for me to talk to him, when heâs still reeling from the effects of what heâs done.â
âHeâs got to go to work tomorrow. What about today?â
âIf heâs drunk now, this isnât a good time to talk. Tomorrow morning would be best, before work and before he can fall into his normal routine. If heâll talk to me tomorrow morning, I can take him out for breakfast before he goes to work.â
âYou would do that? You donât even know him. Or me. Why are you doing this?â
Using more courage than he had for years, Randy stepped back and reached for Laceyâs hand. He intertwined their fingers, just as she had done to him before she learned of his history, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, taking advantage of the fact that Susan was watching, making it awkward for Lacey to pull away. Again, he looked at Lacey while he spoke to Susan. âIâm doing it because I want to help anyone get out of the grip of the trap of alcohol abuse. Itâs what God has called me to do. Youâre also Laceyâs sister. So thatâs two good reasons.â
His heart pounded while he waited, but Lacey didnât pull her hand away. Even though it wasnât the best situation, and he knew he wasnât playing fair, he wasnât ready to let go of her hand. He hadnât had much physical contact in his life until he becamefriends with Bobâs family and got to know Bobâs mother. His head swam with the sensation of holding Laceyâs warm hand in his.
âHow will you do that?â Susan asked. âDonât you have to go to work in the morning?â
Not releasing Laceyâs hand, he turned back to Susan. âYes, but I work at the mall, so I donât have to be there until nine-fifteen. Most people are already at work by the time Iâm just getting out of bed in the morning. I have plenty of time to take Eric out for breakfast.â
Susanâs voice shook as she spoke. âIâll phone Lacey later and let her know what Eric says. I should go. Itâs past time for my daughterâs nap, and I really should take her home. Besides, Iâm not being very good company.â Susan stood and turned to leave the room, but she only took a single step, froze, then turned to Randy.
âI donât know how to thank you for what youâre offering.â Tears again welled up in her eyes, and she sniffled. âI donât even know your name.â
Since Randy was holding Laceyâs right hand with his left, he extended his free right hand and enclosed Susanâs smaller hand in his own. âMy name is Randy,â he said. Fortunately, he didnât have to say the rest to Susan, at least not today. Heâd said it so many times it was automatic in certain circles, but here he struggled with the words as he recited the next part mentally. And Iâm an alcoholic.
He released Susanâs hand so she could go home. Before she took one step, the same children whoâd jumped up on Bryce earlier wrapped themselves around Susanâs legs. The boy looked like he was in the first couple of years of grade school and the little girl looked like she was in preschool, which made sense if her mother said she needed a nap.
Susan smiled weakly, and twined her fingers in the little girlâs hair. âThese are my children, Shawn and Kaitlyn. I guess youâll probably be seeing a lot of them. Kids, this is Randy.â
They clung their motherâs legs, stared at his hand joined with Laceyâs, then looked up at him with big, wide eyes.
âHi, kids,â Randy said, not knowing quite what to do. He liked children, but he didnât have a lot of experience with them, which, with his history, was not a bad thing. Heâd messed up his own life enough.
âCome on, Shawn, Kaitlyn. Itâs time to go home.â
In the blink of an eye, the three of them were gone.
Randy turned to Lacey and gave the
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