Wildest Dreams (Thunder Point #9)(29)

“You could help me with the electric bill, but I use so much more than the loft ever uses. Does a third sound fair? It could be as high as a couple hundred dollars. It’s the refrigerated flower case—it’s a big energy suck. Maybe we should say a fourth? But even though that’s a lot, you’ll save on gas over time. Not much of a drive to your job.”

“But, Grace, the furnishings alone...”

“You like the furniture? Oh, I’m so glad! This is the lucky result of two people who have had their own homes combining households. Troy and I took what we wanted from each apartment. It left some nice things in the loft so it’s ready to live in. Of course, if you have your own things and it gets too crowded, we’ll just store some things.”

Lin Su took a breath and reminded herself—gratitude and humility. She had been honest with Winnie about the break-in, the destruction. “After last night, that isn’t going to be a problem.”

“Oh, Lin Su, was the loss terrible?”

“Actually, no,” she said, giving her head a little shake. “The things we really need, we took. I’ll drive back over there in the next day or two to make sure there isn’t anything important that I forgot, but all things considered, we were very lucky. And thank God Charlie wasn’t home while I worked!”

“Well, if you choose to live upstairs, I can promise you Charlie will be safe when he’s at home. I’ll be in the shop until closing. We have as many issues as any small town but it’s pretty safe around here. If you have any concerns you can always talk to Seth. He’s such a wonderful deputy—I just love him.”

Lin Su just shook her head. “You all have been so generous.”

“Generous is good,” Grace said. “But really, I don’t happen to see it that way. You’re better than the best nurse my imagination could conjure up. And I think Charlie is very good for my mother. They’re like best pals. I suspect they have secrets and plots but don’t let on. Winnie needed someone like Charlie right now—he’s completely honest all the time and Winnie gets a little more life in her when Charlie’s around. And Charlie doesn’t take any of her shit. Refreshing. Between Charlie and Mikhail, Winnie is kept human!”

“And the women come to her house for tea or a drink,” Lin Su said.

“She’s never had that kind of life,” Grace said, shaking her head sadly. “She’s always been somewhat apart from the mainstream of life. Oh, she had friends, don’t get me wrong. But where are they now, these society women Winnie socialized with for years? They don’t visit and rarely call. Winnie needs to feel family right now and that’s exactly what she has. We’re an odd family—me, Troy, Winnie and Mikhail—but people act as if we’re perfectly normal. If you and Charlie can be part of our strange little family it would make me so happy.”

“You really do so much for us. You’ve only known us three months!”

Grace laughed a little wildly. “By the time I knew Troy for three months I was pregnant! I have pretty good instincts. So? You want the place?”

Lin Su nodded. “I’ll treat it with great care.”

* * *

Charlie was not as thrilled about the use of the loft as his mother was, but then he didn’t crave independence for his family, just for himself. He liked staying with Blake right next door to Winnie, Mikhail, Grace and Troy. He couldn’t see any reason why his mom wouldn’t take Blake up on his offer to give them the two bedrooms in his upstairs for a while. For some reason she had a hard time accepting a gift like that from Blake.

He wasn’t disappointed in the loft in town, not in the least. It was clean and nice. Lin Su insisted on settling Winnie for the night before taking Charlie to the loft, their new home, and then she brought in their clothes, one garbage bag at a time. She was busy with the washer and dryer, folding and putting things in drawers, until after midnight. He slept in spite of her fussing around.

His first day of school was fine. He met a couple of people who were nice to him, his teachers all seemed cordial. Lee Downy, Frank’s younger brother, sought him out and said, “Hey, bud, if you need anything, let me know.” Lee was a big guy and if Charlie needed a good bodyguard, Lee was a definite contender.

A girl who sat next to him in Algebra groaned through the whole class and Charlie finally asked her, “This hard for you?” When she admitted it was, he said, “If you ever need help, let me know.” And she asked for his number. It wasn’t a girlfriend thing, of course. But Frank was right—be a teacher, a tutor. It couldn’t hurt.

This was a red-letter day in Lin Su’s mind because Charlie had a new school that he didn’t have to walk through bad neighborhoods or run from druggies to get to and they had new digs at an affordable rent, practically free. But that wasn’t what was foremost on Charlie’s mind. He had a bigger, secret project in the works. He knew his mother had fictionalized some of her past, their past, and he was making some headway in finding the facts. First of all, he located his grandfather’s business address—Gordon Simmons. He was, as Lin Su had said, an attorney in Boston.

Lin Su checked Charlie’s computer regularly to be sure he wasn’t getting into any trouble—she’d look through his browsing history, his apps and programs; she probably even read some of his emails. They never talked about it but she told him he used the computer by her consent and she would be checking. A couple of times he saw her with his laptop and knew she’d been snooping—once when he came out of the shower, once when he woke up after being asleep awhile. And she asked to use it a few times to pay bills, something she could do as easily on her smartphone.