From Here to Paternity

edged with pines that were bowed down with snow. At a wooden sign saying, “Eagle’s Nest,“ which, due to fancy lettering, Jane took to be saying, “Bagle’s Nest,“ Shelley told Mel to turn into a parking lot. Four luxurious homes surrounded the small lot. “Paul and I are in the first one, you and the girls are in the second one, Jane, and Mel and the boys are in the one at the far end.“
    “These are the cabins?“ Jane exclaimed. “They’re nicer than my house!“
    “Each one is a duplex, though you wouldn’t guess it to look. Your entrance is on this side,“ Shelley said, pointing.
    “Help me with Willard, and then you’ll be finished with me for the day,“ Jane told Mel.
    “Finished with you and starting with the boys,“ he groused.
    “Don’t worry about them,“ Shelley said. “They skied all afternoon and are probably sound asleep. Jane’s got the tough lot. Girls can go for phenomenal lengths of time without sleeping.“
    It took all three of them to unload Willard and wake him up enough that he wobbled over to a tree to lift his leg. Jane had to lean against the big shambling yellow dog to keep him from falling right over while he teetered on three legs. As soon as they had him headed toward the right door, Shelley gave Mel his key. He gave Jane a perfunctory kiss and started unloading his own luggage.
    “Mr. Conviviality,“ Shelley muttered, unlocking Jane’s door while Jane fought to get Willard back on his feet. He’d decided to sleep on the step.
    “He’s a tad cranky from the drive. It is a terribly long way from the Denver airport, and the drive up into the mountains is horrifying at night in the snow. Besides, I think he’s afraid of flying and much too macho to admit it. I thought there was something wrong with the engines until I realized it was just Mel grinding his teeth.“
    “Voilà!“ Shelley said, flinging the door open.
    Jane dragged Willard inside and let him collapse in the front hall before she took a look around.
    “My God! What a place!“ she exclaimed.
    There was a large living room with a sunken seating area in front of a fireplace that would have been at home in a largish castle. A pile of logs glowed red and filled the room with the delicious scent of wood-smoke. The fireplace wall was of slabs of fieldstone. The far end of the room was entirely glass, with doors that opened onto a deck that wrapped around the back of the structure. The wall between was entirely shelves, with books, handsome knickknacks, and an entertainment center that included a huge television, VCR, and tape deck. The rich forest-green carpeting, dark wood, and deeply upholstered leather furniture combined to be both sumptuous and rustic. Jane was grinning until she turned around to look at Shelley and spotted what was behind them.
    “Oh, no! What’s that!“
    “You know what it is.“
    “I hope I’m wrong, but it looks suspiciously like a kitchen ! Curses!“
    “Now, Jane. You don’t ever have to go in it if you don’t want to.“
    “Shelley, don’t be an idiot. Where there’s a kitchen and a mother, people will expect cooking to be done.“
    “Then those unnamed people will just have to live with disappointment for a few days,“ Shelley said.
    “I know. That firewood on the deck. Maybe we could use that to board it up and nobody will ever know it’s there.“
    “Too late. I already took the girls to the grocery store and they’ve filled it with soft drinks and junk food. And I’ve stashed a lovely bottle of white wine and some of your favorite cheese in the fridge. Want a glass?“
    “If you’ll fix it,“ Jane said. “I want to leave here without ever having set foot in that room.“
    She hauled her bag and Willard down the hall, observing with approval that her daughter, Katie, and Shelley’s daughter, Denise, shared a big bedroom, while she had a smaller but more attractive one with its own bath all to herself. Her bedroom had two queen-sized beds with room left over. It also had a glass wall overlooking the deck. She greeted the girls, who were shrieking with laughter and trying out a dreadful mauve shade of nail polish, before taking off her travel clothes and donning a comfortable flannel granny gown and fuzzy slippers. As a child, she’d always been “representing her country“ when she traveled and couldn’t break the habit of dressing up to get on a plane. Someday she might be able to throw on a pair of jeans and head for the airport, but for