A Baby In The House

“That’s why I thought maybe she’d understand where I’m at emotionally right now. I don’t need another critic. I have enough of them, but I could use a mother.” She hated that her voice faltered.

Carly placed a comforting hand on her arm. “Then don’t go home angry. Go back over there,” she urged her. “Mom will have had some time to think about this and to get over her initial shock.”

“You really think I should?”

Carly nodded. “The two of you need to talk.”

“I’m not sure we can. You know what Mom’s like. Did she show you the latest book she bought for me?” When Carly shook her head, she said, “It’s How To Marry Your Soul Mate in One Year or Less.”

Carly grimaced. “She just wants you to be happy.”

Krystal groaned in frustration. “She wants me to be married. How are we going to be able to have an honest discussion about my being pregnant?”

“You’ve got to try, Krys. For your sake and for Mom’s,” her sister pleaded with her. “You should listen to me on this one. I don’t have pregnant hormones messing with my emotions. You do.”

As difficult as it was, Krystal took her sister’s advice and went back to the trailer park. When she got to her mom’s, there was no one home. Krystal figured she’d gone to the candle party with Edie after all.

She found the spare key under the clay pot with the red geraniums and let herself in. Feeling a craving for something sweet, she opened the freezer, grateful to see that her mother hadn’t changed. Inside was a half gallon of her favorite ice cream—mint chocolate chip. It was Krystal’s favorite, too.

She ate two scoops, then stretched out on the sofa. She turned on the TV, trying not to think about what lay ahead when her mother returned.

Only her mother didn’t return. At eleven Krystal looked up Jilly’s number in her mother’s address book.

“Hi, Jilly, it’s Krystal. I heard you were having a candle party tonight. My mom isn’t still there, is she?”

“No, Kryssie,” the older woman replied. “She never came to the party. Edie said she went with a friend to hear some band play over in Alex.”

Friend meaning man, Krystal deduced, since if it had been one of her girlfriends Jilly would have said her name. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to wait and find out, because with her mother it was always the same old story.

Krystal got in her car and drove back to St. Paul. The house at 14 Valentine Place was in darkness when she arrived. She was glad. What she didn’t need was to find Samantha and Garret in the kitchen at two in the morning. She used the side entrance and quietly climbed the stairs to the second floor, relieved to find her room was once again the haven it had always been. She shed her clothes and crawled into bed.

KRYSTAL AND HER MOTHER HAD argued in the past, but never had they gone for more than a day or two without talking to each other. Now more than a week had passed without any communication between them. Krystal had called and left several messages after returning home, but now with each passing day, it became more difficult for her to pick up the phone, especially when she wasn’t sure if her mother would hang up on her.

But it wasn’t only the possibility of her mother rejecting her that kept her from calling. Pride stood in the way of her making a peace overture. Normally Krystal wasn’t one to hold a grudge, but lately nothing seemed normal when it came to her emotions.

That’s why, when she arrived home from work on the day of Dena’s bridal shower and found her mother sitting in Leonie’s kitchen, she found herself angry. She struggled to keep her feelings in check, unsure what had transpired between her landlady and her mother, who sat with their heads together over coffee.

They looked as comfortable as if they were the best of friends, which shouldn’t have surprised Krystal. Leonie had a way of making guests feel at home in her kitchen. Krystal could only hope that Leonie’s empathetic nature hadn’t evoked any great urge on her mother’s part to pour her heart out on the subject of her daughter’s pregnancy.

“Mom! I didn’t expect to see you here.” Krystal could feel Leonie’s eyes on her and she hoped she didn’t sound as uneasy as she was feeling.

“Isn’t it a lovely surprise?” Leonie asked with her usual cheerful grin.

Lovely was not the adjective that came to mind for Krystal. Scary was more like it. In less than two hours the house would be filled with people showering good wishes on Dena, and her mother had chosen today to visit. Since she rarely drove to the city, Krystal wondered if she’d come to scold her or to reconcile with her.

“We’ve been getting to know each other better,” Leonie said as she rose to get a refill of coffee.

Krystal eyed her mother suspiciously, wondering what she’d said to her landlady. Had she told her they’d been fighting? Or worse yet, had she revealed the reason for the tension between them? Judging by Leonie’s jovial expression, Krystal didn’t think she had.

“Leonie told me you’re giving Dena a bridal shower tonight,” Linda commented.

Krystal nodded. “Yeah, and I have a lot to do before the guests arrive, so I should go upstairs.”

“Maybe I can help,” her mother offered.

It was her peace offering and Krystal knew she should behave like a grown-up and accept, but she’d discovered that during pregnancy her moments of maturity had a way of escaping when she least expected it. “No, I’m fine. I can manage.”

She could see she’d shocked Leonie. Her landlady leaned over to her mother, patted her forearm and said, “That’s very sweet of you to offer to help, Linda. We can always use an extra pair of hands in the kitchen.”

Only Krystal knew that her mother’s smile was forced. “Just give me an apron and tell me what to do.”

To Krystal’s dismay, that’s exactly what her landlady did. Her mother listened intently as Leonie launched into a description of the melon baskets and vegetable crudités they were going to serve. Krystal felt as if the rug was being pulled out from under her feet. She needed to talk to her mother and she needed to do it soon.

“Mom, maybe before you get started down here you could come with me upstairs. I have the party favors in my room and we still need to decorate the great room, too.”

“No, you don’t,” Leonie told her. “Lisa was over earlier today and took care of the decorating. Wait until you see what she’s done. She has white paper streamers everywhere and lots of balloons.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Linda beat her to a response. “I’d love to take a look.”

“Go ahead,” Leonie instructed with a wave of her arm. “It’s just down the hall and around the corner.”

Krystal suppressed her sigh of frustration. “We can take a look when we bring the party favors down from upstairs.” She motioned for her mother to follow her out of the kitchen.

She planned not to say another word until they were in her room, but at the top of the landing her mother said, “Your landlady’s a nice person. She’s very easy to talk to.”

Krystal turned to face her. “Just what did you tell her?”

“Nothing about—” she paused, then lowered her voice to a near whisper “—your condition.”

Krystal heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank God. My life is enough of a mess without having Leonie upset with me.”

“Oh, I see. It’s okay for you to have your mother upset with you but not Leonie?” she snapped.

“No, it’s not okay, but I’m not the one who hasn’t been returning phone calls this past week,” she shot back.

“I had my reasons.”

“And they would be…” she prodded.

“This hasn’t been easy for me, Kryssie.”

“And you think it has been for me?” She didn’t want to sound defensive, but that’s exactly how she felt. “You know, this really isn’t the best time to be having this conversation. I’m supposed to be getting ready for the shower. Why did you come down here today of all days?”

“Because I don’t want the next week to be like this past one has been. This nontalking has got to stop.”

“I’m not the one who hasn’t been talking!”

Aware that Dena could come home at any time and find the two of them arguing on the landing, Krystal pulled her mother by the arm into her room. She didn’t bother to ask her to sit down, but stood facing her, her hands on her hips.