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However, Shirley's motivation was not purely sisterly concern. There
were a few guilty pangs that she tried to alleviate by giving her brother extra attention--
no matter how hard he resisted her "help." For a number of years, Ruth,
their mother, lived with Shirley and her family. Then, last year, Ruth was moved
to Mullen-Overholt Nursing Home. Adam protested this move as forcefully as he knew
how. Why should their Mom have to live in a nursing home when she had family who
could still take care of her? Shirley was a stay-at-home mom. It wasn't as if their
mother was getting in the way of her childrens' or grand-childrens' lives. Shirley
told her brother that the move was in the best interest of everyone concerned. She
said that it was becoming too difficult to care for Ruth at home. To Adam's astonishment,
Ruth agreed with her daughter. When Adam offered his home to her, Ruth flatly refused
him.
One day, when Adam's anger over the whole situation was at its peek, Ruth pulled
him aside. Ruth asked Adam to trust his sister's judgment. She told Adam that no
matter how it looked to him, Shirley was not being selfish or uncaring. Shirley was
doing the best she could-- Adam must believe that. For his mother's sake, he tried.
"Where's Tom?" asked Adam, sitting down to the dinner table. This was the
fifth consecutive family dinner night Tom had missed.
"Dad had business to attend to," explained Chad, hoping his uncle would
soon change the subject.
"Oh," replied Adam.
"Dinner looks good, don't you think so, Uncle Adam?" asked Chad. "I
made the biscuits, myself."
"Did you, really?" said Adam, feigning astonishment.
"Since when did you learn to cook?" asked Mike, incredulously.
"Since tonight, that's when," replied Chad.
"Your brother's smarter than you give him credit, Mike," smiled Adam.
"That little knuckle-head?" teased Mike, playfully.
"He's not the one who forgot that today was Wednesday," reminded Adam.
Chad grinned, triumphantly.
"You got me there!" laughed Mike, leaning over the table and giving his
little brother a noogie. Between laughs, Chad struggled to get away from his strong
brother. In doing so, his foot caught hold of the tablecloth, jerking it once or
twice so that a cup of grape juice tipped over onto the carpet.
"Boys!" cried Shirley, running to the puddle of grape juice and mopping
it up with a kitchen towel, "I wish you would remember your table manners!"
As Shirley worked to remove the stain, she began to cry. Mike and Chad immediately
grew sober.
"Let me do that, Sis," Adam offered, taking the towel from Shirley's hand.
"It's a dark rug. The stain won't show." Weeping, Shirley ran to the master
bedroom and closed the door behind her.
"It's just grape juice," whispered Mike, puzzled.
"I'll go see if Mom's OK," said Chad, leaving the dining room. The nine-year-old
returned two minutes later, with a message from Shirley. She apologized, but she
didn't feel like eating. They were to continue dinner without her.
"I know! Mom's probably in her period," guessed Mike, after they returned
to the table.
"It's not polite to talk about peoples' periods, is it, Uncle Adam?" asked
Chad, taking a bite of dinner.
"Strangers, no; family, yes," agreed Adam, making it up as he went.
After dinner, Adam and his nephews washed the dishes, so Shirley wouldn't have to.
As Adam said good-night to Mike and Chad, Shirley appeared from the bedroom.
"Sis, are you all right?" asked Adam.
"I'm fine," Shirley replied. "I must be near that time of month to
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