Bethany put down her fork, thinking. “I wish I’d kept up with her. Not necessarily as her patient. More as a friend. I really did like her.”
“If you want, I can give her your new phone number,” Molson offered.
Drew raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to see the good doctor again?”
“I’ll be at the hospital this week again,” Molson savored his last bite of cake. He was pleasantly full.
“You’re sure there’s nothing wrong?” Bethany frowned.
Molson rolled his eyes. “I’m good. It’s not for me.”
“Margot?” Drew questioned, not really concerned.
“Nah, she’s okay as she can be. You gonna come see her soon?” Molson asked, knowing that there wasn’t really any point in asking. Drew hadn’t been to see their mother in a long time.
“No,” Drew said shortly.
“When am I going to meet your mother?” Bethany asked sweetly.
“Never. Trust me, you don’t want to,” Drew grimaced. “She’s not exactly mother of the year.”
“My father wasn’t exactly all that great either,” Bethany reminded him.
“Yeah but she’s called Wacko Margo for a reason,” Drew responded.
“She had her moments,” Molson defended Margot. “Sure, she’s not exactly stable, but when she’s in a good mood she’s real sweet.”
“She needs a mental institution,” Drew said definitively.
“It would be nice if you visited her,” Molson tried again.
“That’s not happening,” Drew shook his head.
“Fine,” Molson slumped in his chair, one hand over his satisfied stomach. He was disappointed in Drew but couldn’t force his brother to go see Margot. He wished Drew would visit her. Maybe he would see how their mother had been deteriorating lately and offer some help.
Or at least some cash to hire help.
Molson sighed and checked his phone for the time. He needed to get going if he had any hope of getting Margot ready in time for the center. He’d catch a cat nap on the bus.
It was a good thing he was a basic insomniac.
“I got to bounce,” Molson stood. “Find out if it’s even possible for this to work, with the gang leaders getting immunity in exchange for rolling on David.”
“You need to find out if they’ll even talk,” Drew responded.
“You do your part, I’ll do mine,” Molson vowed. He had to make it happen. He was going to right his wrong and earn Michael’s freedom.
“Remember, we’ve got that meeting tomorrow,” Drew reminded Molson.
Molson closed his eyes a moment. He’d forgotten. Not that he really cared about the Rameslys. However, Drew and Bethany had been invited to a meeting by the family in hopes that with pooling all their resources and knowledge, they might be able to come to some solution on how to get Michael out of prison. Drew had invited Molson along. They both wanted to right this wrong.
Somehow, he’d have to catch up on his sleep at some point.
Molson nodded grimly. “I’ll be there.”
“I’ll get it,” Max Ramesly, greeted his cousin Jake and the tabloid reporter Sterling Denver cordially at the door, unsurprised that they had arrived together. In fact, he looked inordinately pleased as he ushered them in.
“Elle and Piaget have the kids at Noah’s place. Kelly is currently taking care of Ann and the babies,” Max invited them in. “The rest of us are trying to get an update of what everyone has found out at the moment.”
