June hung her emerald winter coat in the closet before walking to her family room. She collapsed onto the welcoming cushions of her foam-green love seat, a match to her sofa and armchair.
“About the same as I was when we spoke yesterday. How are you?” She turned up the volume on her Mom Hearing. She and Noah had always been close. But this evening, June sensed something more than that behind his attentiveness.
“Are you settling in okay in Trinity Falls?”
June’s brows knitted at the concern she heard in her child’s voice. Why is he still worrying about me? “Noah, I’ve told you I’m fine. This is your freshman year. You should be focusing on your classes.”
Her heart swelled with pride that her son had earned a full academic scholarship to Columbia University in New York. She gazed at the photos lining her fireplace mantel and the ones mounted to the walls. With very little effort, she relived events from her son’s birth to young adulthood: first day of kindergarten, first communion, confirmation, pee wee football, high school graduation and moving onto Columbia’s campus. She blinked away tears. Has any son ever made a mother prouder?
June swallowed the lump in her throat. “How are your classes?”
“They’re all right.” There was an echo behind Noah’s voice and muted conversations in the distance. He must be using his cell phone in the hallway again. Is he getting along with his roommate?
June arched a brow. “After ten weeks of classes, the best review you could give me is ‘all right’? Are you keeping up with your readings?”
“Yes, ma’am. It’s hard, but I’m making it work.” His sigh stirred all her maternal instincts. Is he getting enough sleep? Is he eating right? He gave up football. Is he still finding time to exercise?
June took a breath to ask him all of these questions again, but Noah spoke first.
“How was the Books and Bakery Halloween party?” His tone was too casual.
“It was nice. I had a good time.” Didn’t we talk about this yesterday?
June had attended Books & Bakery’s annual Halloween party and children’s story time on Saturday, which had been Halloween. Trinity Falls’s residents had crowded the bookstore and café. They were dressed as historical figures, or popular characters from comic books, novels, movies and television. June had gone as Florence Nightingale. She’d always admired the historical figure. She still wasn’t sure what Benjamin had been. Dressed in jeans, flannel shirt, and a tool belt, he’d claimed to be a handyman. June and Megan McCloud, Books & Bakery’s owner and the organizer of the Halloween event, had given him a D for effort.
“Are you sure you had a good time?” Noah persisted.
The virtual lightbulb came on in June’s brain. I’m going to ground him. “How long have you been using Darius to check up on me?” Silence. “Noah?” She used her best warning tone.
“I didn’t ask Darius to spy on you, Mom. I promise. You told me you were going to the party. And Darius told me some people have been giving you a hard time. I was worried something might have happened at the bookstore.”
“Noah, I can—”
“Take care of yourself. I know.” He sighed and June pictured her eighteen-year-old son taking on the weight of the world. “But just like a mother worries about her son, a son worries about his mother.”
June was momentarily speechless. Look at him, using my words to turn the tables on me. “Noah, I appreciate your concern, but I need you to remain focused on your future.”
“I wouldn’t be as worried if you were still living in Sequoia. Sequoia is familiar.”
June rose and paced across the room to the fireplace. “Neither of us expected Making an Event would file for bankruptcy the week Darius and I moved you into Columbia.”
She should have realized the marketing and event-planning company for which she’d worked for the past fourteen years was getting ready to close its doors forever. But she was a single parent, working a demanding job, and helping her son prepare for college.
“I guess Mayor Lopez offering you the job with Trinity Falls’s community center was like good news, bad news.” Noah still sounded troubled.
“It was all good news.” She injected even more confidence into her voice. “We must remember to count our blessings instead of our burdens. This job is an exciting change. It’s a promotion. The pay’s better. I was fortunate to sell our home quickly and for enough money to put a decent down payment on this one.”
“I remember what it was like when people in Sequoia rejected you. I don’t want you to go through that again.” The pain in her child’s voice ripped her heart in two.
“It’s not the same, Noah.” She wasn’t a young woman on her own with a baby to protect. She was a much more mature and battle-tested woman who’d single-handedly raised an impressive young man. “I already have friends in Trinity Falls.”
“People who aren’t that friendly are there, too.”
“What can I do to convince you that I’
m fine?” June paced back across the room and dropped onto the sofa.
“Tell me if people are giving you a hard time.”