Edith sniffed again and took her handkerchief out of her purse to dab at her eyes.Īt the checkout counter his mother stepped ahead of him as Chase began to unload the cart. Chase pushed the cart toward the checkout. Well if I spend my weekends with you, I’ll never be able to find a man, settle down and maybe provide you with some of the grandchildren you keep haranguing me about. Edith was known for the power and range of her sniffs. She has a corner on the market.įind a man, you mean. Good God, if someone else wanted guilt in New Jersey, they’d have to buy it from my mother. One day I’m going to find someone and then I’m not going to be spending every minute I get away from the computer chauffeuring you around. Go out, make friends, learn to drive for Christ’s sake. Dad left you with more than enough money to for me to go to the best schools and for you to live a good life. Your father died when you were eighteen and left me with very little. You don’t appreciate all that I went through to raise you. Chase wondered how she always managed to make him feel guilty in their encounters. If I do, I retain water and that isn’t good for my blood pressure. Edith Summers stuttered as she put the can of cut green beans in her cart. Well, I never…I still have to stop at the bakery for bread.
I’ll push the cart, but we’re done for the day. I took you to breakfast, to Macy’s, the butcher, the farmer’s market, lunch and now we’re on our fourth grocery store. I’ve been out with you all morning and most of the afternoon. I have to spend some time writing or I’ll have to pay back my advance, then I won’t have a car to drive you anywhere.Īll right, if you’re going to be so crabby about it. I have a deadline on my book that’s approaching fast. Yeah, Mom, one day a week to the grocery store, one day to the hair and nail salon, two days to doctor’s appointments since she’s moved from New York to the Ocean Township condo I haven’t had any peace.Ĭhase ran his fingers through his short sandy blond hair in a gesture born of sheer frustration. I only ask you to take me grocery shopping one day a week and you complain. She put the can of French cut green beans back onto the shelf and took another can and began to read the label. You know I don’t like to be hurried when I’m shopping. They’d been shopping for eight hours and Chase was more than ready to be done. Put on your glasses, then it won’t take you ten minutes to read the can. Mom, you’ve been reading the same label for ten minutes now.
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