Part 30 (1/2)

I woke up tired and achy. Mac and Teri were in the kitchen with Hannah, who was, of course, cooking. I smelled bacon and coffee and was ravenous. Hannah greeted me when I walked into the kitchen.

”Well sleepy head. How do you feel?” She kissed my cheek.

”Fine, thanks.” I looked at the clock, nine-thirty. Christ, I slept for almost eleven hours.

”You still looked p.o.o.ped,” Mac said affectionately and Teri concurred.

I sat down and Hannah put a cup of coffee in front of me and patted my shoulder.

”Thanks, Hannah,” I said quietly. I'm going to miss her.

Maggie came into the kitchen. She looked rested but still had tiny circles under her eyes.

”Good morning,” she said smiling and kissed Hannah on the cheek. She poured herself a cup of coffee and asked if anyone needed a refill, then sat down next to Mac. He nudged her playfully.

”How're ya feeling?”

”Actually, I feel pretty good.” She looked at me. ”How do you feel this morning?”

”Fine, I slept like a rock.”

”You still look exhausted,” she said, frowning.

”Well, I guess I need a north woods fix. A month of solitude at my cabin should do me just fine,” I said a little coolly. Maggie stopped drinking her coffee and looked at me.

”Oh, please, you spend too much time up there alone as it is,” Teri said.

”It's where I belong,” I said, drinking my coffee.

”Well, Maggie, have you talked to your uncle?” Mac asked, and realized what he said.

Maggie patted his arm. ”It's okay. This will take some getting used to. I'm not sure I can call him Father yet, but yes, I talked to him. Charlie flew in as soon as he got Aunt Hannah's call. He and I talked about with Doc and Aunt Hannah. Poor Uncle Nathan was as devastated as Charlie. G.o.d, he's my brother. Now that will take some getting used to,” she said sarcastically and laughed. ”It was sad to see them so brokenhearted, but is does make sense now-how I've always felt closer to Uncle Nathan than to my father.”

I got up to get the coffeepot, Maggie offered to get it and I waved off her help.

”I can get it,” I said. She gave me a troubled look and didn't argue. I came back to the table and poured myself a cup.

Maggie continued. ”Uncle Nathan was shocked as I was. He suspected I was his daughter, but when Mother never admitted it, he never questioned her again, out of respect for her. He loved her. He knew Aunt Sarah was sick, but never expected anything like this. We stayed up till four talking about it all.”

As I poured Mac a cup of coffee, I looked at her. ”Is that where you were all night?” I asked.

I missed Mac's cup entirely and poured the coffee all over the table.

”Jesus, Katie!” Mac yelped and jumped up, wiping his pants.

”Christ, Mac. I'm so sorry,” I said, putting the pot down and handing him a napkin. He left the kitchen, mumbling to himself.

”Yes. Where did you think I was?” she asked, apparently confused.

I turned a little red. ”I thought perhaps you were with...” I couldn't finish my statement.

She gave me a shocked look. ”You thought I was with Allison?”

Hannah and Teri b.u.mped into each other trying to hurry out of the kitchen. I watched their b.u.mbling retreat.

”Well, it's not that far fetched,” I said in an irritated tone and not knowing why.

”Kate,” she started. ”I can't believe how much you've done. I will never be able to repay you.”

Repay me, so that's what she feels.

”Look, you owe me nothing. I will not have you feeling obligated to me,” I said as I tripped over my pride.

”Obligated? What in the...?” she started and stopped. ”Christ you're infuriating.”

”Me?” I said and leaned forward. ”Me?” I repeated.

”Yes, you!” She stormed out of the kitchen.

I'd had it. I struggled trying to get out the chair while holding my side. Christ what an ordeal.

I followed her into the living room. Mac, Teri and Hannah were sitting by the fire. They all turned to us when we made our noisy entrance. I grabbed Maggie's arm and turned her around.

”Talk about infuriating. You go running off again with that woman, right in the midst of all this, and you call me infuriating? You're lucky Hannah was listening on the extension, or you'd be dead right now. You stubborn, little...” I raised my voice. ”If I had half a brain, I would have yanked you right out of that car!”

”Why didn't you?” she asked. ”And keep your voice down!” she said just as loud.

”Why shouldn't everyone hear me? Arguing is what you and I seem to do best,” I said angrily then stopped. ”Why didn't I what?” I asked stupidly.

She took a deep breath. ”Why didn't you stop me?” she asked and looked right at me. Then she turned and went out onto the deck.

I stood there gaping at her.

Hannah got up, walked past me, came back with our jackets and helped me into mine before handing me the other.

”Good heavens, get this straightened out,” she ordered affectionately as she pushed me toward the door.

Epilogue.

I.

took a deep breath and walked onto the deck. It was a cold, dark November day and the sun was trying its best to peek through the clouds. Maggie was standing with her arms folded across her chest, s.h.i.+vering.

”You'd stand out here and freeze, wouldn't you?” I declared as I held her jacket for her.