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Authors: Janette Oke

Christine shook her head, “I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t
mean?
Surely you can see how it would look. We’re to be married, and you make me look like—” He said words Christine had never heard from him before. Her cheeks burned with shame—for both of them.
“I’m sorry—”
“You’re
sorry?
Sorry doesn’t cut it. I don’t like looking stupid. Not even to that old hag.”
Christine’s head came up. “She’s not an old hag,” she declared, fire in her voice. “And she is right. I am not planning to move out. Not until I am married. It would not look right. It would not be right. My—”
Christine felt a sharp blow sting her cheek. He had struck her.
One hand went up to cover the shame and humiliation. In spite of her resolve, tears spilled out and her lips trembled.
“Now look what you’ve gone and made me do,” he accused, but his voice had softened. He reached over to pull her into his arms. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered. “We can straighten this all out.” He was kissing her forehead. Christine felt her body tense, stiffen in resistance. How could he strike her one minute and kiss her the next?
He seemed to be aware of her reluctance. “I’ll take you home. We’ll talk about this later.”
He did take her home. Soon after, a large bouquet of winter blossoms was delivered along with a card that read simply,
I love you
.
Boyd
Christine shook her head in confusion. Frustration.
She sat on her bed and stared at the bouquet on her dresser. An engagement was a tense time. She simply must forgive him. It would be different once they were married. She’d just need to be careful not to push him, not to make things awkward for him.
Elizabeth arrived when winter still clutched the town with icy fingers. Christine shivered on the train platform, thankful it was not windy.
She had not realized how wonderful it would be to see her mother. How much she had missed her. They clung together, mingling tears and exchanging little words of mother-daughter love.
“I told Boyd not to come over tonight,” Christine laughed and wiped her eyes. “I want this time just for us. He’s going to take us to dinner tomorrow.”
Elizabeth sounded pleased with the arrangement. “I want to spend the entire evening catching up on everything that’s happened over the past months,” she said.
They took a cab to the boardinghouse and settled in to talk. Christine could hardly get the words out about her Boyd quickly enough, displaying the diamond ring and gifts he had given. She so much wanted her mother to approve of him and love him too.
“You’ll meet him tomorrow. I can hardly wait,” Christine concluded, hugging her mother again.
They talked until late into the night. After Christine had finally exhausted all the. wonders of her betrothed, the conversation turned to Wynn and Henry and even Teeko.
“I still miss the North,” Christine sighed. “But I like it here too,” she quickly added.
Boyd picked them up sharply at six the next evening and took them to the nicest restaurant in town. He was a model suitor, attending to each need and desire of both ladies. Christine was proud of him. She could tell her mother was impressed.
The next night the three went out again. Then Boyd drove them to his home so Elizabeth could meet his father. Mr. Kingsley was more than polite. He was charming. Christine had never seen him so well-groomed, attentive, and courteous.
“It’s a shame you ladies have to stay at the boardinghouse with all these rooms going to waste. Certainly you both would be welcome to stay here while you are in town, Mrs. Delaney. I’m sure with our chaperoning there would be no raised eyebrows.”
No, Mom,
Christine cried inwardly,
don’t agree to this. I’d never escape again.
“Perhaps not,” Elizabeth said graciously. “And I do thank you for your kindness, but we are rather enjoying the opportunity to share a room and woman-talk until the wee hours.” Elizabeth laughed softly. Much to Christine’s relief, Mr. Kingsley dropped the matter.
Saturday evening they all went out for dinner together. Mr. Kingsley was full of questions about the North and Wynn’s work with the RCMP “Fascinating! Most fascinating. You must have many stories to tell, Mrs. Delaney.”
When Boyd walked them to the door of the boardinghouse, he took Christine’s hand. “What time would you like to be picked up in the morning?” he asked.
“In the morning?” She tried to remember what had been said about plans for the next day.
“For the church sermon.”
“Oh—the church service.” Even as Christine thrilled at his words, she hoped her mother had not caught the slight misstatement.
“Ten-thirty,” she said, trying to keep her voice sounding natural. “I think that will give us plenty of time.”
“Fine.” He smiled and bent to kiss her cheek. Christine flushed at this first time he had kissed her in front of her mother.
“Thank you once again for a very pleasant evening,” Elizabeth said, extending her hand to the young man.
“My pleasure,” he replied, touching the brim of his hat.
Christine felt the entire week went well—and very quickly. Mr. Kingsley even gave Christine a few days off so they might shop together. In vain they searched the stores for the perfect wedding dress. At last they settled on material and a pattern. Elizabeth would sew the gown. Her deep pleasure was evident as she looked forward to fashioning the garment that her daughter would wear on the most exciting day of her life.
Again Boyd drove them to church and even managed not to squirm much through the service. At one point, Christine cast a glance his way and found he was actually listening to what the minister was saying. She smiled to herself. God was answering her prayers. Boyd was changing. Her heart swelled with happiness. She was so blessed.
Elizabeth left the next morning. With tears and promises, they bid each other good-bye. It would not be long until they saw one another again. Boyd was pressing for a June wedding, and the months would go by very quickly. Henry had already scheduled the time off so he could stand up for his little sister. Christine had chosen one of the young women from the church to be her attendant. Boyd was not happy with such a small wedding party, so he had asked that his friends be included. Christine had agreed, with a bit of reservation. She had heard little of his friends over the past months. She had secretly hoped Boyd was not seeing as much of them as he once did. But he did drop little comments now and then about what one or another of them was doing or had said. Christine knew he was still in touch.
I suppose it is only right that they be included. It’s his wedding too, she reasoned.
The next Sunday she dressed for church and took a seat in the hallway. She did not want to keep Boyd waiting. But the clock ticked on and on, and he did not come. At length she gave up and took the streetcar. She was quite late, which bothered her. As she neared the large oak doors, she knew she could not go in without drawing undue attention. She turned and walked to the trolley stop to catch the next streetcar back home. It was going to seem like a long Sunday without the comfort of the worship, without the pleasure of meeting her church friends. It seemed that Boyd’s interest in spiritual things had already waned.
Elizabeth carried home a good report. She and Wynn spent the evening in front of a crackling fire as she shared all of her adventures in the city.
“Our daughter sounds happy,” said Wynn.
“She appears to be.”
Teeko stirred at Wynn’s feet, yawned, and lay back down.
“Boyd certainly sounds like a fine young man.”
“He was most polite and thoughtful.”
“The father seems to think well of Christine.”
“He rather dotes on her.”
A log snapped, sending sparklers dancing upward.
“So why do I still see that doubt in your eyes?” he asked frankly, reaching out for her hand.
She clung to his offered support and took a minute to answer. “I don’t know. I just ... feel that ... things might not be what they seemed. There was just some ... underlying current that ... I pray I’m wrong. But I feel more ... more uneasy now than I did before I went.”
Their prayers together that night for their Christine were even more fervent than usual.
CHAPTER
Seventeen
“Oh boy,” Henry said, reading the latest dispatch as he stood in the office doorway.

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