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“What did she say?”
“That I’m not that great of a friend to not have her back.”
“That’s a little harsh.”
“It was. It was hurtful. I’m not sure if she meant it or if I’m trying not to take it to heart. She’s stressed over this, but I can’t tell her what to do with her relationship just like she wouldn’t tell me what to do with Heather. She wants me to put Charlie on the spot to embarrass him so he stops. I’m not playing those games. It’s like it’s only half my mother out there and I don’t know the other half of that woman.”
“I wouldn’t do it either,” he said.
“So she went out there to send you in here so she could say something to Charlie. I’m not sure if she is or not or making something up.”
Daisy had her back to the living room while they talked as she was gathering plates and the cookies she’d made along with the pie.
“They are on the couch together and she is saying something to him quietly.”
“I’m sure it’s going to be a fun-filled rest of the night,” she said.
He looked at his watch. It was only four now. Penny and Charlie had been here since around noon. “I can stay if you want.”
“And subject you to more of this?” she asked. “No way. I’m tempted to go with you to your house and let them have the place to themselves.”
“Why don’t you?” he asked.
“Because that would be running and I don’t want to do that. It’s my place and they are leaving in the morning. She said after a few more beers Charlie will fall asleep on the couch and start snoring.”
Daisy laughed when she said that.
“Well, then beer and apple pie sound like a good combo.”
33
Try To Help
Daisy pulled into Theo’s driveway the next day at five thirty. The store was going to be open for another three and a half hours, but she’d been there since seven that morning and was exhausted.
She couldn’t get out of her apartment fast enough this morning after the long day spent with her mother and Charlie.
As if her mother’s childish behavior and comments weren’t enough about her and Theo’s relationship, Charlie and her mother got into a tiff after Theo left and were bickering back and forth. She’d heard them going at it in her room while she was trying to sleep later on too.
She’d gotten up early and her mother was already in the kitchen getting coffee and had apologized for Charlie’s behavior and then said she was probably going to end things with him.
She’d felt like crap and hoped the holiday meal hadn’t caused it, but that gut feeling she couldn’t put her finger on told her no. Her mother’s behavior had always been immature, but she’d never liked anyone telling her what to do or how to dress and Charlie even made a few comments about that last night too.
Daisy had to remind herself that her mother didn’t want to live with Charlie and there had to be a reason for it. What she found funny was when her mother said Charlie was perfect, but it didn’t seem it last night. It was almost as if her mother was trying to convince herself of that...maybe because Daisy felt like she had a perfect relationship at times and it was a competition in her mother’s eyes. Like teens might do?
If that was the case, it was sad her mother felt she had to do it.
Now Daisy was going to meet Theo’s Dad and she was exhausted, but she had to work tomorrow too though she’d try to only do a half day. She’d gone in earlier today to get a jump start on orders. Her one highlight of the day was Erica and Harmony showing up to browse and asking for her. She got to introduce her boyfriend’s sisters to some coworkers.
“There you are,” Theo said when she walked in the door. She slid her flats off her feet when she came in and had them in her hand. She knew she’d be on her feet more than normal and wanted to be more comfortable than she usually would dress. “Come meet my father. Dad, this is Daisy Jones. Daisy, Andrew James.”
She moved forward. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Theo always says nice things about everyone but Mom,” Erica said.
“Erica,” Andrew said. “You know better.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “He says nice things about his mother too. Most of the time.”
