Page 78 of The Cannon
She waves his comment off.
“What are you talking about? Beauregard smiled at the sight. You remarked on it at the time!”
“My darling that was gas, not art appreciation.”
“Let’s get to the dessert,” Atticus says.
“The Godfather has spoken.”
Brick loves to tease his little brother. No matter they’re in their thirties.
January enters the room with the multi-tiered cake. It’s a thing of beauty.
“And no, I didn’t make this,” she says chuckling.
“I could teach you how to make it if you’re interested,” Grandma Birdie offers.
Brick starts laughing and gets a napkin thrown at his head.
“Thanks for the offer, Grandma, but it’s just not my thing. I’d rather be the one who enjoys it than the one who creates it.”
“Understood, dear. Would you like Grandma to make some baby food for Beauregard? I used to do all Boone’s food when he was a baby.”
“Back in the Dark Ages,” Boone teases.
“Now that I’m interested in. Yes. Thank you, Grandma.”
“I’ll pass the plates,” Charlotte says standing up.
Sawyer’s cell sounds. He removes it from his pocket and recognizes the caller.
“Excuse me, I have to take this. It’s Jude’s mother.”
The entire table knows the situation with Jude and about the foster father’s illness. There are only sympathetic faces.
He walks out of the dining room and I hear the back door open and close.
“What’s happening there? Did they tell him?” Brick asks.
“It was supposed to be today. That’s most likely what the mother’s calling about.”
“Poor child. It breaks my heart to see his sad little face,” Grandpa Davis says. The tears that well in his eyes threaten to release.
“What’s going to happen to him when he has to leave the family? Is the next foster family in place?” my father asks.
“I don’t think it happens that quickly. I’m not even sure when he’s going to be leaving. It’s all up in the air as far as I know. It kills me to think of him being…”
Without warning the tears come. Shit!Stop it, Bristol!
“Oh, honey!” my mother says rising and coming around the table. “Trade places with me,” she orders Atticus.
He’s more than agreeable to the request. Her arms go around me and hold tight.
“It’s alright. Everything will work out as it should. You’ll see.”
Before another thing is said, Sawyer reenters the room. “Jude ran away. Im going to go to the house and look for him. He couldn’t have got far.”
“Shit. He’s not in a good area. And it’s pitch black already,” I say standing.
