Forgive For Joy's Sake (Part 7)
Thirty minutes later, me, Ma, Dad, and Wes sat around the dinner table and battled back and forth about me caring for Mel and Joi.
“I still don’t understand why Wes can’t take care of her. I mean, if he was Aunt Wes instead of Uncle Wes, he would figure out how to handle this on his own. So what he lives in LA and Mel won’t be able to travel until she is well enough to travel. He could damn well make arrangements to work from here until she was well enough. And even if the company he works for said no, he could at least take care of Joi until Mel was well enough to meet them there. It may even give her incentive to get back on her feet sooner.” I was ready to wrap it up, but had to get a few Wes digs in.
“Joy, it’s just for the week while we are on our trip. Wes has a project that he has to be in LA to finish up. That will take him three more weeks. He is under contract and can’t get out of it. When he is done, he will fly back here and stay with us until Mel is well enough and he can fly them all home. We have to put Mel and Joi first and provide them some stability. Because Jackson died before he and Mel got married and because of the state Mel is in, Jackson’s mom is taking care of the funeral arrangements. His mom isn’t going to wait for Mel to be well enough to attend, so she won’t even get a chance to say a proper good-bye. She has so much to push through on top of being sick and having to take care of a toddler. We can’t be selfish in this moment.” My mom pushed her half-eaten plate of pan seared salmon and Caesar salad away.
“I promise I will wrap up my project as soon as I can and get back here. I’ll be flying in on the weekends whenever I can until then.” Wes smiled at me.
“Sure you will, but in the meantime, you are going to hire someone to watch Mel and your niece while I’m working. It seems you all forget I have a full-time job that I would like to keep and running behind a toddler while I’m working isn’t feasible. Oh, and I’ll be staying here while I’m playing the caregivers roll so make sure the fridge is well stocked, the internet is adequate, and Joi has everything she needs on hand. Now, that you have worn me down and gotten what you want, I would like to go home. Whoever is taking me, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t feel like any more conversation.” I pushed away from my barely touched food and stood.
“I’m taking you,” Wes said standing as well, “and we will have plenty of time to talk later. One more silent car ride with you shouldn’t be a problem.”
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