Let tomorrow come

Chapter 15.

For the next few days, my grandmother spoke unflatteringly about my mother. Dad looked dejected. Looks like he couldn't get through to my mom. Mabel hovered next to him constantly. For the first time in my life I wanted to hit her, because no other person has ever disgust me so much. She made some vulgar hints to him, and he tried his best not to yell at her. He made me very upset with his actions. But it all seemed strange to me, because I heard what he said to her on Christmas night. And why didn't Mabel tell me about their kiss? Because of this, my grandmother thinks my mom is not good, but my mom is very good, I know.

Dad tried not to show it in front of John and me. He went with us to the fair and bought me candy. John also had his eye on something. But bad luck, even here Amber followed us, and her mother with her. I was beside myself with anger. I would talk to dad, but I'm still too young for such conversations, in his opinion, I understood this. But the next day Peter came to visit me. And I tried to share it with him. Maybe it's not very right to wash dirty linen in public, however, I don't have a closer friend at the moment. While the parents are here, we just exchange a few words with Ann during the day, but we cannot have a heart-to-heart talk, because due to the large number of people in the house, she is constantly busy. Peter listened to me and confirmed my fears that something was wrong with that. But he advised me to just watch. Peter had a slider phone and always carried it with him. He immediately dialed his father and asked something. When Mr. Wilson arrived to take him home, Peter handed me some strange rectangular black thing.

"Look, Chris, it's called a voice recorder."

He started showing me the buttons and explaining how it works. And although I wasn't sure that I remembered, I nodded. I need to be able to figure it out myself. Now I knew that I would prove my father's innocence.

***

Yesterday I snuck into Mabel's room while Marie was cleaning and asked her some stupid question. Marie got distracted, and I threw the recorder under the bed. I had already figured it out, so turning on the record button was not difficult for me. It's good that he could record for a long time. I walked out without any worries. At about six in the evening, right before dinner, Grandma Agnia came to see Mabel.

"Mabel, Jack doesn't look happy. I know that you have been friends since childhood, and even dated for some time. I know you love him. And I don't know why Jane reacted so harshly..." she started.

"Mom, stop. Are you serious? She is a usually hysterical woman, can't you see?!" Mabel interrupted irritably.

"Please listen to what I have to say..." Grandma Agnia continued, without raising her voice, "... I've known you for a long time. And if your relationship doesn't work out, it's both of you to blame, but not Jane. I got the impression that she is a good person. Even if Eugena treats her well, although you and I know that Eugena doesn't like people she has not known for many years, then that says something. Yes, now she is grumbling at her daughter-in-law because she doesn't know you as well as I do. Eugena believed your story, but you can't fool me. And I don't know where you kept silent, but a balanced woman would hardly react like that to a simple exchange of gifts. So talk to Jack tonight so this doesn't happen again. You have no right to destroy someone else's family. Do you know why Carl divorced you? Not because you didn't love him and only thought about his money. He got divorced because he realized what you were like."

"MOTHER!!!"

"We don't talk to you about this often, but you behaved badly this time. Now think about what I said."

Our guests have left. I was very happy. I'm pretty tired of the noise from Amber and John. I couldn't fully understand what Grandma Agnia was like, but she didn't seem like the worst woman to me. And most importantly, now I had two important recordings on the recorder. I've already listened to one, but I haven't had time to listen to the second yet, but I'll definitely do it later. I really wanted mom and dad to make peace. I tried to call my mom, but her phone was on voicemail. I left her a message. I was hoping she calls back soon.