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sitting at the table. “It’s silly—”
    Her mother held up a hand to halt her tirade. “It’s my decision, Melissa.”
    Taking a deep breath, she sat opposite her mother at the table and tried calm reasoning. “I know it is, Mom. But your health is too important to play games with.”
    “I’d just prefer to wait till after the holidays.” She gave Melissa a weak smile. “I’ve waited six years to have you at the Thanksgiving table with the family.”
    Melissa reached across and squeezed her hand. “You can still have that, Mom. But the faster you get this problem dealt with, the faster you’ll recover. You know,” she said seriously, “I want you around to be a grandmother to my children.”
    “That’ll be hard to do if you’re living in France.”
    “It can’t happen at all if you’re dead,” Melissa snapped. At her mother’s stricken look, she was immediately sorry for her tone. Before she could apologize, he father’s booming voice nearly shook the kitchen.
    “What are you talking about?” Griff stood stock-still at the kitchen door.
    As much as Melissa ached to tell him, she couldn’t. Only her mother could do that. She looked at Camille. “You’ve got to tell him, Mom.”
    Camille just turned away, a stubborn look on her face.
    “Tell me what? What does she need to tell me, Melissa?” Griff advanced to the table, concern and apprehension etched into his expression.
    “Mom,” Melissa pleaded.
    Finally, Camille looked at her husband. “I need some surgery and I want to wait until after the holidays. That’s all.”
    “What kind of surgery?”
    Melissa said nothing, but kept her gaze pinned on her mother’s face.
    “A—a hysterectomy.” Camille turned away again, as if she was ashamed.
    Griff sank down in the chair beside his wife. “Why?”
    Melissa looked at her dad and nodded encouragingly.
    Camille remained turned away. In a whisper, she said, “I have a tumor on my ovary.”
    “And a hysterectomy will take care of it?”
    She nodded.
    “Then why are you going to wait?”
    “Thanksgiving is coming and Melissa is here and—”
    “Nonsense,” Griff said, cutting her off. “You’re not telling me something.” He put his arms around Camille. “Honey, what is it?”
    She turned then and buried her face in his shoulder. Griff held her close, giving her time to pull herself together. Then he nudged her. “Come on, honey, tell me everything.”
    Camille sat up slowly. “There’s a possibility I have cancer.”
    Her words were brisk, businesslike, but Griff stared at her as if she’d just released a bomb. “What? Then you need to have the surgery at once! Isn’t that true, Melissa?”
    “Caroline said the sooner they do the operation, the more likely Mom can recover.”
    “But I haven’t finished Christmas shopping, and there’s Thanksgiving dinner,” Camille protested.
    “Mom, I—”
    Camille speared her with a sharp look. “Don’t tell me it’s for the grandchildren again, Melissa,” she ordered sternly. “I’ve been waiting for them so long I’ve just about given up!”
    Griff reached out and took her face in his hands,bringing her attention back to him. “Do it for me, sweetheart. I can’t make it without you. I need you healthy and happy for a long time. Remember, you promised to grow old with me.” He looked into her eyes. “Do it for me. Have the surgery now.”
    Camille’s eyes filled with tears and she nodded.
    Griff hugged her then, tightly, and as he held her, he told Melissa, “Call Caroline right now.”
    She did as her father asked. As Caroline checked her and Jon’s schedules, Melissa kept her eyes on her parents, sitting there at the table in each other’s arms. It was as if her mother was drawing strength from her husband’s embrace. After all these displays of affection, it still amazed Melissa how much they loved each other. She couldn’t help wondering if she’d ever find that kind of love. She’d certainly thought she had,