shoes
against the wall when we got into the house.”
Natalie
bit her lip. One thing she’d read online about Down syndrome was that some
children got frustrated in certain situations. Raising Emily all by himself
couldn’t have been easy for Flynn.
“In
fact, Rory, why don’t you go fetch her now we’re ready to eat. Natalie you want
to sit over there.” He pointed to the table that sat in front of the window.
Natalie
stood, walked over to it and sat. She saw Rory turning the corner of the
kitchen with Emily in tow.
“Hi
Emily,” said Natalie.
“Hi.”
She slid into the seat opposite her and folded her arms over her chest with a
distant pout. “Can I come back to the motel with you?”
Natalie
looked up, thrown by the request. Oh how she’d loved to have her do that. The two of them together. Her getting to
know her daughter.
“I’m
the bad daddy tonight,” said Flynn, setting down a platter of what looked like
homemade, and perfectly grilled hamburgers, in the middle of the table.
“You
wouldn’t let me see my calf,” she said pointing to him. She stomped her foot and
it shook the table.
“Hey,
hey, young lady. Continue like that and you’ll be eating
your supper alone in your room. And what will Natalie think about you?”
I’d love her no matter what she did.
Flynn
brought over some buns and a basket of French fries while Rory carried ketchup
and steak sauce to the table and both men sat.
“I’m
not going to talk to you,” said Emily crossing her arms over her chest again.
Natalie
saw her lower lips quiver. Was she going to cry? She so wanted to comfort her,
but it wasn’t her business. She was a bystander not a parent. She had to keep
remembering that.
“Then
I guess it will be just me and Natalie going to Missoula tomorrow to buy knitting
supplies.”
“I’m
coming too,” said Emily.
“Not
if you don’t stop pouting and eat your dinner, you’re not.”
“Wow,
you’re going to be missing out on things big time,” said Rory.
Natalie
had to bite her lip to prevent herself from laughing when Emily quickly picked
up her fork and began eating the burger Rory had placed on her plate.
“You
want more good news?” Flynn asked her.
“What?”
asked Emily.
“Natalie’s
going to teach you how to knit.”
Emily
looked at her. She was sure she saw Jon’s eyes looking back at her and she had
to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. What would he think of
Emily? He’d love her too, she knew he would.
“I’m
going to make baby stuff,” she said.
“Did
Flynn tell you that our youngest brother and his wife are having a baby?” asked
Rory.
“Yes,
I did hear that,” said Natalie.
“He’s
going to be my cousin,” said Emily pointing to herself .
“What
if it’s a she?” asked Rory.
Emily
shook her head. “It’s a boy.”
Flynn
winked at Natalie.
“So
Emily, apart from spilled paint what did you do at school today?” asked Rory,
taking more salad.
“We
did some singing, and then we played basketball.”
“Wow,
I wish I was at school again,” said Rory. “All I did was work, work, work .”
“You
like school?” Natalie asked her.
She
shrugged. “It’s okay. I get to be with my friends.”
“You
must have done lots of studying to be a lawyer,” said Flynn.
“Oh
yeah, more than I ever really wanted to do.”
“So
why did you choose law?” asked Rory.
“My
father’s an attorney, and both my grandfathers were too so I suppose as they
didn’t have a grandson, it was up to me to continue the tradition.”
Natalie
watched Emily listening to her, twisting a lock of her hair as she did so. I’m
talking about your family, your grandparents, great grandparents, but you don’t
know it.
“I’m
full,” said Emily. “Can I go and see the calf and take Natalie with me?”
“Honey, it’s dark out there and the calf needs to sleep and so
do you if we’re going to Missoula tomorrow.”
“ Pleeeeease .”
Flynn
shook his