“No.”
“That explains it.”
He crushed several cookies. “Explains what?”
“Why you’re so nice.”
“What happened wasn’t your fault. I certainly wouldn’t take it out on you.”
She prodded her sore lip with her tongue. “I wish everyone felt that way.”
“They’re hurt and angry, and that makes them want to place blame. Things will get better.”
“We’re going to move, anyway,” she said.
Sophia hadn’t mentioned anything about leaving town. “When?” he asked.
“As soon as we get the money.” She took her shake with a smile. “My mom says we need to start over.”
“Where will you go?”
“Anywhere but here,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
He could tell she was repeating the words and sentiments of her mother. “I see.” But, somehow, he didn’t like the idea of their leaving, despite all the reasons he’d been hoping for just that.
“How many books have you written?” she asked while she shoveled ice cream into her mouth.
“Fifteen so far.”
“Maybe
He finished mixing his own shake. “You’re a little young.”
“So they have sex in them?”
He hadn’t expected her to be quite so blunt—not at thirteen. But now that he was faced with that question, he had to be equally honest. “Sometimes.”
“
“From
“No, from my dad.”
Ted was pretty sure there were other reasons. His name on the cover, for one. But it was good to know she’d been interested in his work. He’d often wondered. “Was it just my books or other people’s, too?”
“I don’t know. But once he found your book on the nightstand and got
Ted felt his jaw tighten. “Really!”
“Yep.”
“What types of books would be on that list?”
“Books about God and cookbooks mostly.”
He jammed the spoon through another cookie to break it up. “Hard for those kinds of books to lead you astray.”
Again, she missed his sarcasm. “Except the cookbooks.”
“How can cookbooks be harmful?”
“They can make you fat if you cook and eat all the food!”
“Did she get in trouble for eating too much?” He was being facetious but Alexa took the question at face value.
“If it was dessert.”
“Your mother’s never been fat.”
She was scraping the sides of the glass when she answered. “Because she didn’t want to get in trouble.”
“Would
“Probably,” she said. “My dad hated fat women.”
Ted remembered Skip as having a paunch. He longed to point out the double standard but bit his tongue. “You and your mom are going to get by just fine. You know that, right?” He wanted to add that at least they didn’t have anyone policing what they ate or what they read these days, but that would be out of line.
“My mom’s doing better than she was at first,” she conceded. “I think it’s because you gave her a job. So...thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Sophia appeared as he was carrying their empty glasses to the sink. She seemed surprised to find him still in the kitchen, but she spoke to her daughter. “You haven’t started your homework?”
“Not yet. Mr. Dixon made me an Oreo shake. It was
Alexa’s smile made him glad he’d taken the time.
“That’s very nice of him,” Sophia said, “but Mr. Dixon has a book to write. I hope...I hope you didn’t detain him by asking for anything.”
“I didn’t!” she said. “I promise!”
He put their glasses in the dishwasher. “I offered.”
Sophia rubbed her hands on her thighs. “I’m sorry if you felt you had to look after her.”
“Calm down,” he responded. “I’m not criticizing you.”
He thought she might ask what he meant by that, but she didn’t. She waited for him to head to his office. Then, a few minutes later, she joined him and worked silently at her own desk.
Somehow, he managed to write a few pages—a marvel considering how distracted he was. “It’s five,” he told her when he noticed the time. “You can quit.”
She kept working. “I have a few more names.”
“You can enter them tomorrow.” He scowled, hoping she’d hear the firmness in his voice. He was ready for her to leave. He’d been so conscious of her sitting behind him for the past couple of hours. It was almost as if he could hear her
But Sophia was so determined to finish, she didn’t even glance up. “It’ll just take a minute.”
Once she returned the mailing-list additions to his desk, he thought that was that. But no. She went to the kitchen and prepared dinner. If he listened carefully, he could hear her downstairs. He knew she had to be tired, with everything she’d done today. He considered going down and ordering her to go home. But he refrained because he knew she was struggling to feel good about herself, and she’d indicated that her work here was part of that.
An hour later, she brought up a steaming bowl of the most delicious broccoli-cheddar soup he’d ever tasted.
Sophia had stayed longer than she was supposed to. But she was finally satisfied with what she’d accomplished today. She’d even finished the data entry project he’d given her.
“Your boss is really nice, isn’t he?” Alexa said as they climbed into the car.
She tried not to envision Ted from behind as she’d seen him all afternoon. She’d memorized the size and shape of his shoulders, taking note of every change in his body—a body she’d once been so familiar with. “He’s a good man.”
“He doesn’t have a wife?”
When Sophia looked over at her daughter, she saw that Alexa was playing with the zipper on her backpack. “No, but he has a girlfriend. You know Eve.”
“He’s with Eve?”
“He is.”
“Wow. She’s nice. But...it’s a bummer that he’s taken. He’s
Sophia rested her hands on the steering wheel instead of starting the car. “Lex, I think maybe it’s time I explained something. I heard you tell Ted that Daddy got mad when he found his book on the nightstand.”
“He did!” she said, suddenly defensive.
Sophia knew she expected another lecture on keeping quiet about what happened inside their house. Skip had been so obsessed with maintaining a certain image that they weren’t allowed to reveal anything that might not
