“I’m not ready to see him yet. Look, why can’t you tell him I’m dead and get on with life?”
Russell smiled softly. “We have a rule in the house. No lying. He turns eight in a few weeks. I’ll pay for the trip if you will please come to celebrate with us.”
She stared into her coffee and thought for a while. When she finally spoke, Rosie’s voice was soft. “I’ll get the time off work. I don’t want to get his hopes up, so if there will be no expectations, I’ll come.”
“Thank you, it means a lot. Can I tell you more about him and his family? He met his grandpa, my father. The two hit it off in a heartbeat. Having you in his life would be good for him, as well.”
Rosie looked intently at Russell. “I’d like to see it when I get there, rather than hear about it now. I’m trying hard to keep my life on track.”
Russell finished his coffee and noticed that at no time had Rosie thanked him for the connection with her son.