Small Town Girl

she'll do anything you want. Color it, perm it, cut it-anything.'

Mary looked amazed. 'Right here at home?'

'That's right.'

'Why, I never heard of such a thing.'

'It can be done. I thought you'd like to get it fixed for the wedding.'

'This Niki-she's not from Judy's shop?'

'No, she's not. Judy and her girls are doing all the bridal party that morning so they'll be busy. But she said Niki will do a good job for you.'

'Well… my goodness.' Mary continued to look amazed.

'That's all right with you then?'

'Well, sure!' she said enthusiastically.

'And, Momma, there's one other thing I wanted to ask you about.' This issue was perhaps even more delicate than the hair, but if she didn't bring it up, who would? 'You know that pretty green silk trouser suit I sent you last year from Seattle? Have you worn it yet?'

'I tried it on.'

'But you haven't worn it.'

'Well, it's… it's awfully expensive-I could see that.'

'Why don't you wear it for the wedding? It would be perfect, since your legs have to be wrapped in those ugly stockings all the time. What do you say, Momma?'

'I was going to wear this other pants suit that I got last spring. It's perfectly good and I've only worn it a few times.'

Tess's first reaction was anger, and she got up and started stacking their dirty dishes, trying to swallow a little lump of hurt that had grown into a stone in her throat. She had a pyramid of dirty dishes in her hands before she changed her mind, set them back down and dropped to one knee beside Mary's chair. 'Mom, I need to tell you something that I'm not sure you'll understand, but…' Taking Mary's hand in both of her own she looked up into her mother's aging brown eyes. 'Listen, Momma, I don't know how else to say this. I'm rich. May I say it without sounding like I'm blowing my own horn? It's a fact of life now. I'm very, very rich, and it gives me great pleasure to send you things. Nice things from stores you never get to see because you don't get the chance to travel like I do. But it hurts my feelings when you won't even try to use them.'

'Oh, dear… well, I… I guess I never thought of that. I just always think those things are too grand for Winter- green, Missouri.'

'I'm not sending them for Wintergreen, I'm sending them for you.'

Mary sat awhile, looking somber and somewhat stricken. Finally she glanced away, then back at her daughter.

'Well, since you're being honest, let me be honest, too. Sometimes when you send things I think it's because you know you should come to see me yourself, but you're too busy to take the time. Maybe that's why I sometimes don't use them. Because if the truth be told, I'd rather have you than all the fancy presents in the world.'

Mary's words stung sharply for they were true, and Tess at last admitted it. How many times had she been charging through some store in a far-off city and spied something for Mary, but while she was waiting for her credit card to be processed a guilty thought would come niggling: You should go see her instead. But it was so much easier to send gifts. It infringed so much less on her busy work schedule.

There were people in this world who had no mothers, who would count themselves blessed to have a loving one like this, yet Tess not only saw Mary less often than she should, she found fault with her vagaries and took issue with petty aggravations that love should overlook. Now here she was, looking up into Mary's face, which appeared decidedly older at this moment. The impression of age was amplified by the limitations put upon her by the new hip, for she sat on the stiff chair with her knees spread and her ankles uncrossed. Her crutches waited at arms' reach and her face was swagged with sadness. Tess could see in the line of Mary's jowls and in the pattern of creases around her eyes and mouth the stamp her own aging would leave upon her face. An unwanted image came, of the day when Tess would be Mary's age, and Mary would be gone. Who knew how many more years they had?

'I'm sorry, Mom,' Tess said softly. 'I'll try to do better.'

Mary reached out and put a hand on Tess's hair. 'You know how proud I am of you, don't you, dear?'

Tess nodded with tears in her eyes.

'And I know what it took for you to get where you are. But, Tess, we're your family, and you only get one of those.'

'I know,' Tess whispered, choked.

They remained in that tableau, each accepting what the other had said, Mary on the stiff, high chair, Tess kneeling to her, the dinner remains spread on the old-fashioned parlor table while the low sun streamed in from the west. Outside, a dog began barking and somebody whistled, silencing him. The details of that moment would come back to both women in the days to come, for they had not felt closer since Tess graduated from high school and loaded up her car to head for Nashville.

'Now I'll tell you what you do,' Mary said, forcing brightness into her voice. 'You go in my closet and you find that pretty slacks suit that you sent me, and get it ironed up for Saturday, and when this Niki finishes my hair, I'll put it on and do you girls proud at that wedding. How's that?'

Tess stretched up and kissed her mother's cheek. 'Thanks, Mom,' she said, and smiled.

Tess called Renee later that night after Mary was in bed sound asleep.

'I got Momma to agree to leave her old polyester pants suit in the closet.'

'Oh, Tess, did you really? You're a miracle worker!'

'She's wearing the one I sent her from Seattle last year.'

'Super! It's so beautiful and Rachel will really be happy to hear this. Tess, I owe you one.'

'That's not all.'

'Don't tell me she's having her hair done!'

'That's what I'm telling you. Right here at home. I hired someone to come in and do it.'

Without a wisp of jealousy, Renee remarked, 'It must be fun to have enough money to be able to do things like that.'

'It is.' There were few people Tess could talk to about money. She loved Renee even more for accepting this difference between them.

Renee said, 'I have to say, on Judy's behalf, that she tried. I can't tell you how many times she's told Momma to come into the shop whenever she wants, but Momma's so proud. She's afraid she'll go and have her hair fixed, then Judy won't charge her. Well, whatever you said to change her mind, thanks.'

'Sure. Listen… about the wedding, when do you want her at the church for pictures?'

'The wedding starts at five, so, four o'clock, I think. The photographer wants the rest of us there by three, but I told him to plan on taking all the ones with the grandparents last, so she doesn't have to be there any earlier than necessary. Do you think she'll be okay till we get through dinner?'

'She'll be fine. She insists on walking in with her crutches, but we're taking her wheelchair, too, and whenever she wants to come home I'll bring her. She's really done a remarkable job with her physical therapy. Never a complaint, no matter how it hurts. She's so determined.'

'Well… this is a different Tess from the one who said the first day that Momma was going to drive her nuts.'

'I guess I just expected too much of her. And you're right. She is getting old. I believe I'm finally accepting that.'

'So tell me… do you still resent the fact that Judy and I railroaded you into coming home to take care of her?'

'No, not anymore. At this point I think my record producer resents it more than I do.'

'Well, listen, kid, it's late and tomorrow's going to be crazy.'

'Sorry I kept you so long.'

'One more thing. Have you been staying away from Kenny like I advised?'

'Absolutely away.'