And then suddenly, Lory shut me out. She told me she was sick, so I brought around some flowers and soup, just in time to see her striding away somewhere like a woman on a mission.
I know a brush-off when I get one. I figured she’d met somebody and I’d touch base once in awhile till she figured things out and told me. It hurt that she felt she had to tell me lies, but I got it. She was afraid I’d be mad and didn’t know how to face up to it.
I blamed her grandparents. You got one job with kids: unconditional love. You put conditions on it, they think for the rest of their lives they gotta earn it, and don’t feel like they ever can earn it, so they lie and cheat and whatever they feel they need to do to get it, and live in constant fear of losing it. I could tell her it wasn’t necessary till I was blue in the face, but she’d have to have it proved to her - again and again, probably. I hoped her new guy was up to it.