let you down professionally.”
Spencer looked shamed faced. “Jen, this has got out of hand.”
“No,” she paused. “Actually maybe you’re right. Let’s rein it in. Your protocol to keep hired help at an arm’s distance appears to be effective. I’ll take that one gem of knowledge like this away with me.”
She stripped the bed and Spencer watched in horror, knowing if he offered to help it would only make the situation even more awkward. With all her courage, she put fresh sheets on, vacuumed the room and cleaned the bathroom. As she walked out of the bedroom, Spencer reached for her hand. It was so tiny it was like trying to grab grains of sand in the wind.
“Jenna?”
His eyes met hers.
“Good luck with your niece. I hope she hangs on and I hope the researchers keep getting closer to a breakthrough. Never put that little girl at arm’s length.”
With that, Jenna left the flat, locked the door and burst into a flood of tears.
*
When Jenna stomped into the diner, she wasn’t expecting to see her family there,being waited on hand and foot by Kelly, who was using them as an excuse to work slow and enjoy the banter. The expression of her best friend, younger sister, mother and even her toddler niece were of marked disappointment.
“Baby Girl,” cooed Jenna’s mother, Hannah, giving her a hug.
“I was promised the cat was going to be dragging in something much more impressive than this,” snipped Liana.
Even Zada, who spoke very little, looked her aunt up and down and blew a raspberry.
“What, just for once, you couldn’t come in looking like a glamorous skank that was on the town all night at some massive charity gala instead of a drab old cleaner?”
Kelly shoved the paper that was spread open on the table of the booth her family shared, showing Jenna the pictures of Spencer and Jenna. The photographs were colored and they did look stunning, but nowhere near as radiant as they’d been in the flesh.
“The clock struck midnight,” scowled Jenna, sidling in next to her mother.
The women realized this was something of a taboo topic. They sat in silence awaiting Jenna’s guidance on how to discuss what was the event of the decade.
“Correction. The clock struck 5.30 am.”
“Oh no you didn’t,” said Liana, placing her hands over baby Zada’s ears.
“Oh yes I did and now I really wish I hadn’t.”
“What, he awful in bed? Tiny downstairs?” prompted Kelly.
“Girl, it’s breakfast and my granddaughter’s here. Keep your mind out of the gutter.”
“No and No,” answered Jenna.
“If he’s good in the sack and had a healthy cock, why on earth are you here now?” squealed her mother, laughing.
The three young women caught one another’s eyes.
“Settle yourselves,” said Hannah. “Baby Zada doesn’t know what I’m talking about and we’re all women of the world. You think moms can’t talk about sex?”
“I think they should talk about sex with their own friends,” announced Liana, completely grossed out.
“Let’s be mature now,” ordered Hannah, slamming her fist on the stainless steel table.
“How’d you end up in the diner at 8 am, when you should be in that pretty British boy’s bed right now?”
“He didn’t want me there.”
“I’m getting her favorite breakfast and taking a break,” screeched Kelly.
However, no matter how low her appetite, there was no way Jenna was able to resist the lure of the waffles with fresh cream, banana, walnuts and caramel sauce.
“What happened?” started Kelly.
“The night was indescribably perfect. Spencer’s father, mother and two older brothers are all in the medical professional, high up in their fields of expertise. Turns out Spencer just didn’t have the same knack. Not that he’s thick. Chatting with his father, he excelled academically and got into computers and literally made himself a billionaire.”
“Yeah, but mummy and daddy had the money to give him the education he needed and
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