we read about the fire at The Lighthouse. We know Jon went back to work there.â
âYes, itâs terrible news.â Without his job as chef, Jon was left with only his photography earnings tosupport the family. His work was displayed in a Seattle gallery and sold well, but the money he made wasnât nearly enough to cover their living expenses, particularly now that Maryellen no longer had medical insurance.
âJonâs not working anywhere else, then?â
âHis photographs are selling nicely,â Maryellen felt obliged to tell her. âHeâs so talented.â It was through his art that Maryellen had first come to know Jon Bowman. Heâd brought his photographs for display at the Harbor Street Gallery, where she was employed as manager. They were among the most popular in the gallery.
Unlike some of the other artists, Jon preferred to keep a low profile. It wasnât until after Katie was born that sheâd learned this man she loved had spent time in prison. In order to save their younger son, his parents had lied and Jon had been sentenced for a crime heâd never committed.
âJoseph and I want to help,â Ellen insisted. âWhat can we do?â
âIâm not sureâ¦â She didnât feel comfortable stating the obviousâthat she needed someone here, in the house, looking after Katie, preparing meals, cleaning.
âThereâs something wrong,â Ellen said sharply. âWhat is it?â
âIâmâIâm having problems with the pregnancy,âshe admitted. âIâm on complete bed rest.â The baby gave her a hard kick as if to remind her.
âWhat about Katie? You canât possibly be taking care of her if youâre confined to bed.â
âIâm not. I canât. Sheâs with her father,â Maryellen said. Jon was doing his best to sell his work and take care of their child, run the household, and everything else.
âBut how can he do that?â Ellen asked, clearly concerned.
âHe canât.â Maryellen was unwilling to explain further.
âWeâre coming,â Ellen announced. âYou both need us.â
Maryellen sighed, feeling a surge of relief and simultaneous anxiety about Jonâs reaction. âI canât ask you to do that.â
âYou didnât,â Ellen said. âOur son will just have to swallow his silly pride. His familyâs at stake here. As far as Iâm concerned, this is Godâs way of bringing us all back together. Jon canât very well ignore us now. Heâs our son, and Katie and this new baby are our grandchildren.â Ellen sounded like a force to be reckoned with.
âLet me talk to him first,â Maryellen urged.
âYou do that if you want, but it doesnât make the least bit of difference what he says. Joseph and I are coming to Cedar Cove, and thatâs that. Leave everything to me, Maryellen,â she insisted in a determined voice. âIâll be in touch.â
They ended the conversation and afterward Maryellen did feel better. She didnât know what sheâd say to Jon. Maybe she wouldnât broach the subject, after all. Maybe she would leave everything to Ellen and Joseph. She was so weary of fighting him on this. Heâd relented once and agreed to ask his family for help and then done nothing. She couldnât face that battle again.
Just as she was beginning to think it was time for Jon and Katie to return home, she heard a car pull into the yard. Trying to look rested and relaxed, she attempted a smile, waiting for her husband and daughter to walk into the house.
Instead the doorbell rang.
Visitors? In the middle of the day?
Before Maryellen could move, the door opened and Rachel Pendergast and Teri Miller entered, letting in warm spring air and sunshine and laughter. They worked at Get Nailed, the salon where Maryellen had her hair and nails done. Or used
John Galsworthy#The Forsyte Saga