I woke up the next morning, and rolling over, found that Elle was already out of bed. Getting up and walking out of the room, I could hear the kids down stairs playing. I walked down the hallway and peered into the spare bedroom. The bed was made and Laurie’s bags were packed. Coming down the stairs, I started toward the kitchen.
“Trust me, I know what you are getting at, but I’m still married and it’s not right in the eyes of God,” I heard Laurie say.
Freezing near the door, I held my breath and strained to listen.
“I know Mom, but you need to take care of yourself as well. Aren’t there any cute doctors at the hospital that could help you release some of the tension?,” Elle asked. “At the very least you should be taking care of yourself. Get some toys or something, make an evening of.”
“No, I’m too old for that stuff,” Laurie replied. “Even if your father wasn’t around, no one would be interested in an old lady like me.”
“Old lady like you?,” Elle huffed incredulously. “You are smokin’ hot Mom. I’d take you for a spin if we weren’t related,” she said, jokingly.