Truth Be Told (2 page)

“Not every man would stand by his wife….”

Grace's fingers stopped. “Mom!”

Lily held up her hands. “I'm just speaking the truth.”

“And you speak it every chance you get.”

“I want you to remember.”

“With you, there's no chance of forgetting.” Grace paused. “Mom, my mistakes were long ago forgiven and forgotten. I know I have a wonderful husband, and now Conner knows that he has a terrific wife.” Another moment passed. “Can we change the subject?”

Lily shrugged, giving herself just enough time to gasp new air. “When was the last time you called your sister?”

“Argh!” Grace stood, walked to the counter and opened the cabinet above the sink. The blue plastic cups were stacked, waiting for her to fill one with coffee, drop in a plastic stirrer, and send her mother on her way.

“I guess the subject of your sister is off-limits too,” Lily huffed.

Grace raised her glance toward the ceiling. “Help me, Lord,” she whispered, before facing her mother with the coffee pot in one hand and the mug in the other. She walked toward the table, feeling the heat rise through the pot's cover.

Lily held up her hand, stopping Grace. “Not too much. I don't want to stay long.”

Grace had a myriad of retorts but said nothing. She poured the coffee, filling the mug less than a third full—just enough for a few sips. They sat in silence as Lily blew on the liquid and then swallowed the coffee in just a bit more than a gulp. When she finished, she stared at her daughter.

Grace tried not to sigh as she refilled her mother's cup. When she finished pouring, she said, “No, Mom. I haven't spoken to Mabel.”

“Your sister's name is Starlight now.”

Grace groaned inside and hoped her silence would keep her from being pulled into this conversation. But silence didn't stop Lily. “I wish you two would settle your differences. The only thing that matters is that you're sisters.”

“Mom, we'll never agree, so can we not talk about this?”

Lily shook her head, and tsked. “You should have included your sister tonight. Don't be judgmental, Grace. Conner forgave you.”

Grace's eyes thinned to slits. The ticking of the pear-shaped clock above the sink that Conner helped Jayde make in a fifth-grade science project punctuated the seconds of their silence. She finally cut through the quiet. “Mom, I don't have to forgive Mabel. She didn't do anything to me. I just don't like how she takes advantage of women.” She stood from the table. “Second, I am blessed that my husband has forgiven me. But that's between Conner and me only.”

Lily glared at her daughter.

Grace leaned against the counter and folded her arms. “Are you finished?”

Lily looked down at her mug still filled with coffee. She returned her glance to Grace. “I've had just about enough.” She stood and marched through the hallway back to the foyer. At the front door, she whipped around. “I forgot my …”

Grace handed the oversized Coach bag to her mother.

Lily slung the purse over her shoulder, then lowered her eyes.

“Mom, are you going to be okay? Conner can follow you home.”

She waved her hand. “I don't want to be any more trouble….”

“I know you want Mabel …” Grace paused at Lily's disapproving glance. “You want Starlight and me to be close, but we're not. You have to accept that.”

Lily shook her head. “Family is the most important thing.” She looked into Grace's eyes. “And now that you're both successful, you should stop this stupid competition.”

She wanted to tell Lily there was no competition, but she said nothing.

Lily continued, “Make peace.”

That will never happen,
Grace thought. But as she looked at her mother's mournful eyes, she said, “Maybe one day, Mom.”

Sadness slumped Lily's shoulders, making her five-foot-two frame even more petite.

Grace softened and pulled her mother into her arms. Lily felt like a porcelain doll that would crack under the slightest pressure. It always amazed Grace that such a small woman had birthed two daughters, who with their five-foot-eight and-nine frames were Amazons compared to their mother.

The strain of her daughters' estranged relationship weighed heavy on Lily; Grace could see that. And since her second husband's death over two years before, it seemed even more important for Lily to bring her daughters together.

“Mom, I'll give Mabel … Starlight a call.” Grace wasn't sure if she was speaking the truth, but when Lily smiled, she was glad she'd spoken.

Lily planted a soft kiss on her daughter's cheek.

Grace opened the front door, and together they stepped onto the brick walkway into the coolness of the April night. Lily slipped inside her Toyota Camry and, through the closed window, wiggled her fingers, waving good-bye, saying thank-you. Grace stood in place until her mother's car vanished into the night.

Grace returned inside, slumped against the door, and wondered how the sweetness of the day had shifted to the sourness she now felt.

“I heard some of that.”

She raised her glance to the second-floor landing and smiled when Conner stretched his arms, beckoning her. Weariness pressed her down as she climbed the stairs. Conner held her for several moments before he switched off the light, darkening the house's interior.

They took two steps when Grace stopped. “Let me check on the girls.”

Conner took her hand before she could turn away. “Already done.” He pulled her into their bedroom. “It's time for you and me.” He lowered his lips to hers, pressing her against the closed door. “Where were we?”

Grace shut her eyes, trying to fall into the feeling, but she couldn't find the place where she'd been before the girls burst in. It took only a minute for Conner to lean away. Her eyes apologized, but he brought his finger to her lips, telling her there was nothing to be sorry about. Then he took her hand and moved to their hand-carved canopy bed. As she sat on the edge, he removed her pumps, then massaged her feet before he stood and slid her jacket from her shoulders. He lowered his lips to her neck as he unbuttoned her satin blouse.

Grace moaned, dropping her head back so that she could receive her husband's warm lips. In less than a minute, Conner had his wife naked above the waist, but when she reached for his belt, he pushed her hands away. He laid her on the bed, rolled her onto her stomach, and slipped her skirt from her hips.

She closed her eyes and moaned even before his fingers began to push and pull against her skin. Her gasps were deep under his touch, and she melted under his fingers. Moments later, she drifted asleep.

Grace wasn't sure how long Conner worked, providing her pleasure, but she didn't awaken until he turned off the light and slid onto the cool sheets next to her.

Conner pulled her against him. She stretched, pushing her back against his chest.

“I love loving you,” he whispered.

“Hmmm,” was all she could manage, weak from the release Conner's fingers had afforded her.

He squeezed his arms around her. “I would do anything for you, Grace.”

She was almost asleep again when he spoke, but she heard him. She snuggled deeper into his arms, secure in knowing his words were the absolute truth.

“M
ommy, what am I wearing to school?”

Grace opened her eyes, then shut them as the sun squeezed through the bottom of the window shade. Behind her, she heard Conner's soft snore. She pushed herself from the bed and reached for her navy silk robe draped over the chaise.

“Mommy!”

She wrapped the robe's belt around her waist. Her eyes were still heavy when she opened the door. Both Jayde and Amber stood in front of her—Jayde fully dressed in jeans (with more holes in them than in a slice of swiss cheese), a white T-shirt, and navy blazer, with headphones to the CD player that was clipped to her waist around her neck.

But Amber stood in the chill hallway covered only by her underwear. “Mommy, Jayde won't help me.”

“She didn't want to put on what I told her to.” Jayde shook her head. “It's a no-brainer, stupid,” she said to her sister. “You're supposed to wear what you would've if we had stayed with Nana.”

Grace said, “Jayde, don't call your sister stupid.”

Amber stuck her tongue out at Jayde. “See, you're the one who's stupid.”

Grace pulled Amber down the hall. “What did I tell you about walking around without your bathrobe?”

“I'm sorry, Mommy.”

When she stood outside Amber's bedroom door, Grace said, “Jayde, thank you for getting your sister up. And change those pants. I don't want you wearing them to school.”

Jayde rushed to Amber's bedroom door. “Mom, I love these. Everyone's wearing them.”

“And you think that's going to change my mind?” Grace raised one eyebrow, indicating the end of the conversation. “And make sure you eat before you leave.”

Jayde pouted. “I'm not hungry.”

Grace sighed. She had read countless books offering advice on surviving the teenage years. But she could write volumes that would shock the experts. And what wore her down was the thought that by the time she made it through Jayde's teen battlefield, her sweet Amber would be poised to wage a new war.

“Jayde,” Grace said with all the patience she could gather. “Eat something.” She combed through the bag she'd packed for Amber yesterday.

“Mom, I called Brittany, and her mother is driving us to school,” Jayde whined, “so I have to be ready.” When Grace turned around, Jayde lowered her head, then sulked down the hall. “Why do I have to eat when there are people starving in Africa?”

“Remember to change your jeans,” Grace yelled, just before she heard Jayde's bedroom door slam.

“Mommy, who's going to take me to school?” Amber asked, as Grace helped her push her arms through the white blouse.

“I'll have to, since we canceled the school bus.”

Amber's eyes watered with sadness. “I'm sorry, Mommy. I wanted to come home last night because I was worried about you.”

Grace stopped buttoning her daughter's shirt. “Why, sweetie?”

“I didn't want all of those people to bother you.”

Grace pulled Amber into her arms. “Honey, no one is going to bother me … or you.” She loosened her embrace. “I'm going to make sure that we're always safe.”

Amber's downturned lips slipped into a smile. “I'm still sorry that you have to take me to school.”

“Why don't I take you?”

Grace's and Amber's glances lifted at the same time.

Amber ran to her father. “Yeah, Daddy. You take me, and Mommy can go back to bed.”

“That's what I was thinking.” Conner grinned and leaned over, kissing Grace's cheek. “I'll get rid of this child and return before you have time to dream about what we're going to do.”

Amber cocked her head at her father's words, and Grace knew a question was coming. When her daughter remained silent, Grace asked, “What about the office?”

“I told them I wouldn't be in. Today, it's just you and me and the bed.”

She shook her head. “You're incorrigible.”

“Mommy, what does that mean?”

“Ask your father,” Grace said, trying to hold her laughter. When Conner shrugged his shoulders, Grace said, “Amber, let's finish getting ready for school.” She held up the denim skirt.

“Give me a few minutes.” Conner kissed Grace before he turned from the room.

Grace helped Amber into her skirt, then in the kitchen, filled a bowl with Cocoa Puffs.

Jayde slinked in, her headphones covering her ears. She moaned as she dropped a slice of raisin bread into the toaster and stuffed a banana into her packed book bag.

“Do you have money for lunch?” Grace asked, raising her voice to be heard over Jayde's music.

Jayde lowered her headphones. “Yes,” she said, tossing her micro-braids over her shoulder. The wrinkles in her forehead disappeared. “But I can always use more.” She grinned as she grabbed her toast.

“Good try.” Grace kissed Jayde. “Have a great day.”

“You too, Mom,” Jayde said cheerfully, the discussion of money changing her attitude.

Grace shook her head as Jayde finished her toast in just a few bites, then rushed through the front door. She clicked on the TV on the counter before she sat the cereal bowl in front of Amber. “Be careful, sweetie.” Grace covered her daughter with an oversized napkin. “Your father will be down in a bit.”

Amber's eyes were already plastered to
Tom and Jerry
as Grace ran up the stairs.

In the bedroom, Conner sat on the bed, slipping into his sweatpants. He smiled. “Do you want to pray now?”

She nodded, and he took her hand as they knelt at their bedside.

“Dear Heavenly Father,” Conner began, “we come to you with praise and thanksgiving, raising before you the gifts you have blessed us with … our children. Lord, give unto Jayde and Amber perfect hearts to keep thy commandments, thy testimonies and thy statutes, and to do all these things, in Jesus's name.”

“Amen,” they said together.

It was a simple prayer that they prayed daily, patterning their words after David's prayer in 2 Chronicles for his son Solomon.

Grace slid under the bed covers, and Conner grinned as he pulled a pair of socks from the dresser. He leaned toward her, but before their lips could meet, the phone rang. They sighed, and Grace reached for the phone on the nightstand.

“Hi, Marilyn.” Grace's shoulders sagged as she looked at Conner.

He mouthed no, and shook his head.

“Congratulations, Grace,” Marilyn said. “We're all so excited here.”

Grace breathed, relieved. At least Conner's assistant wasn't calling for him. “Thanks.” Grace's glance followed Conner as he moved toward the closet, her gaze focused on his naked torso.

“Well, Marilyn, thanks for calling,” she said eager to dismiss the woman.

“Is Conner there?”

Grace's smile faded. “Yes.” Her simple answer was meant to deter Marilyn.

But Marilyn continued. “May I speak with him? It's important.”

Grace wanted to hang up as Conner pulled his sweatshirt over his head, then walked to the dresser for his watch. Once he took this call, it would become a war of wills—whether to stay with his wife or service his clients. In this place, at this time, she wouldn't win. He was as committed to his work as she was to hers.

“Grace,” Marilyn said again.

“Hold on a second.” Grace put her hand over the receiver. “Marilyn said it's important.”

Grace tossed the cordless phone toward Conner with more force than she expected. The phone's tip smashed into a silver-framed photo of the four Monroes. The picture seemed to float as it descended toward the floor and hit the carpet, splattering glass slivers across the room.

“My goodness.” Grace jumped from the bed.

Conner picked up the phone, then stepped with caution over the glass. He sat on the bed as Grace moved toward the fallen family photograph. “I'll clean it up,” he said.

Grace picked up the photo and stared at the picture taken a year before, when she'd declared her candidacy. Conner was standing with his arms around her, with the girls in front. Exhilaration covered their faces, though she knew her children didn't understand the enormity of her decision.

Before she decided to run for office, Grace had considered the effect it might have on her family. They were a strong unit, bound together even more by their tragedies. But they'd danced through their storms, and now their future was clear of any clouds.

The campaign had been clean, thank God, though Grace had held her breath. But her opponent, Samuel Douglas, had played only two cards—her inexperience and her religious conviction.

“My opponent has served only on the school board. No one with so little experience can serve a community like the Eighteenth District. Also, Ms. Monroe has made it very clear where she stands in terms of her Christian beliefs. We cannot allow politics to mix with religion. We are a mixture of black and white, Christians, Jews, Muslims, Protestants, and Catholics. We live in a great country that calls for the separation of church and state.”

That was the worst of it. And she'd held onto her convictions throughout the campaign.

“I am not saying that everyone has to share my beliefs,” Grace had said at her campaign rallies. “What I am saying is that I am a woman of God who will seek to do what is right for everyone. No matter what your beliefs are, you must see that there is a negative correlation between the increase of violence among our children and the absence of prayer in the schools. Children are wielding guns instead of praying for friends, family, and country. There is a breakdown in the family and an increase of sexually active teenagers. The question we must ask is, What has to be done to change this? I'm talking about morals, and honor, and a belief in something besides the sex on television, the anarchy in music, and the violence in movies.”

It had been a risky platform, but one she believed in. She didn't want to be councilwoman if she couldn't bring her faith with her. The electorate had agreed, though it had been a tough race. She'd won with fifty-five percent of the vote.

As her eyes remained glued to the photograph, she said a silent prayer of gratitude. God had certainly bestowed blessings on them.

Grace looked over her shoulder, but the smile that accompanied her thoughts turned upside down. She recognized the crease in Conner's forehead.

“You have no idea who this woman is?” she heard Conner ask. The lines in his face deepened.

Grace moved to sit next to him. She took his hand.
Go ahead,
she mouthed.

“Okay, Marilyn,” he said. “I'll be there in about an hour.” He hung up and turned to Grace. “I promise I'll be back before you can say, ‘Thank God for my husband.'”

She nodded.

“I wouldn't go in at all, but a woman has been calling the office saying she has an emergency only I can handle.”

“Who is it?”

He shrugged. “I don't know, but …” He stopped as Gracestood and slipped her robe from her shoulders. The silk fluttered to the floor, settling around her ankles.

Conner's glance roamed over his wife's nakedness. “I can't believe I'm letting this woman take me away from you.”

Grace put her arms around his neck and pressed against his torso. “Don't be fooled, honey. I'm letting you go to the office. If I wanted, there'd be no way for you to leave.”

“You got that right,” he said, pulling her closer.

He aimed for her lips, but the sudden knock on their door stopped them from kissing. “Daddy, I'm ready,” Amber sang.

“It's a conspiracy to keep us apart.” She chuckled and grabbed her robe.

He shook his head. “They'll never win.”

“Daddy!”

“Honey, I'm going to take you to school,” Grace yelled through the door. “Give me a minute.”

She turned toward her closet, but Conner pulled her back. “Do you think we can get Lily to take the girls tonight?”

She laughed. “Not a chance.” She paused and fluttered her eyes. “But if you hurry back, we'll have lots of time. Amber's going to Nicole's house after school, and Jayde has tennis practice. So it will be you and me and whatever your mind can conceive.”

“Promises, promises.”

She nodded. “You just keep whatever you had in mind on your mind, and I'll take care of the rest.”

She sashayed toward the closet.

Conner shook his head. “Whatever this woman wants better be important.” He paused. “Let's meet back here at two.”

“If you can wait that long,” she purred over her shoulder. He laughed, then went down the hall. Grace smiled as she jumped into a sweat suit and listened to Conner's off-key serenade as he pulled the vacuum into the bedroom.

“You'll always be, My endless love.”

Conner was still singing when she stepped from the closet. The vacuum whirred, sucking glass from the carpet. Grace kissed him, then stood at the door watching for a moment. Even through his sweatshirt, she could see his back muscles flexing as he pushed the cleaning machine.

I cannot wait to get back here,
she thought, before she stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her.