Molly’s room. “I imagine there’s a lot of bureaucracy involved—from what I hear about the French.”
Katherine felt the same surge of anxiety as the night before. “I . . . um . . . we . . . They do make some things difficult when it comes to paperwork.” In actual fact, she and Philippe had done nothing. She had changed the subject more than once, with unexplained jitters, when Philippe brought it up.
“And there have been worrisome reports about the economy, the political situation over there. No concerns?” Terrence continued.
Kat considered his question. “Philippe and I talk about all of that, and really, where in the world are there not problems like that these days? He’s such an optimist and he’s turning me into one too. I know we will deal with whatever comes along, one day at a time, if I do stay.” She couldn’t believe her ears.
Andrea looked at her in surprise. “ If you stay? Are you having doubts? Has Philippe asked you to marry him?”
“I don’t know why I said ‘if,’ Andie. It just popped out. I’m not thinking straight. Has he asked me to marry him? No. Has he asked me to spend the rest of my life with him? Yes. The marriage part really isn’t an issue for either one of us. The commitment is.”
“And . . . ?”
“I don’t believe there’s any doubt, on his part or mine, that we are bound to each other forever.”
“Kat, I wish you could see the love that radiates from your face when you speak about Philippe. I have no doubt about your commitment either. I’m so happy for you and . . .”
“You mean, we’re so happy for you,” Terrence interrupted. “That includes me too, Kat, and the kids. They can’t wait to go over and visit you!”
Katherine’s face betrayed her confusion. “I’ve been happy for me too, since the end of October when I decided to stay. I don’t know why I’m having these anxieties and being so weird about it now. I’m sure it will pass.”
At home later that afternoon, Kat’s phone conversation with Philippe was subdued. When he asked what was wrong, she simply blamed it on feeling sad and depressed about Molly.
“ Tu me manques. I miss you more than you can imagine, Minou. I want to come to you.”
“I miss you too, mon Chou. I’m struggling now in ways I never anticipated. Give me time and I will explain.”
“Whatever you need, but you are making me worried. Is Molly getting worse? Is that the problem?”
“No, in fact, I think she’s getting better but it’s so upsetting to think she might not be the same Molly when she wakes.” Her voice cracked as she spoke.
“Oh, Kat, it’s hard not be beside you now . . .”
“I’m so tired I can’t think straight. Let’s say au revoir , good-bye, now and talk tomorrow. Je t’aime , Philippe, de tout mon coeur . . . all my heart and more.”
Terrence was busy with spreadsheets on his computer. He had left the hospital earlier and picked up a load of packing boxes for Kat. Now Andrea helped Katherine sort through cupboards and pack up more boxes to go to Goodwill.
“This feels like the clearinghouse of my life,” Kat muttered.
“You’ve got a big job ahead of you, Kat, if you really are planning to leave here forever. Everything is exactly as you left it last summer. Lucy lived around your stuff very effectively.”
Katherine looked chagrined. “Since my first night back here, I’ve had a growing awareness that I’ve been living in fantasyland while in France. I fell in love with Philippe and Provence and our life there, but I truly didn’t stop to look at the big picture. That fact has hit me smack in the face now.”
Andrea looked at the growing pile of boxes. “Molly is the priority here, so don’t let this get to you. You have other issues to resolve, my dear Kat. I’ll come back to help you again next week. When is Philippe coming to join you?”
Kat’s shoulders slumped, and she shook her head in despair. “I don’t know. I just
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