So, you put in a no-show for the turkey," Sean said. "What's up with that? You're stateside, you're not that far away…." "I have things to do here, Sean," he said. "And I explained to Mother-I can't leave Art and I can't take him on a trip." "So I heard. And that's your only reason?" "What else?" "Oh, I don't know," he said, as if he did know what else. "Well then, you'll be real happy to hear this-I'm bringing Mother to Virgin River for Thanksgiving." Luke was dead silent for a moment. "What!" Luke nearly shouted into the phone. "Why the hell would you do that?" "Because you won't come to Phoenix. And she'd like to see this property you're working on. And the helper. And the girl." "You aren't doing this to me," Luke said in a threatening tone. "Tell me you aren't doing this to me!" "Yeah, since you can't make it to Mom's, we're coming to you. I thought that would make you sooo happy," he added with a chuckle in his voice. "Oh God," he said. "I don't have room for you. There's not a hotel in town." "You lying sack of shit. You have room. You have two extra bedrooms and six cabins you've been working on for three months. But if it turns out you're telling the truth, there's a motel in Fortuna that has some room. As long as Mom has the good bed in the house, clean sheets and no rats, everything will be fine." "Good. You come," Luke said. "And then I'm going to kill you." "What's the matter? You don't want Mom to meet the girl? The helper?" "I'm going to tear your limbs off before you die!" But Sean laughed. "Mom and I will be there Tuesday afternoon. Buy a big turkey, huh?" Luke was paralyzed for a moment. Silent and brooding. He had lived a pretty wild life, excepting that couple of years with Felicia, when he'd been temporarily domesticated. He'd flown helicopters in combat and played it loose with the ladies, taking whatever was consensually offered. His bachelorhood was on the adventurous side. His brothers were exactly like him; maybe like their father before them, who hadn't married until the age of thirty-two. Not exactly ancient, but for the generation before theirs, a little mature to begin a family of five sons. They were frisky Irish males. They all had taken on a lot: dared much, had no regrets, moved fast. But one thing none of them had ever done was have a woman who was not a wife in bed with them under the same roof with their mother. "I'm thirty-eight years old and I've been to war four times," he said to himself, pacing in his small living room, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. "This is my house and she is a guest. She can disapprove all she wants, work her rosary until she has blisters on her hands, but this is not up to her." Okay, then she'll tell everything, was his next thought. Every little thing about me from the time I was five, every young lady she'd had high hopes for, every indiscretion, my night in jail, my very naked fling with the high-school vice-principal's daughter…. Everything from speeding tickets to romances. Because that's the way the typical dysfunctional Irish family worked-they bartered in secrets. He could either behave the way his mother expected, which she considered proper and gentlemanly and he considered tight-assed and useless, or he could throw caution to the wind, do things his way, and explain all his mother's stories to Shelby later.
( Robyn Carr )
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