Haley nodded, thumb zeroing in on mouth. She rested her head on Anne’s shoulder.
“She tires easily,” Anne explained. “Have a seat.”
She settled herself on the sofa with Haley on her lap as Milo Bordain chose the ottoman. Anne gave her a point for that—sitting as close as possible instead of choosing a chair six feet away. Upchurch was busy checking the tables for dust and looking with envy at the quality of the furniture.
“Haley,” Bordain said, leaning forward with the gift. “I brought you something special for you to have here at Anne’s house.”
Haley took the present and tugged on the bow.
“We’ll keep that for you to wear in your hair,” Anne said, setting the ribbon aside.
Her bout of tears forgotten, Haley had moved on to the box, dispensing with the rainbow paper in short order.
“It’s a kitty!” she exclaimed, pulling the stuffed toy out of the tissue paper.
“I thought you were probably missing your kitties at your house,” Bordain said. “This is a kitty you can take anywhere.”
Anne felt her heart soften a little more toward Milo Bordain. She had actually put some thought into the gift and had clearly paid attention to Haley’s obsession with cats and kittens.
“What do you say, Haley?” Anne prompted.
“Thank you, Daddy Milo!”
“Auntie Milo,” Anne corrected her.
“It’s all right,” Bordain said. “Haley tells me I should be a boy because I have a boy’s name.”
Haley was through with the adults, off the couch and taking her new treasure to show her friend. “Wendy, look at my kitty! I got a kitty, but it’s not a real one. It just looks like one.”
“That’s cool, Haley!” Wendy said. “Let’s put her with your dolls. What are you going to name her?”
“Scaredy Cat.”
“Scaredy Cat?”
“She’s obsessed with the idea of the daddy,” Anne said.
“That’s Marissa’s fault,” Milo Bordain said with a hint of bitterness. “I told her time and again she should get married and give Haley a father, but she wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Did she bring boyfriends home?” Anne asked.
“Not in any way that was improper. Marissa was a very conscientious mother. But she had a lot of male friends. I always thought it was confusing for Haley. She calls every man in her life Daddy.”
“She has friends with conventional families, a mommy and a daddy,” Anne said. “It’s normal for her to want that too.”
“How is she coping?” Bordain asked. “I’ve been so worried about her.”
“It’s a roller coaster. Children Haley’s age think death is temporary, and they haven’t developed psychologically to a place where they have the tools to think through a grieving process like adults do—and it’s difficult for us. We can only imagine how confusing those feelings are to a child.
“So one minute Haley might be upset that her mother is gone, and the next minute she’s engrossed in a cartoon or talking about becoming a fairy princess. As she grows up and begins to comprehend more, she’ll likely go through different stages of grief at different ages. It’s a long process.”
“And has she said anything about what happened or who attacked them?” Maureen Upchurch asked, planting herself in Vince’s Man Chair.
“She’s having nightmares about a figure all in black,” Anne said. “Bad Daddy. No name. She may never say a name. Her subconscious mind may never let her.”
“Poor little thing,” Bordain said, distressed. “Her whole life has been turned upside down!”
Haley came back with her new toy tucked under her arm. “Where are my real kitties?”
“I had Hernando bring the mother cat and kittens to my house so we can feed them and take care of them,” Bordain said. “They’re living in the barn with the horses and the chickens. You should come visit them sometime soon.”
Haley lit up and turned to Anne. “Can we, Mommy Anne? Can we, please?”
Anne felt sucker punched, and there was nothing she could do but sit here and take it on the chin. Consciously or unconsciously, Milo Bordain had set her up.
“Mommy Anne?” Bordain arched a brow.
“That’s what Haley likes to call me,” Anne explained. “It gives her a little sense of security.”
“That seems completely inappropriate,” Maureen Upchurch said.
“She’s four,” Anne returned. “Let her have that if she wants it.”
Haley, impatient with the grown-ups, hopped up and down. “Can we, please, please, please?”
“I would love it if you would bring Haley out to see them!” Milo Bordain said, recovering from her instant reaction of disapproval. “Haley would so enjoy that. She loves all the animals. Don’t you, sweetheart? We have cattle and horses and sheep and goats and chickens.
“You should bring her,” she said to Anne. “I’ll have Hernando and Maria set up a picnic for us by the reservoir.”
Before Anne could draw breath for an excuse, Haley was right there with the big eyes and hopeful little cherub face.
“Mommy Anne! Can we go? Can we go,
“We’ll see,” Anne said.
“Uh-oh,” Haley said, looking at her auntie Milo. “That means no.”
“It means we’ll wait and see,” Anne said.
“I don’t see why you wouldn’t bring her,” Bordain said, getting irritated.
Franny saved her from the awkward moment, emerging from the kitchen with a tray laden with drinks and cookies, calling, “Tea time for all the kitties! I mean kiddies!”
Anne took the two women on a tour of the house to satisfy Maureen Upchurch’s jealous curiosity, then herded them out the front door with an excuse about nap time and a promise to call Milo Bordain about the possible trip to the ranch.
When she came back into the family room, the girls were tucked side by side on the couch watching a purple dinosaur on television, Haley with her thumb in her mouth and her eyelids at half-mast. Anne dropped down in her leather chair by the window and looked at Franny.
“I didn’t see that coming,” she said. “I should have, but I didn’t.”
“You’re a parent now. You’re officially sleep deprived.”
“How can I compete with a ranch?”
“You can’t, but you’ve got it all over that one in the warm fuzzy love department. The only thing fuzzy about that old tranny cow is her whisker stubble.”
Anne laughed wearily at the terrible remark. “She’s a what?”
Franny rolled his eyes. “Oh, please, Anne Marie. You ruin all my best lines by being tragically un-hip. T-r-a-n- n-y as in t-r-a-n-s-v-e-s-t-i-t-e! If she doesn’t have a set of balls under that skirt, she’s hiding them somewhere.”
“You are just awful.”
“Honestly!” He laughed. “How she hatched that gorgeous son of hers is beyond me.”
“Who’s her son?”
“Darren ‘You deserve a Mercedes’ Bordain! Don’t you watch television? He does all the ads. He’s gorgeous! And so well-dressed.”
“He sounds like the man for you.”
“Of course he’s totally in the closet. He’s so deep in the closet even last year’s fashion can’t see him in there.”
“That could mean he’s straight,” Anne argued.
“You want to spoil all my fantasies.”
“You think every good-looking man is secretly gay.”
“I don’t think Vince is gay.”
“Thank God,” Anne said. She breathed a big sigh. “Oh, Franny ... Please tell me it’s five o’clock
