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Authors: E. Lynn Harris
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sick tonight, and I need someone to come up and just hold the babies. You don’t have to read to them or anything. Just hold them. They love being held,” Windsor said with a big warm smile.
“I wish I could, but I have a date this evening with Basil,” Yancey said. She started toward the bar area for a bottle of sparkling water.
“No, you don’t,” Windsor said.
Yancey turned around and quizzed, “What did you say?”
“Basil called and said he was going to be real late because one of his clients came into town unexpectedly and he was taking him to dinner.”
“I can’t believe this shit! What were you doing answering my private line?” Yancey demanded.
“I didn’t. He called me on my phone. He said he knew you were in class.”
“Oh, did he?” Yancey asked curtly. She studied Windsor’s face to try and determine if there was anything smug about the way she was looking at her. There was not. She could feel her own face begin to flush. She couldn’t wait to tell Basil never to cancel their plans with her roommate. He was also due for another lecture on who was first in his life—Yancey, not the three Cs . . . Cade, Campbell, or Clients.
“So, will you help? I promise you won’t regret it. The babies are all just so beautiful.”
Yancey took a few steps and dropped herself on the couch and picked up the remote control before announcing, “I’m going to watch that millionaire show and I don’t do babies. They don’t like me and I don’t like them!”
A surprised and disappointed Windsor turned and walked out the door.
THE next morning Windsor walked into the kitchen for a glass of juice. Yancey was leaning against the sink, fully made up with a satisfied smile on her face. She was drinking coffee from a black-and-yellow mug from the show
Cats
.
“Good morning. How are you doing?” Yancey asked.
“I’m blessed and highly favored,” Windsor replied as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a plastic jug of cranberry juice.
“I have something for you,” Yancey said. She pulled an envelope out of her pocket and handed it to Windsor.
“What’s this?”
“Open it and see.”
Windsor tore open the light-pink envelope with Yancey’s full name and address personalized in black script lettering. On the inside was a check made payable to Hale House in the amount of fifteen hundred dollars.
“Yancey, this is too much. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Sure. I’m sorry about last night, and I just wanted to do something.” Yancey smiled.
“We appreciate this, but I still think you ought to come and hold the babies.”
Yancey poured herself another cup of coffee. Her back was to Windsor as she said softly, “I told you I’m not good with kids. Maybe the money will help for some baby holders.”
“We don’t pay the volunteers. Don’t you plan to have children when you get married?”
“I’ll deal with that road when I come to it. I don’t even know if I’ll ever get married. Right now all I want to do is concentrate on my career.”
“We sure had you pegged wrong,” Windsor said. She took a sip of her juice.
“What are you talking about?”
“Back at Howard. Some of the girls in the dorm just figured you’d be married with a lot of kids by now to that ROTC guy . . . What was his name?” Windsor asked.
“That was in the past, let’s leave it there. Is that check enough?”
“It’s wonderful, Yancey, thank you. I will drop this check off with Lorraine Hale right after I leave work today,” Windsor said as she moved toward Yancey and covered her slender body with both of her large arms and whispered, “The babies thank you from the bottom of their little hearts.”
12
I WAS IN my office getting ready to call Yancey and apologize for breaking our date when my assistant, Kendra, buzzed me and told me she was on the line. I didn’t know what to expect since she hadn’t picked up her phone after I called her when I got home.
“Hey, baby. Did you
“I wish I could, but I have a date this evening with Basil,” Yancey said. She started toward the bar area for a bottle of sparkling water.
“No, you don’t,” Windsor said.
Yancey turned around and quizzed, “What did you say?”
“Basil called and said he was going to be real late because one of his clients came into town unexpectedly and he was taking him to dinner.”
“I can’t believe this shit! What were you doing answering my private line?” Yancey demanded.
“I didn’t. He called me on my phone. He said he knew you were in class.”
“Oh, did he?” Yancey asked curtly. She studied Windsor’s face to try and determine if there was anything smug about the way she was looking at her. There was not. She could feel her own face begin to flush. She couldn’t wait to tell Basil never to cancel their plans with her roommate. He was also due for another lecture on who was first in his life—Yancey, not the three Cs . . . Cade, Campbell, or Clients.
“So, will you help? I promise you won’t regret it. The babies are all just so beautiful.”
Yancey took a few steps and dropped herself on the couch and picked up the remote control before announcing, “I’m going to watch that millionaire show and I don’t do babies. They don’t like me and I don’t like them!”
A surprised and disappointed Windsor turned and walked out the door.
THE next morning Windsor walked into the kitchen for a glass of juice. Yancey was leaning against the sink, fully made up with a satisfied smile on her face. She was drinking coffee from a black-and-yellow mug from the show
Cats
.
“Good morning. How are you doing?” Yancey asked.
“I’m blessed and highly favored,” Windsor replied as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a plastic jug of cranberry juice.
“I have something for you,” Yancey said. She pulled an envelope out of her pocket and handed it to Windsor.
“What’s this?”
“Open it and see.”
Windsor tore open the light-pink envelope with Yancey’s full name and address personalized in black script lettering. On the inside was a check made payable to Hale House in the amount of fifteen hundred dollars.
“Yancey, this is too much. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Sure. I’m sorry about last night, and I just wanted to do something.” Yancey smiled.
“We appreciate this, but I still think you ought to come and hold the babies.”
Yancey poured herself another cup of coffee. Her back was to Windsor as she said softly, “I told you I’m not good with kids. Maybe the money will help for some baby holders.”
“We don’t pay the volunteers. Don’t you plan to have children when you get married?”
“I’ll deal with that road when I come to it. I don’t even know if I’ll ever get married. Right now all I want to do is concentrate on my career.”
“We sure had you pegged wrong,” Windsor said. She took a sip of her juice.
“What are you talking about?”
“Back at Howard. Some of the girls in the dorm just figured you’d be married with a lot of kids by now to that ROTC guy . . . What was his name?” Windsor asked.
“That was in the past, let’s leave it there. Is that check enough?”
“It’s wonderful, Yancey, thank you. I will drop this check off with Lorraine Hale right after I leave work today,” Windsor said as she moved toward Yancey and covered her slender body with both of her large arms and whispered, “The babies thank you from the bottom of their little hearts.”
12
I WAS IN my office getting ready to call Yancey and apologize for breaking our date when my assistant, Kendra, buzzed me and told me she was on the line. I didn’t know what to expect since she hadn’t picked up her phone after I called her when I got home.
“Hey, baby. Did you
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