Mona slammed the dinner dishes into the sink. “You’ve had all day to tell me and you wait till now?”
“I just couldn’t find the right words,” Clare stuttered.
Mona examined her youngest daughter. “The right words? There are no right words. Those words should’ve never come out of your mouth in the first place. What were you thinking?”
“Oh, so now you’re speechless.” Mona flipped a dish towel over her shoulder and leaned against the cabinet. “So what’s your plan?”
Sliding on a barstool, Clare sat and folded her hands in front of her. “I plan to keep it.”
“Keep it!” Mona whipped the dish towel off her shoulder and started wiping down the bar. “You have no idea how hard it’s going to be. Do you expect your father and me to help? Is that your plan?”
Clare stared at her hands. “Given the situation, I don’t really see any other options.”
“You could go to the…” Mona couldn’t finish her sentence, eyes dropping to the floor.
“I can’t do that, Mom,” Clare whispered. “I can’t kill it.”
Mona nodded as she sat by her daughter. “I know this is hard.” She grabbed her daughter’s hands. “What about adoption?”
Clare shook her head. “I don’t think I can do that. I’m already so attached. I don’t know how to explain it, but it brings me so much happiness. I can’t help but smile every time I think about it.”
Mona sighed. “Fine, we’ll do what we can.”
“Oh, thank you, Mom!” Clare threw her hands around Mona and squeezed her tight. “You won’t regret this I promise.”
Mona glanced down at the brown ball of fluff chewing on her shoelace and rolled her eyes as she felt a tug in her heart. Lifting the critter into her lap, she rubbed its ears causing it to close its eyes in ecstasy. Clare giggled causing Mona to smile. “Welcome to the family, puppy.”