seemed determined to make this a long good-bye. “Will you see me to the door?"
Was he deliberately trying to torment her? Intentional or not, he was doing a damn good job. “You know the way."
"I want a last word with you.” Robert put his hands back in his pockets and spread his feet apart. “I was hoping you could talk to Larry. He seems crushed."
"You're on your own with Larry and with Kevin.” Emily stepped back into the dining room and moved aside so he could pass. “Will you go, please?"
He took a tentative step toward her. “Have you told Kevin about ... us?"
She drew a deep breath. “He already knew."
Pain ripped across Robert's face. “Who told him?"
"He saw you with Susan in a restaurant over a month ago."
Under his tan, Robert turned an ash gray. “How did he react?"
"He's hurt and angry and feeling like a traitor. He couldn't bring himself to tell me.” Emily moved toward the front door. “I'll see you out. I have to take Boo for his walk.” She whistled and Boo came bounding toward her, wagging his tail furiously.
Robert reached down to stroke his head. “I remember the day I brought this rascal home. He wasn't much more than a little ball of black fluff."
What did this man want from her? He had betrayed her with another woman and walked out of her life. He had compounded that treachery by doing irreparable injury to her sons. And now he wanted to reminisce about, of all things, a dog? “Do you want custody of Boo?"
Robert stopped and stood very still. “You know better than that. I gave Boo to you. He was a birthday present."
"Everything else you gave me, you've taken back. Why not Boo, too?” She bit her tongue to stop her tirade. “I believe you were leaving."
Robert opened the front door. “Will you talk to Larry, try to explain to him?"
"I can't explain infidelity and adultery and desertion to someone as naive and trusting as Larry. Don't ask me to try."
He flinched. “You are not making this any easier."
Emily reached for Boo's leash. “I can't think of any reason why I should."
Stooping, she busied herself with the task of hooking Boo's leash to his collar. As she straightened, she said, “Move please."
Robert turned on his heel and walked away without looking back. Hurrying down the steps, he got into his car and gunned the motor, spinning gravel as he sped away. When he was well down the road, Emily tightened her hold on Boo's leash and led him down the walk.
She returned some thirty minutes later to find Larry sitting at the desk in the living room with an open book before him. Hanging Boo's leash on a hook, Emily questioned, “Are you still doing homework?"
Ignoring her inquiry, Larry asked, “What made him change? He didn't used to be that way."
"We all change.” It wasn't much of an answer. It was all she could think of to say.
Larry closed the book and turned to face her. “He isn't coming back, is he?"
Emily sat on the couch and Boo curled up at her feet. “No, and we have to accept that."
Standing, Larry pushed his chair back and closed his book. “I'm going upstairs."
"You can't keep running forever.” Emily called out, as he rushed past her. “Sooner or later you have to face the truth and deal with it."
Larry stopped abruptly. “I can't, Mom. I can't face Dad leaving us."
"He isn't leaving you.” She got a grip on her emotions. “Only cowards run away from reality".
That struck a nerve. “I'm not leaving because I'm afraid."
"I think you are,” she answered softly.
He retraced his footsteps and sat beside her. “You're right. I'm scared, I'm really scared."
She knew what that admission must have cost him. “So am I, but running away from that fear won't change what is."
"It's not fair!” Larry struck the side of the couch with his fist.
"Nothing in life is.” She was speaking to the child she had always considered a gift from God. But he was no longer a child. He was a young adult poised on the brink of manhood. She had