âIs she doing that? Iâm so sorry. Iâd hoped sheâd let it go. We talked about it.â
âYou and she talked about it. You didnât say squat to me.â
âI should have.â
âHow long has she been doing this?â
âAbout six weeks. I talked to the pediatrician. She thinks itâs a way for Emily to have some control in herlife, and maybe a way to get us to do what she wants. She didnât get a say in the divorce or having you gone. Sheâs punishing us.â
âCouldnât she just throw a tantrum and be done with it?â
âTell me about it.â
He sat on the corner of the desk. âSo how does this work? She ate last night.â
âSure. She wore red. I brought spaghetti, a salad made of red-leaf lettuce and we had strawberry short-cake for dessert. Whatâs she wearing this morning?â
âPurple. I made pancakes and bacon. So far sheâs ignoring it.â
âBlueberries are good on purple days. Al thoughâ¦when I saw the doctor last week, she pointed out that if we were willing to hold out against her and not give her what she wanted, eventually hunger would force her to eat.â
Starve his daughter? He couldnât imagine it. âDid it work?â
âI was too chicken to try.â
âGreat. So I get to be the bad guy?â
âItâs only a suggestion. You have to do what you think is right.â
His gut told him that the doctor was on to somethingâEmily would eventually get hungry and eat what was served. But was that how he wanted to start their summer together? There was also the matter of the social worker. He could only imagine that interview as Emily complained that her bully of a father hadnât fed her in two days.
âHow the hell am I supposed to know whatâs right?â he asked, more to himself than Carly.
âYou were always a good father, Mac.â
âAbsolutely. Right up until I disappeared from her life. Some kind of hero, huh?â
Carly was silent for a couple of seconds, then she said, âEmily doesnât know Iâm seeing anyone. Brian and I have been dating about two months, but I havenât introduced them. I want to be sure itâs going to last.â
He didnât care about his ex-wife seeing a guy, but he hated the thought of his daughter having another father in her life.
âI wonât tell her,â he said.
âThanks. I wish I could be more helpful on the food thing.â
âIâll deal with it. I suppose in some courts, the judge would say I earned it.â
âYou need to give both of you some time,â Carly told him. âThatâs what this summer is about.â
âI know. Iâll send you an e-mail in a couple of days and let you know how things are going.â
âI appreciate that. Take care, Mac.â
âYou, too.â
He hung up the phone and returned to the kitchen.
Emily sat where heâd left her. The only change was the stuffed rhino in her arms.
âElvis have any advice for me?â he asked.
Wariness filled her wide blue eyes as she shook her head.
âJust like a rhino. I canât get him to shut up when Iâmdriving. Heâs always telling me what lane to be in and where to turn. But now, when I need some instructions, he doesnât say a word.â
Emily bit down on her lower lip. Mac hoped it was to keep from smiling.
He gave an exaggerated sigh. âPurple, huh?â
She nodded.
âOkay, kiddo. Letâs hit the grocery store and get you some breakfast.â
âCan I have Pop-Tarts?â she asked as she slid off the chair. âTheyâre purple.â
âUnless I can find some purple bacon, we may end up there.â He made a mental note to get some kid vitamins. The multicolored kind. And wondered what on earth he was going to cook on the days she wore blue.
CHAPTER THREE
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Grant Workman, Mary Workman