about it all, of course. As a matter of fact. I was just
on the phone with him. He may even come here and
pay you a visit. By himself?" she added.
"What for?" I asked quickly.
"What for?" She laughed, "Why, to do the
responsible thing. He feels he has to take up the slack
Megan has left and continues to leave."
She smiled, really very happy about all this. "I'm surprised to hear he would worry about
me." I said skeptically.
"Don't be. You know that vow husbands and
wives take when they get married-- that for better or
worse one? Well. Grant is the type of man who takes
such things seriously. He's inherited Megan's mistakes
and he's not the sort who runs away from obligations. "Mistakes? If I heard that word used one more
time in reference to me. I'll scream loud enough for
my mother to hear," I threatened.
"Sometimes." she said ignoring me and running
her right forefinger along the top of my wheelchair. "I
wish my father would have had a son like Grant.
Why. if I had a brother with those qualities Grant
possesses, the family business would be so much
greater than it is. It's not easy for a woman in the
business world, no matter what sort of facade I
present.
"My mother was right about that." she said
looking up quickly. "but I didn't want to admit it so I pretended I was having no problems when I was always fighting an uphill battle. I really needed
someone like Grant at my side."
"Didn't you ever have anyone at your side?" I
asked her, half out of curiosity and half out of a desire
to press a needle into that self-contented smile. She stopped moving her finger, straightening