two seconds. You’ll understand when you’re driving.”
“That’s a long time from now.”
“Not so long. Just three years.”
“That’s forever.”
As the light turned green and she accelerated, Claire privately knew better. Forever was never a long time.
For years, it had just been the two of them. Wes probably didn’t realize it, but he was her stability, her rock. No matter what was going on in their lives, she could count on Wes to be her partner. Now it looked like that relationship was changing.
“You can try the radio again if you want.”
After a moment’s pause, Wes pushed the button and again went through the whole process, just like he hadn’t heard a word she said. As Christina got replaced by Pink and then by some rapper, Claire had had enough. Pushing the power button in, an abrupt silence permeated the interior of the car.
Wes scowled. “What did you do that for?”
“You know why. You pushing button after button gives me a headache.”
“There’s no good music on.”
“I told you we could pop in a cassette.”
“Mom, your car has to be the only one in Ohio that still has a cassette player. We need a CD player. Or better yet, an iPod. You can get an attachment so you can hear your iPod in the car.”
So much for Wes being her partner. If he was, he’d realize she was pretty darn happy to have a car, an apartment, food and money in the bank. “Maybe next year.”
“It’s always next year.”
“We used to hope for the very things we have now,” she pointed out, just about at the end of her patience. “I’m surprised you’ve forgotten what life was like, living in our van.”
He slumped. “I haven’t forgotten. I just get sick of never having what everyone else has. Here in Lane’s End everyone has stuff I don’t.”
“Even rich kids want things they don’t have, Wes. You need to learn to be happy with what you’ve got. Count your blessings.”
“You tell me that every day.”
“Obviously I need to. What is going on with you? Is it the wrestling meet? Is your shoulder bothering you?”
“No.”
“What? And don’t say nothing. We’re almost at Skyline Chili. I don’t want you pulling this attitude in front of Dr. Slattery—especially since he was nice enough to ask us out to eat.”
His eyes narrowed. “How come he invited us, anyway? How come Dr. Slattery is always talking to you?”
Well, there it was. Wes was wondering what was going on with Ty and herself. And since she didn’t really know, Claire decided to slowly feel her way through the conversation. “I didn’t realize Ty was always talking to me.”
“Mom, he sat near you when he ate pancakes. I saw. Now he wants us to go out for chili with him.”
“Why are you asking me about this now? You’re the one who wanted to go out to eat. I tried to go home. Remember?”
“I remember. It’s just that we never go out to eat.”
“You know the reason for that. So, you only wanted to go out because it’s a restaurant meal?”
“Maybe I like talking to Dr. Slattery sometimes. He’s pretty cool. For someone so old.”
Claire curbed a smile. The way Wes spoke, it sounded like Ty was ancient. And she definitely knew her son liked being around men and doing “guy” stuff. Maybe this meal wasn’t such a bad idea, after all. Choosing her words carefully, Claire said, “You know, Ty is pretty cool. And going out to eat during the week is pretty special. Maybe he feels the same way. Dr. Slattery lives alone, you know.”
The conversation paused as Claire slowly turned right, then left. There weren’t too many cars on the street, which was a real blessing. The little Corolla did okay in bad weather but was no match against the powerful SUVs that seemed to be the norm in Lane’s End.
Like Wes, sometimes she found herself wishing for things she didn’t have.
Wes broke the silence just as the bright blue and yellow Skyline Chili sign loomed about a hundred yards away. “So. Do you like him?”
“I like Dr. Slattery fine.”
“I mean like a boyfriend.”
The question was as jarring as the mishmash of rock tunes had been. “No. I don’t want a boyfriend.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve already been married. Once was enough for me.”
“He’s probably rich. Doctors always are.”
“It doesn’t matter if he’s rich or not. We’re joining him for dinner, not a future,” she attempted to explain as finally—finally—they pulled into the parking lot and parked. “There is a difference.”
“I know that. But, if you did date him, I wouldn’t care. Very much.”
What would he not care about? That she was dating? That it was Ty? That he was rich? “Thank you for that.”
The car was still running. Conscious of the price of gasoline, she turned off the engine but made no move to get out.
Claire had a feeling that Ty was looking out the window and wondering why they hadn’t just unbuckled and gone on in. But this was important. Hesitantly, she said, “Do you want to talk about things?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
That almost made her laugh. As far as Claire was concerned, they had everything to talk about! “Everything changes, Wes. You’re growing up and becoming more independent. I’m working hard and learning to be independent, too. I guess it’s no longer just the two of us against the world.”
“When we were in the shelter—we had Tessa and Keaton.”
Thinking of Tessa, who’d helped her so much while she’d been in the hospital and Keaton Phillips, the cop her friend had married, Claire said softly, “We still have them. You stay with them one weekend a month still.”
“I like my visits with them.”
“Do you want to see them more often?” Claire’s heart broke, wondering if she was ever going to be good enough for her son.
“No.” His hand on the door, he turned to her. “I’m sorry I said all that about the radio.”
“I know. I’m sorry we don’t have a CD player.”
Twin splotches of color stained his cheeks. “I shouldn’t have said that, either.”
“It’s okay to want things, honey. I want things, too.”
“I’m saving for an iPod.”
“That’s good. I’m saving for a new couch. But while I’m looking forward to everything I want, I think I’m going to go enjoy a dinner out with a man who wants to be our friend. Sound like a plan?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then. Let’s not keep him waiting any longer. He’ll think we stood him up.”
Wes’s eyes widened. Before Claire had even put the keys in her purse, he’d scrambled out of the car, hopped up on the sidewalk and run into the restaurant.
She followed at a much slower pace.
TY AND WES were already diligently reading menus when she arrived in the seating area after taking a quick trip to the ladies’ room to wash her hands. To her surprise,