Kay's Story (Part Thirteen)

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• Kay’s Story (Part Nine) (thinkinlikegavroche.wordpress.com)
• Kay’s Story (Part Ten) (thinkinlikegavroche.wordpress.com)
• Kay’s Story (Part Eleven) (thinkinlikegavroche.wordpress.com)
• Kay’s Story (Part Twelve) (thinkinlikegavroche.wordpress.com)

Kay’s mother arrived breathless and exactly half an hour late. Her appearance was impeccable, as usual.  Between the door and her seat she managed to charm Kelly, the waitress, as well as several of the regular customers.

“Kay, Darling. Where’s my hug?” Kay got up from her place and an awkward embrace ensued. The stiffness was palatable and stood as an invisible barrier between them. Somehow her mother’s arms seemed to be trying to pin her down more than comfort her.

They both took a step back and stood looking at each other for a moment. Their eyes met, almost in a challenge. Nothing was said.

Her mother broke the silence briskly. “Well, we’d sit ourselves down and better order. How long do you have before you have to be at work?”

Kay peeked at her watch. “Oh, phooey. I have about twenty minutes. Maybe we’d better get muffins or something quick. Have you ever had the maple walnut pastries? I’ve heard they are insanely good.”

Ten minutes and half a muffin later, Kay cleared her throat. “Mom, I wanted to let you know, I have considered what you had to say the last time we talked. I have prayed, I have researched, I have thought long and hard. I don’t know any other way to say this, so I’ll just say it. I have decided to adopt Destiny Marie. I mean this with full respect, but as an adult, I have made this choice. I want your support and blessing, if you’ll give it, but if you won’t, my decision is still the same.”

She held her mother’s gaze firmly as she spoke.

“Kay, are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Mom. Yes.”

Her mother reached across the table and gripped Kay’s hand in her own. “Well! So, when do I get to see pictures of this new grandbaby of mine?”

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