Plopping into a chair in Kate’s dining room, Spencer considered what he should do. Ordinarily he knew he was supposed to report Kate’s suicide attempt to their first sergeant, but he didn’t know if it was necessary. He didn’t see Kate as suicidal, just lost. And highly vulnerable. He’d have to keep an eye on her. He slumped down at the dining room table, his head resting on his arms, clenching and unclenching his fists.
Buttons came in, whimpering. Spencer sat up and looked for him. Buttons eyed Spencer with a nervous look. Spencer slowly lowered his hand and reached down for him. “Sorry, boy. Come here.” Buttons jumped on his lap and shuddered. “Sorry, life’s a little rough right now.” Spencer rubbed the puppy’s back, asking God what he was supposed to do now. If he was going to be any help to Kate, he had to keep himself together. He wiped away moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingers. He didn’t hear Kate enter.
“What do you mean; I’m your business now? That sounds like I’m a problem, or a burden. What the heck does that mean?”
Spencer spun around. Kate had cleaned up, but her eyes were red and puffy. She stood in a ready-to-fight stance, legs apart with her hands on her hips. Spencer looked down at Buttons. He answered in a half whisper. “I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant that John wanted me to look after you and make sure you would be all right if anything ever happened to him.”
“How the curses am I supposed to be ‘all right’?” She leaned on the dining room entry way with her arms crossed. Angry tears ran down her face.
Spencer got up from the table, still holding Buttons. “I guess we’ll have to figure that out together, okay? I’m not exactly in a bed of roses myself, you know. You’re ticked off at me, my best friend is dead, and I have to help you become a mother against your will. Piece of cake, huh?” He kept rubbing Button’s belly, not wanting to risk looking at Kate.
Until next time,