Family: The Secret Ingredient. Leandra Logan
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careful in his wording. Victor and Ingrid had never treated him badly, but he had a sense that he didn’t quite make their grade. It was a vague feeling that didn’t warrant his resentment. Resentment took energy and he’d learned to reserve it only for extreme cases.
Her forehead furrowed as she inspected her stitching. “Don’t get me wrong about the Norths. I’m sure they’re decent. But you’d best keep in mind that the rich are different. Many of them have never felt the raw panic of facing mounting bills. It sets people apart, the yearning for more.”
The advice never stopped flowing. But he did have some recourse here, which he used gently. “We can be grateful to Michael for funding my payment to you,” he said. “He’ll be a good partner, as he’s far more interested in his father’s accounting firm and won’t be bossing us around. And working for Grace will allow me more time with Button and some extra cash. Just so you know, we’re set up for Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.”
Amelia stuffed her knitting in the canvas bag beside her chair and released the footrest on her chair. “I generally do have activities to fill some of those days. How will you manage? Perhaps I should cancel—”
“You shouldn’t,” he said adamantly, touched by her distress. “Our general deal is that you watch Button evenings and weekends, while I’m busy at the bistro. The weekdays are all yours, to follow your own schedule, no matter what.”
“I don’t expect that, and you shouldn’t guarantee it.”
He chuckled, gazing upon the bundle in his arms. “Guess you’re right.”
Button stirred in his arms then. Focusing on Kyle, she threw her arms around him. “You come back.”
“I always come back, honey.”
She pressed her soft little nose against his. “No heaven, Daddy.”
“Now, Button,” Amelia reasoned succinctly, “your father is not going to heaven any day soon. He was delivering a cake. You know that.”
Kyle squeezed her tight, exchanging a concerned look with Amelia. Button had been so insecure since Libby’s death, afraid she’d lose him to heaven too. “You did a good job on the cake, baby. Grace loved it.”
She set her chin stubbornly. “How’s Kitty?”
“Kitty was sound asleep, just like you should be.”
“My kitty,” she whispered fiercely.
“No, Button. You can visit Kitty, but she belongs to Grace.”
With pouty lips she crashed against Kyle’s shoulder and fell back asleep. He expelled a lung full of air. “That went well.”
Amelia regarded him sympathetically. “Lighten up. Isn’t your fault you got dealt this bad deck. Most fathers can slip away a few hours and not be concerned that their three-year-old will write them off as dead. It’s no one’s fault. We’re just left with…a situation. One we can surely handle.”
Kyle tried to appear convinced.
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