like any of them? You donât even know their names, and youâre ready for me to bear their children. They could all be fifty years old and bald, for all you know.â She could feel the tiny lines of frustration forming across her brow even as she spoke. By the time her mother was done with her sheâd have so many lines on her face sheâd look fifty years old herself.
âYouâre twenty-nine, Andrea. You canât afford to be so choosy. If you donât hurry up and find a husband, youâre going to end up an old maid.â
âIâve already had a husband, Ma, remember?â
Gloria snorted loudly, expressively. âThat sorry excuse for a man didnât deserve you, Andrea. He didnât know what a treasure he had. And youâre a bigger fool than I thought if you let him keep you from finding a man to father my grandchildren.â
Andrea smiled at the double-edged compliment, warmed in spite of herself by her motherâs fierce loyalty, and maybe even by the older womanâs tenacity. Deep down, she understood that her mother was just trying to help her find forgiveness.
âIâve got time, Ma,â she said, knowing that all the time in the world would never be enough to convince her to marry again. She always seemed to let down the people she loved.
âI can hear your clock ticking from here, Andrea Lee. Itâs not safe to have a first baby much past your early thirties.â
Andrea sighed, refusing to think about the babies she would never haveâthe babies she had once wanted more than anything else in life. She hadnât even been able to handle being a big sister. She wasnât going to risk failing at motherhood, too. âTimes have changed, Ma. Women are having babies, even first ones, in their forties.â
âYou are not going to make me wait another ten years to have babies to play with, young lady. Do you want to have to pull me up off the floor every time I get down to tickle their tummies?â
Andrea thought of her motherâs considerable girth and grinned in spite of herself. Only Gloria could be tickling infants that didnât even exist.
âThereâs always artificial inseminaââ
âAndrea! Thatâs enough. A baby needs a father. Itâs your duty as its mother to provide it with one.â
Andrea gave up with a resigned chuckle. Now she was failing the baby before it even existed. See, she was no good with those she loved. And why was it that she could hold her own with six cops at a time, yet still couldnât win a single verbal skirmish with her mother?
âIâll keep my eyes open for potential daddy material, Ma. Now howâs Scotty?â
âHeâs just fine. Found himself a girlfriend. At least thereâs one child of mine who knows his duty.â
Andrea laughed out loud, the first genuine amusement sheâd felt since stepping into the suite next door earlier that evening. âMa, heâs only thirteen. Youâre not starting on him already, are you?â
âIâm not starting on anybody, Andrea Lee. I only want for you what you always wanted for yourself. One of us has to keep trying.â Her motherâs tone was becoming strident again.
âI said Iâd keep my eyes open, Ma, and I will,â she said, crossing her fingers. Someday sheâd convince herself that her mother was wrong about things, that she could be happy without a family of her own. And then sheâd convince Gloria.
âJust make sure you do more than look when the time comes.â the warning in her motherâs tone of voice was clear.
Again a vision of Doug Avery flashed before Andreaâs eyes. She thought of her initial reaction to the man, of her urge to accept the challenge heâd offered, of the brief instant of stunning desire sheâd felt.
âTell Scotty I love him.â
âI always tell him. Donât you think itâs time you