Dare to Dream (Carolina Beach #1)(9)By: C.A. Harms
“Sure we can,” I told her, causing her to leap from the bed and sprint to the kitchen.
Violet and I took a little longer to crawl out of bed, but eventually we joined Viv. She already had the waffle maker out on the counter along with eggs, milk, and waffle mix and was impatiently tapping her foot, waiting.
I chuckled, shaking my head. Like I said, she was just like her mother, attitude and all.
“Do you have everything you need?” my mother asked for the third time in the last ten minutes. I’d woken to the ring of my cellphone just after eight in the morning. I had fully intended to sleep in and recover from my day of travel, but she thought I should get up and see the area. Apparently she had found her inner tourist and had already been out and about, scoping out the little town my gran lived in.
“If not, I can have Uncle Mark get in touch with the—”
“I’ve got it covered, Mom.” I couldn’t help but smile at the fact she still worried about her twenty-five-year-old daughter as if she was an adolescent. “I’m capable of going to the market if I need something. I don’t want Uncle Mark calling in the crew to grocery shop for me.” I’d already been told all about the locals that were on standby at the request of my aunt and uncle to run to my aid if need be. From the sound of it, I could pretty much get half the street’s attention if I just stepped outside and waved.
I still wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about that.
“If you’re sure,” she said, still sounding unsatisfied with my need to handle things on my own.
“I am,” I said once more. “Besides, I planned on exploring the area, and I can stop by the market on my way back. I want to check out the beach anyway.”
Total lie—well, partly. I did want to go to the beach and put my feet in the sand, just not today. Or maybe not even tomorrow. I wanted to be a couch potato for a day or two before I set out voyaging. But since I was already up and fully awake, why not start today? It would be a surefire way to get my mother to stop worrying about me wasting away in a dark room filled with nothing but sad thoughts and memories of my father. I think she imagined the worst when she thought of me here alone dealing with my grief, without any support.
“That’s perfect,” she said, suddenly sounding much happier. “Make sure to take lots of pictures. The last time I was there, your father and I had just celebrated our first anniversary.” She paused as if remembering it. “I’m sure it’s still just as beautiful.”
“It is,” I said, suddenly feeling raw and once again saddened that my father would never share another vacation with my mother. “How’s Vermont?” I asked, hoping to change the subject to something lighter.
“Grandma Monroe is as fiery as always, and Uncle Mark sure knows how to get her fired up. Last night she poured a full glass of iced tea in his lap, and you could hear the shriek he let out throughout the entire house. We’re all still laughing about it, and for the rest of the night she carried around a full glass, taunting him as if she was going to do it again. She would lunge at him and then cackle when he shrunk back covering himself.”
Hearing my mother laugh warmed my heart. “You’d think by now he’d stop hassling her,” I said, also amused. “Wasn’t he the one she superglued to the chair at the last family reunion because he told her that her pie tasted like dirt?”
“Yes, it was,” she confirmed. “I think that’s why he hassles her so much. Do you know that she put so much glue on that chair that it seeped through his pants, and when they tried to pull him free, it yanked out half his leg hair?”
I laughed and placed my hand over my mouth as if there was a reason to hide it.
“The words that fell from that man’s mouth that day!” She let out a sigh. “I’ve never heard anyone use the F word so many times in one sentence.”
“Oh Mom.” I shook my head, grinning. “I’m glad you’re there with them. It’s good to hear you laugh again.”
“Greer.” The way she whispered my name assured me that what she was about to say would make me cry. “We’ll never be able to think about your father without feeling a loss so deep it aches. He is irreplaceable, and my heart will forever be his, no matter the circumstances. I just know in my heart that he would want us to live on and do our best to make the most out of life. We’ll never forget him and he’ll always be a part of our daily lives, even if only in our minds.”