has to move anywhere,” she said. “I’m the one who wants to get out of Cedar Cove.”
“Then go,” her mother said. “But don’t do it like this,” she pleaded. “Request a leave of absence from work. Take however long you need. But to quit like this, pack up your belongings and move out of your apartment, it’s so …”
“Drastic?” Linnette inserted.
“Yes, drastic,” her mother agreed. “I can’t imagine why you feel the need to flee like this with … with your tail between your legs. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Cal and Vicki didn’t either. I’m walking away because I’m the one who’s hurting.”
“And therefore the one least qualified to be making this kind of decision,” her mother said.
“Mother, don’t you see.” Linnette began. She sighed. “It’s time for me to do something that’s more … out of my comfort zone. My life is so regimented, so … so, I don’t know, so perfect.”
“In other words, you’re looking for a way to screw it up?”
That made Linnette smile. “No. I’m looking for a way to escape. I’m seeking adventure,” she said grandly.
“But you’ve always been so responsible.”
“Exactly my point,” Linnette told her. “I’m tired of meeting all these expectations.”
Her mother’s eyes narrowed. “Your father and I never meant—”
“Mom.” Linnette leaned across the table and placed a hand on her mother’s arm. “It’s not your expectations I’m talking about but my own. I’m the one who put them on myself. As of right now, I’m taking a long, hard look at my life. I’m setting out to discover what I really want. All I know is that it isn’t in Cedar Cove.”
Her mother seemed about to break into tears. “And you have to run away from your family?”
“Yes.” It was the simple, straightforward truth.
“Oh.” Corrie picked up her tea and her lips trembled as she bent to take a sip.
Linnette understood how difficult this was for her mother. “Think about the positive side, Mom,” she said, forcing a note of cheerful optimism into her voice.
“What’s positive about my daughter running away?” Corrie asked.
“Well, this’ll be a wonderful opportunity for you and Gloria to get to know each other without me there always directing the conversation.”
Her mother’s eyes widened. The situation with Gloria remained awkward, although everyone was trying to make her feel like part of the family. Gloria had been given up for adoption as an infant and then found her biological family. She was a full-blooded sister Linnette had never known she had—or at least not until two years ago.
A little while before that, Linnette had moved practically next door to her own sister and they’d struck up a friendship. Gloria had been a tremendous comfort to Linnette since her breakup with Cal.
“I love you both equally,” her mother said in low tones. “I always have.”
“Of course you do, Mom, but you don’t really know Gloria. Like I said, this is your chance to bond without me being there.” So far, it’d always been the three of them. Now, both Gloria and their mother could benefit from some private time together. Without Linnette who, as she readily acknowledged, tended to be the center of attention.
She finished her tea and, feeling a little stronger—perhaps the tea had helped—she brought her cup to the sink. Her mother stood, too. “I should go. Your father expected me back at the office half an hour ago.”
“I’m surprised that he didn’t call your cell.”
Corrie smiled. “I suspect he knew where I was.”
She was probably right. Linnette admired her parents’ marriage and the way they understood each other, the way they worked together. It was what she wanted for her own marriage and was determined to have one day.
Her mother left soon afterward. Linnette hugged her, and they both managed to smile, despite Corrie’s disappointment. Everything she’d said was true, and yet nothing was going to change. Linnette instinctively knew she’d made the right decision. She needed to leave Cedar Cove.
She rinsed out the cups and set them in the dishwasher. She’d just returned to her packing when the doorbell rang again. It would be either her brother, Mack, or Gloria, she figured. Most likely Gloria.
But Linnette was in for a shock. Vicki Newman, the woman Cal loved, stood on the other side of the screen door. For a long moment the two women did nothing but stare at each other.
“I hope you don’t mind that I’ve come,” Vicki said shyly, her brown eyes imploring Linnette.
“Does Cal know you’re