Love Comes Home (27 page)

“You’re young, Clay. Only twenty-two. Don’t settle for less than love.”

Clay shut his eyes and pulled in a breath. The kitchen was so quiet he could hear the clock on the mantel in the front room ticking past the seconds. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at his mother. “I can love Paulette.”

“Can you?” she asked, but she didn’t expect an answer. She dropped her hand away from his arm and began scraping up the breakfast dishes.

He was glad to be out of the house. Glad to have something to do with his hands as he lifted the yoke down off the barn
wall. Ace stood still, resigned to another day of pulling the plow. Some of the farmers around them were getting tractors, but Ace and Clay were still a good team that could get the work done without worrying about buying gasoline.

Then again, maybe it would be good to need gasoline. Only one place to buy that in Rosey Corner. He could almost see Victoria coming out to the pumps, the wind blowing back her dark hair. A smile on her face. For him. That part was nothing but fanciful imagination.

With a sigh, he leaned his forehead against Ace’s neck and answered his mother. “Maybe I can’t.” He’d have to tell Paulette. He couldn’t lead her on when he was in love with another woman. It didn’t matter whether that other woman loved him back or not. It wasn’t fair to Paulette to settle for less than love.

The last person Tori wanted to see Monday morning was Graham Lindell, but Graham would be at the store. He came into the store every morning for a banana or a chocolate bar. So unless she played sick and stayed home, she was going to see him. She was too old to play sick, but she did feel Samantha’s forehead. The child didn’t feel the least bit warm. Tori was glad Samantha wasn’t sick, but that didn’t keep her feet from dragging as she took the little girl’s hand and headed toward the store.

Her mother and father always went to the store to open up and be there to sell gasoline to the people on their way to work in Frankfort. Tori stayed at the house to get Samantha up and ready for their day at the store. Once she got there, her father went on to his shoe repair shop. Sometimes Tori
wished she could trade with him. Learn to fix shoes and let him wait on the customers.

Kate would have taken Tori’s place at the store after she moved back to Rosey Corner, but Tori hadn’t figured out what else she could do. Maybe be a secretary like Evie. She could type. She’d learned on Kate’s typewriter. She could find a ride to Frankfort where the jobs were, and Mrs. Harper would keep Samantha. But Tori wanted to be the one Samantha ran to when she bumped her head or found a pretty rock. She didn’t want to just hear about it when she came in from work. Then again, she’d never planned to be a widow.

Graham was in one of the loafer’s chairs with Chaucer stretched out at his feet when they got to the store. Chaucer’s tail thumped the floor when Samantha ran to Graham. That was good. It would delay the questions about whether she caught any fish on Saturday. Graham hadn’t been at church on Sunday, so he wouldn’t know how his matchmaking plans had gone awry. He hadn’t seen Paulette hanging on to Clay’s arm like they belonged together.

And why did that make Tori’s stomach hurt? It was what she wanted. What she’d told Clay would make her happy. He’d looked happy enough with Paulette. She shook her head a little to get thoughts of Clay out of her mind, but it didn’t work. The more she tried not to think about him, the more she did. But it was only because she’d been so rude to him. That was all. It wasn’t like she was part of a fairy tale with a happy-ever-after ending. Sammy was her happy ever after. An ending that had happened all too soon.

She had dreamed about Sammy. That wasn’t unusual, but somehow this dream was different. In this dream, he seemed like he was standing right in front of her. When she reached
toward him, he held up his hand to keep her from touching him. Then they’d been at the pond. She hooked such a big fish, it bent her pole almost double. Beside her, Sammy laughed and told her to make sure not to let it get away. When she finally reeled in the fish and held it up, Sammy backed away from her out onto the pond. His smile was bright, almost glowing, as he floated over the water and up into the air. She screamed at him to come back, but he only waved and called to her to not let the fish get away.

She must have cried out, because Lorena crawled in the bed beside her and stroked her head as though comforting Samantha. Tori pretended to be asleep. She was too unsettled by the dream to talk about it. It probably hadn’t meant a thing. Just something that stuck in her head after she let the fish she’d caught get away Saturday.

When Lorena went back to her bed, Tori opened her eyes to stare at the dark air and wish for the morning light. Or failing that, Samantha to awaken and need to be held.

Now at the store, Graham raised his eyebrows at Tori overtop of Samantha’s head, but he was too busy entertaining the little girl with some crazy story to ask Tori anything. Good, Tori thought as she went behind the counter to ring up Mrs. Williamson’s groceries. But then the store emptied out.

Tori’s mother picked up a basket of groceries to deliver to Aunt Hattie’s. “I’d let you go, Victoria, but I’m worried about Aunt Hattie. I want to see how she’s doing.”

“Fern said she was poorly.” Graham spoke up. “Said she guessed she’d stay out of the woods and watch after her today.”

“She must be bad if Fern’s staying out of the woods.” Mama frowned as she headed toward the door.

Samantha clambered down from Graham’s lap and caught up with her grandmother. “Wanna go.” Chaucer wagged his tail and followed her, but Graham called him back.

Mama and Samantha both looked at Tori. “It might make Aunt Hattie feel better to see her,” Mama said.

“Be good.” Tori gave in, although that meant she wouldn’t have the little girl as a buffer between her and Graham’s questions.

“Be good,” Samantha echoed and flashed Tori the smile so like Sammy’s. “Go with Mama Nadie.”

The little girl didn’t look back as she went out the door, setting the bell above it to tinkling. Tori watched them through the window. Her mother had Samantha’s hand clasped in hers as they walked up the road.

When they were out of sight, Tori picked up the broom. “I’d better go sweep around the gas pumps.”

“Here. Let me do it.” Graham clambered to his feet and reached for the broom. “Be good for me to get some exercise.”

“No, I can.” Tori didn’t turn loose of the broom.

He kept hold of the broom handle too. “You appear to be a mite upset with me, Victoria.”

She started to deny it, but what good would that do? She let go of the broom and turned to face him squarely. “I don’t need you matchmaking for me.”

Graham didn’t seem the least bothered by her words. “So he came.”

“He came.”

“Catch any fish?” Graham leaned on the broom and Chaucer, seeing that his master didn’t seem in any hurry to move, plopped down and heaved out a contented breath.

“No,” Tori said flatly, but then she was remembering her
dream. Maybe she should tell Graham about it. She was irritated at him, but he did know how to listen. She shook away the thought. The dream hadn’t meant anything. Certainly nothing to do with Clay Weber.

“He’s a good boy, Victoria. And neck deep in love with you.”

“Didn’t show that yesterday at church. If he was liking anybody, it was Paulette Browning.”

Graham looked a little surprised, but then he said, “Liking her maybe. Might even settle for her if you don’t give him no encouragement, but that would be a shame. For the both of them.” He narrowed his eyes on Tori. “For you too.”

Tori stared at him. Graham had been part of her life since she could remember. A part of their family even if they claimed no actual kinship. He was somebody she could count on to be on her side. Somebody who would tell her the truth. Was he telling her the truth now? But what did he know about love? He was an old bachelor who’d never shown the slightest interest in changing that in all the years she’d known him.

He smiled, reading her thoughts. “You’re wondering what I know about love?”

She didn’t deny it. “The thought was crossing my mind.”

“Well, Victoria, truth is, not enough. Not nearly enough.” He sounded so sad that Chaucer got up and pushed his head against Graham’s leg. Then without saying more, Graham went out the door.

She watched him sweep around the gas pumps. Tears popped up in her eyes, but she didn’t know if she was crying for him or for herself. She was glad when the bell over the door jangled and a customer came in. She’d have to
find a way to give Graham a hug later. Would she need to apologize to everyone before the week was over?

She turned to help Mrs. Riley find what she needed. But she was seeing Clay’s face at the pond after she told him to go away. She wasn’t sure she’d get a chance to make that apology because he’d done what she asked. Gone away.

Couldn’t a girl change her mind? But changing her mind didn’t mean she could unsay her words. Not if those words had sent Clay back to Paulette. The best thing she could do was wipe all thoughts of Clay out of her mind. Concentrate on Samantha. And on figuring out a job she could do that she liked better than waiting on customers who couldn’t decide between brown beans or white beans and poked fingernails in the apples to see if they were ripe.

“Let me sack up some of these apples for you,” Tori said in her sweetest voice to try to save some of the apples from Mrs. Riley’s fingernail probes.

26

M
onday morning Kate wanted to get up the way she always did to send Jay off to work, but she remembered Aunt Hattie’s advice and stayed in bed.

“Do you think you can fry your own eggs this morning? I’m not feeling so hot.” She watched him pull on his shirt.

“Sure thing.” He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and stroked her arm. “Anything I can get you?”

“A glass of water would be great.” She did seem to be extra thirsty.

He was back in a flash with a glass of ice water and some crackers. He knew the crackers helped settle her stomach when she had morning sickness. He didn’t know it wasn’t morning sickness gripping her now.

She pushed her pillow against the headboard to sit up and sip the water. Even that worried her, but Aunt Hattie couldn’t have meant she had to stay flat on her back. Surely she could sit up. And she’d already been up to the bathroom. The pain in her back hurt worse when she was on her feet, but that was just because she’d been lying down so long, wasn’t it?

“I’m sorry,” she said as he took the glass from her and sat it on the bedside table.

“About what?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “Not getting my breakfast? I didn’t marry you for your cooking.”

“Then why?” Kate played along.

“Your mother’s brown sugar pie. Don’t you remember?” He gave her hair a playful tousle.

“Then maybe you should have married her.”

“Your father wasn’t in favor of that idea.”

“Lucky for me.”

“I’m the lucky one here. Never forget that.” He laid his hand on her cheek for a moment before he turned away to pull on his shoes. “And it has nothing to do with you getting up to cook me breakfast. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.” He turned back to give her a kiss. “And you too. But right now I’m late. I’ll just grab an apple on the way out.”

“I love you.” She made herself not cling to him.

They had already talked about Lorena’s singing the night before and laughed about her messing up her words. The morning had seemed like most others except she hadn’t gone to the kitchen to start the coffee.

He put his hand over hers. “Are you all right, Kate?”

That was when she should have told him. No. She wasn’t all right. She was scared about the pains. She was scared about the way Aunt Hattie looked at her after she’d prayed that last line.
But
your will, not ours, Lord, for you knows best.
Kate knew she should pray the same thing, but she only wanted one answer to her prayer. And she was terrified that wasn’t the answer she was going to get. Speaking her fears aloud would make it too real. Maybe if she rested a few days, then she’d be strong enough to make it all okay.