Iâd call her my unofficial grandmother, but sheâs not nice enough to be a grandmother.â
âWhy do you keep her around?â Molly said.
âBecause sheâs indispensable,â he said.
âFascinating,â Molly said.
She couldnât help herself.
âMore sarcasm?â
âYou bring it out of me.â
âYour mother used to make everything my fault, too,â he said. âWhy donât you just give me the letter, before your fifteen minutes are up.â
Molly didnât care how crabby he sounded, she had at least made it from the game to his car to here.
âThe kitchenâs that way, if you want something to drink,â he said.
âIâm fine.â
She sat down on the long sofa, which was so soft she was afraid she would disappear inside it. It was like sheâd sat on some kind of cloud up at the top of the Ritz.
Josh Cameron held out his hand, as if asking her to give back something sheâd swiped. âThe letter.â
She stood up, walked over, and handed it to him. He handed her the remote for the television set. âWatch TV if you donât want something to drink. Or check out the view. Iâll be back in a few.â
He left her in the living room by herself, wondering how many other rooms there were in this place, wondering what Kimmy Evans would say if she knew where Molly was right now.
She thought about calling Sam, but the only thing to tell him at this point was that she was sitting here in Josh Cameronâs living room. So she turned on the television, volume down way low, and found the New England Sports Network channelâNESN, as it was known in Bostonâand watched the highlights of the Celtics game. For the second time tonight, she saw him doing all the amazing things heâd done to the 76ers. Some of them she felt as if she were watching for the first time, like sheâd missed them the first time around, even though sheâd been just twenty feet away.
When the woman talking about Josh and the Celtics started showing highlights of other games, she thought about her momâs letter.
She knew what was in it. Knew practically by heart because sheâd read it so many times.
Her mom told more in that letterâor maybe just told it betterâthan sheâd ever told Molly about Josh. She started from the time they first met in the bookstore at UConn. Sheâd asked what a jock was doing in a bookstore, and heâd told her, âIâm not like the other ones. Iâm more than a jock.â And how sheâd believed that for the longest time, until she began to figure out that he had settled for being a jock because that was the easiest way for him, that was the world he could control.
She kept loving him anyway, even as she felt him slipping away from her, telling her the whole while that he loved her as much as she loved him. As much as he loved basketball.
She finally decided that he would never love anything as much as he loved basketball. Or himself. Or at least the self, her mom wrote, that the world knew.
There was a lot more to it than that.
Later, she found out she was going to have a baby. She never considered telling him, because she could tell by then that a wife and a baby didnât fit his planâor his imageâbecause his only plan involved the National Basketball Association.
Her momâs parents were both dead by then. She had been planning for junior year abroad, anyway, had given up on Josh Cameron asking her not to go. So she went. She went and took the money she had inherited from her own mom and dad and fell in love with London and never came home.
Jen Parker said that she had planned to tell Molly the whole truth someday, when she was older. Maybe when Molly had become the college girl. But then Jen became sick. By that point Molly had actually figured some things out on her own, even though she didnât know the real surprise until Jen told
Lee Thomas
Ronan Bennett
Diane Thorne
P J Perryman
Cristina Grenier
Kerry Adrienne
Lila Dubois
Gary Soto
M.A. Larson
Selena Kitt