THE DAVIS HOME
Davis walked into to the room to find her sister-in-law Grace Davis standing at
the sink and doing the dinner dishes. However, Grace didn't seem to be making
much progress. It seemed like she'd been doing the dishes for almost a
half an hour, yet she'd barely made a dent in the stack. Lorraine furrowed
her brow, clearly knowing that it shouldn't take that long to do the dishes, and
watched Grace closely. By the vacant and lost look on Grace's face, it
became immediately apparent to Lorraine that something was weighing heavily on
let me help you with those," Lorraine spoke up as she walked over to the
sink and picked up a dish towel. "You wash and I'll rinse and
"Douglas said that he didn't
want you doing anything to over exert yourself," Grace muttered and kept
her eyes focused on the sink full of suds to avoid meeting Lorraine's
eyes. "It won't be long before the baby's here and he doesn't want
you doing anything that might cause you any more problems."
exclaimed with a frown. "I would like to know how doing the
dishes is going to cause me to over exert myself. I swear, that brother of
yours treats me like an invalid!"
"Well, you did have all of
those problems with the baby and..." Grace's voice trailed off as she
returned her focus to the suds and took a deep breath.
"Okay. Out with it,"
Lorraine ordered sternly. "What's eating at you?"
"I...I don't know what you
mean," Grace stammered awkwardly and popped her head up to look at
"No, you're not. It's
written all over your face." Lorraine's eyes narrowed as she
inspected Grace closely. "So what's bothering you? You know,
you haven't really been acting like yourself for weeks now."
just...um..." Grace looked away in discomfort. "I guess
that Momma's death is harder on me than I realized. I know that she really
hadn't been in good health for years, but I'd always hoped that
maybe---somehow---things could be the way they used to be when I was little and
now...well...now we'll never get that second chance."
"Honey, your mother's death has
been hard for all of us---your brother included." Lorraine took a
plate out of Grace's hand and carefully ran it under the running water to rinse
away the suds. "But I think that there's more to it than that.
You've been acting rather odd around Trevor, too, and I would think that he'd be
the one you'd be most likely to confide in right now. You two have gotten
rather serious over the past few months and..."
"Why do you care what's going
on between me and Trevor?" Grace snapped, her tone startling
Lorraine. "Why do you care about me period? It's not like we're
best friends or anything! We've...we've barely even gotten along in the
past because of him and..."
"I...well..." It was
now Lorraine's turn to be uncomfortable and she quickly looked away as she dried
the plate and gently placed it into the dish rack before laying the dish towel
down onto the counter. "I know that we didn't exactly get off to a
very good start, but whatever I had---or might have had---with Trevor was over a
long time ago. I know that it took me a while to get over it, but I
did. Trevor Callison is a part of my past and he's a part of your
"Oh, Lorraine, I'm...I'm
sorry," Grace muttered as her eyes grew large with the realization of what
she'd said and how she'd reacted. "I really didn't mean to say
"No, it's all right,"
Lorraine nodded. "This has been hanging in the air between us for
months---ever since Douglas and I got married, in fact. As difficult as
this situation between your brother and me has been, I should have realized that
it would be just as awkward for you considering...well..." She paused
and took a deep breath. "I wasn't exactly very nice to you at the
time, was I?"
"I really don't hold that
against you. It was an awkward situation for all of us. I'm not sure
I would have reacted any better if I had been in your position. I
never...wanted things to happen between me and Trevor the way that they did,
"I know," Lorraine sighed
and leaned against the counter, the dishes in the sink having been forgotten in
favor of more important things. "I just want you to know that I've
put my relationship with Trevor in the past. It took me a long time to get
past everything that happened, but I realized that it wasn't going to do me any
good to hang onto some foolish kind of jealous rage. Trevor and I just
weren't meant to work out. Neither were Paddy and I, for that
matter." She hesitated and looked down vacantly down at the floor.
"Lorraine, I'm sorry,"
Grace spoke up as she carefully put her hand on her sister-in-law's
shoulder. "I really shouldn't have brought any of this up."
"No, it's all right,"
Lorraine sighed. "Everything happens for a reason. I'm
discovering that I'm happier with Douglas more than I ever thought I could
be. Actually, I think I'm...well...."
"Grace, Trevor loves you with
all of his heart," Lorraine continued with a completely different
thought. "Even I can see that. Don't shut him out like I know
you've been doing. If anyone can be there for you and help you to deal
with your mother's death, it's him."
know..." Grace's voice trembled slightly as she thought about the
real reasons for her distance from Trevor.
"Just give him a chance to be
there for you," Lorraine urged. "I know he wants to be
there. Whatever it is that you're going through, talk to him about
it. I'm sure he can..."
The ringing of the doorbell intruded
on their conversation.
"Saved by the bell," Grace
quipped with a half smile.
"Just let me see who that is
and---if you want---we can finish this conversation in a minute."
"O-okay," Grace nodded,
uncertain whether it was a conversation she truly wished to continue.
As Lorraine walked out of the
kitchen and through the living room to the front door, she gently rested her
hand on her swollen stomach so that she could feel the slight rumblings of the
baby inside. It would only be a few more weeks and she would be a
mother---a fact that both thrilled and terrified her. However, those
thoughts were quickly pushed out of her head when she opened the door to see who
was on the other side.
she gasped, more than a little surprised by the timing of his visit.
"Hello, Lorraine," he
smiled awkwardly, "I...I hope Grace is home. I really...want to talk
She nervously bit her lip and
glanced back towards the kitchen. Would her words of advice be
heeded? Would Grace actually see him after weeks of avoidance?