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“How…could…you…” Pro stammered.
“What do you mean?” Elisha said, and reached for the coffee. At first Pro seemed unable to unclench the hand from her mother’s cup. “You gonna give it to me, or do I have to pry it from your cold, dead fingers?”
Pro released the cup, and Elisha took a much needed sip.
“How could you? In the bed you and Dad shared—”
“And me and your father before that,” Elisha said. “Look, it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, and it is none of your business who I sleep with.”
“But, that—that—”
“Careful, he is still your father.”
“How could you dishonor Joe that way?”
Elisha looked at her daughter sympathetically. “Oh, honey, I would never dishonor your stepfather. He was a good man. But he’s the one who died, not me.”
“But with—” Pro gestured hopelessly.
Elisha grinned in spite of herself. “This was the one thing your father and I never had a problem with.”
Max came into the room, tying the belt of a ratty robe as he entered. “Hey there!”
Pro jumped to her feet. “That’s Dad’s robe!”
Max looked at it. “I saw it behind the door, and I thought this was better than coming out in my underwear.”
“It’s fine,” Elisha assured.
At the same moment Pro commanded, “Take it off!”
Max looked from one woman to another, and then at the robe he was wearing.
Elisha stood up herself, her eyes not leaving her daughter’s. “This is my home, and I say he can wear it,” she said in a menacing tone.
Max moved his head from one to the other as if he was watching a tennis match, but neither woman gave an inch.
“Anyone for waffles?” Max attempted. “Or did the waffle iron become Joe’s as well?”
Elisha folded her arms, her eyes daring her daughter. “No, it’s still in the kitchen.”
“If you know where that is,” snapped Pro.
“I know it will be a good place to hide,” Max muttered and hastily headed past the table and into the small kitchen.
“You’d best back off, honey,” Elisha growled.
“He doesn’t belong here,” Pro returned icily.
“He does if I say so.”
“I could cut up some fresh fruit,” Max
shouted from the kitchen. “Anyone care for that?”
Elisha took her index finger and slid Pro’s cup toward her. “Now you sit down and drink your coffee, and be a polite young lady before I spank your ass.”
“Huh,” Pro huffed. “You never hit me as a child.”
