Bear Meets Girl

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cella woke up swinging, but her wrists were quickly caught and held and a strong voice snapped, “Ma!”

Cella opened her eyes, immediately relaxed. “Hey, baby. Was I sleep-punching again?”

“No.” Meghan released her.

“What time is it?”

“Three a.m.”

“Really?” Then Cella grinned and threw her arms wide, wrapping them around her daughter. “Baby, it’s your birthday!”

Meghan hugged her back, but sighed. “Yeah. Great birthday.”

“What’s wrong?” Cella leaned back. “You and Josie have a fight?”

“No. I got my ... ya know.”

“Your period? Would you just say it? You’re going to be a doctor.”

“I’d prefer to say my menstruation started, but then you’d get bitchy about that.”

“That just sounds snobby.”

“Anyway, I was wondering if you could take me to the twenty-four-hour drugstore on Jericho Turnpike? I’m out of supplies.”

“Your cousins don’t have anything you can use?”

“I’m sure they do ... they also have brothers that I’d rather not sit around with on my birthday discussing this.”

Cella shuddered, remembering life with her own cousins at that age. Nothing was sacred or secret.

Throwing off the covers, Cella got out of bed. “Come on.”

After changing out of her shorts and tank top and into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, she grabbed a set of SUV keys and they went out onto the street that the Malone family had taken over long before little Meghan was born. It was a street that Nassau police steered clear of. So did any local car thieves or home invaders. Every once in a while, those who didn’t know the area well enough or thought they were too smart to get caught came here looking to steal or just cause problems.

Yeah ... that never ended well.

Cella pulled away from the curb, and headed to the pharmacy. Her daughter, yawning, rested her head against the window.

“You know, baby, you can always take one of the cars yourself if you need to go somewhere.”

“Fine!” her daughter suddenly exploded. “I’m sorry I woke you up! And I’m sorry I’m bothering you to help me out! Next time I won’t!”

Cella hit the brakes, stopping the car at the end of their street. She let the silence percolate for a bit before she asked, “Something amiss, my love?”

Well, she hadn’t meant to do that. “No, no. Of course not,” Meghan lied, hoping her mother would let it go.

Then again, her mother didn’t let anything go. That was what made Cella Malone a great hockey player and killer cat.

But, at the very least, she started driving again.

“Look, Meg, I know you don’t like deep, meaningful conversations, but you can’t yell at me and not tell me what’s going on. What I’m doing wrong.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just under a lot of stress right now.”

“The last thing you should have, kid, is stress.”

“There’s just a lot going on, okay? I’ve got school, Daddy’s wedding, or weddings. I’ve never actually left the country before and now I’m going all the way to flippin’ Israel.”

“It’s gorgeous there. You’ll love it. And you’ll have all of KZS watching your ass while you’re there. You couldn’t be more safe if I vacuum-sealed you in a puncture-resistant bag, which I’ve thought about.”

“I’m not worried about my safety, Ma.”

“You should always be worried about your safety anytime you leave the ... front yard.”

Meg’s eyes crossed and she stared out the window.

“Is this about college?”

Meghan cringed, not ready for this conversation. She might never be ready.

“I don’t know what you’re worried about. You’re going to do great at Boston U.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re smart, you’re gorgeous—because you’ve got my genes—and you’ll have the Boston Malones watching out for you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“If you want, we can go up there and spend time with the family one of these upcoming weekends. Go check out the campus, look around ...”

Get her off the subject! Get her off the subject!

“It’s not school. It’s ... it’s ...”

“It’s what?”

“It’s ... you.”

“Me?”

“And the aunts.”

Her mother sighed and Meg could hear the frustration in her voice. “What did Deirdre say to you?”

“Ma.”

“That old bitch is really getting on my last goddamn nerve.”

“Ma! This is what I’m talking about.” And she wasn’t making this part up. “All you do is fight with the aunts. Especially Deirdre.”

“Because she’s evil.”

“She’s not evil. She’s blood.” Meg turned in the seat and looked at her mother. “What is it about Aunt Deirdre that bothers you?”

“Bothers me? That woman hates me, and she’s been trying to turn you against me since your birth. The placenta hadn’t even come out yet when she started in.”

“Ma.”

“Don’t ‘Ma’ me.”

“You know what I want for my birthday?” Meghan snapped. “For you not to fight with Deirdre.”

“Why don’t you just ask for the sun?”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “That’ll be my birthday all day today. Getting between you and Deirdre.”

“No one asks you to get between us.”

“I can’t have you fighting an old woman!”

“Don’t let her age fool you. She-tigers who manage to live that long are naturally mean and those disfigured knuckles of hers are not from an accident but brawls that she usually started.”

“Like you?”

“I don’t start brawls, baby, I finish them.”

Fed up with the conversation, Meg blew out a breath and focused her gaze straight ahead. The silence lasted until they pulled into the parking lot and that’s when her mother said, “You don’t want me to fight with Deirdre? I won’t fight with Deirdre. I won’t fight with her.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that no matter how hard she pushes, I will not let her goad me into a fight.”

“Ma, you’re not physically capable of doing that.”

“I can do anything.”

“Gliding around on ice while beating up guys ten times your size—this is what you can physically manage. Not fighting with your elderly aunt? Not so much.”

“But I will. For you. Not only that, I’m not going to fight with Deirdre until after you leave for the second wedding.”

“Ma.”

“I’ve made up my mind.”

“But why would you do that?”

“Because I love you. And no matter what that old bitch told you, I did not desert you.”

Startled, Meg looked at her mother. “I know.”

“Do you?”

“Of course, I do. It’s not like you ran off to Times Square to be a hooker. You joined the Marines. Besides, there’s no way to desert a Malone cub when you’ve got ten thousand aunts, uncles, and cousins in North America, Hawaii, and Puerto Rico alone.”

“Don’t forget Alaska.”

“Ma, Alaska is part of North America.”

“Whatever.”

When Meg’s eyes crossed, her mother laughed and took Meg’s hand in her own. Cella’s were covered in scars, old and new, some from hockey, some from her work as a “contractor,” and some from just being the East Coast Bare Knuckle Champion five years running.

“I want you to have the best birthday you can possibly have with your personality—”

“Thanks.”

“—and if that means putting up with that vicious old woman and her annoying machinations, I’ll do it. Because I love you and I want you to be fucking happy.”

“Uh ...”

“Now let’s go into this pharmacy and get you some goddamn tampons. My treat!”

Meg watched her mother get out of the SUV, slamming the door behind her.

“I’m so never bored with this family,” she sighed, pushing the door open and following her mother into the store.