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“No, Gram.” Now Morgan laughed. “Literal turrets. On the house. He caught me goggling at them. And he has this adorable dog. I asked if I could see the inside of a turret, which is just wonderful. And one thing led to another.”
“Do you love him? Is that prying?” Audrey wondered.
“I raised a very old-fashioned daughter. I’m still not sure how that happened. Audrey, they’re young, healthy, single adults.”
“I like him,” Morgan qualified. “I’m attracted to him, obviously. He’s so interesting, with all these layers. And yeah, I respect his work ethic and his dedication to the family business. We’ll see where it all goes, but I’m absolutely fine with where it is.
“This cake is fantastic. I remember this cake now. And yeah, I can see the raspberries and cream. Pretty presentation, plus serious yum.”
“You could take some for Miles when you go over tomorrow,” Audrey suggested.
“That’s okay—he has cookies. And I’m picking up a pizza on the way.”
“Ah.” Sitting back, Olivia sighed. “Pizza and sex—those were the days. It’s hard not to envy youth. And now, since I’m old, I’m going up so I can fall asleep reading my book.”
“You’re not old, Gram.” Morgan pushed off the stool to hug her. “You’re timeless. I’ll take care of the dishes.”
“Timeless.” Olivia gave her an extra squeeze. “Even if you weren’t my only grandchild, you’d be my favorite just for that. Good night, ladies.”
“She is timeless,” Audrey agreed. “And I only hope I have her energy in another twenty-odd years.”
Maybe it was the mood, or maybe it was the moment, but Morgan turned to her mother.
“I’m going to pry.”
“I can’t think of a thing I have that’s worth prying into.”
“Why no one since the divorce?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Morgan.” Audrey sighed a little, flushed a little. “I mean, at first I wasn’t sure what to do or where to do it. You were still young enough to need me around, but I had to work. I wasn’t good at anything.”
“Why do you say that? That’s just not true. You could pack up a house on a moment’s notice, then unpack everything in a new place in no time. You ran the house, and when he wasn’t around, you did everything. I barely had chores.”
“I wanted you to make friends, have the kind of happy, easy childhood I’d had. Which was stupid because it wasn’t at all the same for you, ever.”
“It’s not about me right now. I’m asking about you, and I realize I should have asked a long time ago. You weren’t happy. You pretended to be, but you weren’t. Why did you stay?”
“I loved him. Oh, I loved him so much right from the first minute, and it look me a long time to get over that.”
Idly, she turned her teacup around and around in its saucer.
“Maybe that was the problem. I fell so hard, so deep, so fast. I only wanted to be a good wife, a good mother, and I didn’t measure up on either.”
“Stop that. I mean it.”
“You never lacked for anything—other than a solid place, a solid group of friends—and those mattered so much to you. You hated moving, and I kept that right up after the divorce. I was so afraid of making a mistake, admitting I’d made one, that I kept making them.
“You made your own place, your own life, so—”
“Not about me,” Morgan repeated. “Not now.”
“All right.” After letting out a long breath, Audrey nodded. “All right. I stayed because I loved him, and because I wanted you to have a father. I wanted—and it took a long time for me to understandit—but I wanted both of us to have what my parents had, what I had because of what they had together.”
“They loved each other. They loved you.”
“Always. Just always. I couldn’t make that happen for me, for you, and it made me feel like a failure.”
“He failed,” Morgan corrected. “He failed us.”
