“I’m staying here, Abby.”
“Dad! It isn’t safe here. I don’t know what this Kana might do. He could be Googling your address at this very moment.”
“Let him. He’s not going to chase me out of my own home. I know how to protect myself. It wasn’t so long ago I was a cop.”
A cop who now had almost no use of his legs. “I can’t leave you here, Dad.”
“Why can’t you leave me here? I’m not helpless.”
What was I supposed to say? Yes, you are? I knew how much he struggled to do for himself and how hard it was for him to accept his limitations, but he had to face the fact that he wasn’t the cop he used to be.
I stewed while Dad called Mom’s number and left a message. Clearly, he didn’t understand the risk he was in. He hung up the handset, turned his chair, and started toward the living room, calling, “You’d better get going, Ab.”
Crap. How could I abandon him? I followed him into the living room, dropped my purse onto the floral print sofa, then tossed my coat on top of it and sat down with a heavy sigh.
Dad parked his wheelchair to face the sofa and studied me for a moment. “If you’re staying because you’re afraid for me, Abby, you’ll hurt me worse than the bullet in my leg did.”
I hung my head. “I’m sorry. It’s still tough for me to accept what happened to you.”
“Sometimes it’s tough for me, too, sweetheart, but life goes on. If you keep looking back at the past, you know what’ll happen? You’ll run into a wall. You can’t move forward when you hit a wall, can you?”
“No, you can’t.”
“Never look back, Abby. Make a decision, go forward, and don’t second-guess yourself. You’ll be a better person for it.”
I kicked off my shoes, sat down, and curled my legs beneath me, resisting the urge to check the time on my watch. “So, Dad, as long as you’re in a philosophical mood, maybe you can give me some advice.”
“Now? I thought you wanted to get out of here.”
I wanted to get both of us out of there, but that wasn’t going to happen. “Another fifteen minutes won’t hurt. I’ll let Marco know what’s going on so he won’t worry.”
I used my cell phone but got Marco’s voice mail, so I left him a message telling him where I was and to please call. On the coffee table in front of me sat Mom’s decorative glass jar filled with red hearts. After I put my phone in my coat pocket, I picked up the jar and shook it. “You know Mom hates that you saved these.”
“That’s what she wants you to believe. Actually, it’s become a joke between your mom and me. Whenever one of us says something the other disagrees with, the other will say, ‘Have a heart and shut up.’ ” He laughed. “It defuses a lot of tension.”
That was actually pretty clever. As I put the jar back on the coffee table, Dad asked, “Speaking of tension, how are you doing with your bodyguard?”
“I’m adjusting to having him around. Marco’s mother is coming to town today, though.”
“So? She seems like a warm, generous person and she’s clearly crazy about you, Ab.”
“And I like her, too, but she scares me.”
Dad studied me for a moment. “Why is that?”
“What is this, a therapy session?” I joked.
“I’m just curious.”
I thought about it for a moment. “I guess she scares me because I’m picturing her as my mother-in-law. Do you remember the Marie Barone character on Everybody Loves Raymond?
“Ah. Now we’re getting to the real issue.”
“Which is?”
“The marriage.”
“We’re a long way from that step, Dad.”
“As I recall, you said you were going to get engaged.”
I began to twist a thread on the sofa. “We are. Someday.”
“Is something holding you back?”
“Want my list?”
Dad laughed. “I’m sure your mother’s on it.”
“No, I’m serious. I know this sounds idiotic, but to convince myself that I’m making a wise decision, I started keeping track of all of Marco’s positive and negative qualities. I call them his pluses and minuses. The only thing is that the minuses are catching up to the pluses.”
“Give me an example.”
I sighed. “Okay, well, for one thing, I’ve always admired how forceful and commanding Marco is, but there have been times lately when he’s been so bossy, I wanted to cross off his pluses. What I saw as confidence is looking more like arrogance, and his tenaciousness is pure stubbornness. Then there’s his strong, silent mode that I used to think was sexy and mysterious. Frankly, that’s starting to feel a bit cavemanish.”
Dad laughed. “Except for the caveman part, you could be describing your mom.” He reached over to take my hands. “Sweetheart, you’re viewing two sides of the same coin. Confidence or arrogance? It depends on your mood and the circumstance.”
“To a certain extent, sure, but what if I’ve been wearing those proverbial rose-colored glasses, and I’m just now viewing the real Marco?”
“The real Marco as opposed to the heroic Marco? Yes, Marco has flaws. Who doesn’t?”
“I didn’t expect him to have so many, Dad.”
“Listen to me, Abby. My years as a cop taught me a lot about people. I can size up a man in the blink of an eye and know if he’s brave or cowardly, a bully or a phony. Marco is a nice-looking, intelligent, honest, capable man who will stand beside you in good times and bad. The problem is, he’s come to your aid so many times, you’ve put him on a pedestal as some sort of hero. But no one should ever be put on a pedestal, because it’s not fair to ask any of us mere mortals to live up to such lofty expectations. He’s just a man, warts and all.
“And remember, you’re being forced together much more than a normal married couple would be, unless of course you worked together, which presents different problems.”
Dad had a good point. I’d been calling Marco my hero for quite a few months, yet whenever he didn’t act heroic, I got testy. “So what you’re saying is that I accept Marco with his flaws or don’t marry him.”
“That’s it in a nutshell. It’s up to you to decide whether to see Marco’s qualities as pluses or minuses, Ab. Look at your mother and me. Maureen could see me as a weak, washed-up ex-cop, but she has never treated me that way. And I see your mom’s quirky artistic bent as part of the fun of being with her. I never know what she’ll come up with next. It keeps life exciting. And every time I see that jar of candy, I smile. Who would’ve guessed those silly hearts could bring so much joy?”
I nibbled my lower lip, thinking about Marco’s side of our relationship. He rarely complained about me, but when he did, it was usually because I was putting myself or someone else in danger.
“What are you thinking?” Dad asked.
“Just wondering if Marco sees me as quirky and exciting or impetuous and tiresome.”
“That might depend on when you ask him.”
“Did you ever have doubts before you married Mom?”
“Sure. I worried whether I could be a good provider. I didn’t want to disappoint her.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever disappointed her, Dad.”
“Parents go through a lot their kids never know about, nor should they until they’re old enough to handle it. If you want to know the truth, your mom and I went to couples’ counseling for nearly a year. We had a rough adjustment after my injury and forced retirement grounded me. I give your mom a lot of credit for sticking with me, Ab. She had every right to leave. I was angry for months. She had to make the decision to see the best in me.”
“You both put on a good front, then, because I never suspected that was happening.”
“You weren’t supposed to. You were in your own world, away at college. Why would we burden you with our problems?”
“But now I feel like I missed out on parts of your lives.”
