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Addie was uncertain as to what she should do. Surely, it wouldn’t be proper for a woman to share a house with a man without benefit of marriage. Sure, couples today did it all the time, but for Addie, at her age? What would people say? What would her sister think? And Felicia—she would through a fit, for sure!
Then the thought of going back to her apartment and sharing space with Felicia filled her mind. The bickering, the complaining, the mooching, the messiness? Did she really want to deal with that again?
Adelaide looked across the table at Michael. He was looking into her eyes, expectantly. He was so sweet and kind, and the time they had spent together had been comfortable and fun. Still, two weeks was a short time to know someone. He’d seen her at her worst, weak from surgery, with her IV pole and unkempt hair, yet was still offering to share his home with her. Amazing!
“Michael, it’s sweet of you to offer, but it’s too much. I couldn’t impose on you. And what would people say? And there’s Felicia; not only would she not approve, she would hit the roof! And, much as I hate to admit it, she needs me,” Addie sighed.
“Adelaide Cunningham, at our age, who cares what people think! And, yes, Felicia needs you; she needs you to stop enabling her to be a lazy, selfish woman. You can help her best by making her take responsibility for her life. Offer to pay the rent on your apartment for her for a few months, to give her time to find a job and child care arrangements. Then cut the cord and let her learn to fend for herself.” Michael spoke quietly, still holding her hand.
Even though the words were hard to hear, Addie knew that Michael was right about Felicia; as long as Addie was willing to put up with her, she would never have to grow up and behave like a responsible adult. It was time that Addie put her foot down, to be sure.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Addie inquired. “We hardly know each other. What if we find we can’t stand each other or living under one roof?”
“I’m willing to take that risk. It will be a darn sight easier to get to know each other over breakfast every morning, than trying to travel back and forth across town all the time—especially with winter coming. Besides, something tells me neither of your worries will come to fruition; I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” answered Michael. “Please tell me you’ll join me in my rambling, empty house.”
(to be continued)