Shine On (17 page)

E
mmie laughed and rolled her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was rolling her eyes at his comment or at herself. He had sent her flowers and had been so good to her today and she freaked out on him. Needless to say, she was beginning to feel a little embarrassed. Flowers. She hadn’t even mentioned the flowers he’d brought back home to her. How ungrateful.

“Thanks again for the flowers. I loved them,” she said honestly.

He smiled but said nothing. She waited for a few moments for him to brag or laugh about the flowers he’d sent to Mr. Thomas but he never said a word. He wasn’t going to tell her. Should she bring it up to him?

“Emmie I have the most exciting news. We are going to have a HUGE celebration. But we have so much work to do between now and then… You must help me,” Ava shouted as she danced into the kitchen. Gabe was close on her heels.

Oh my God. He had done it. He had proposed to her. Emmie didn’t even think he’d had time to get the ring but he must have. She smiled and grabbed Ava’s left hand. Gabe appeared in her peripheral vision shaking his head no, he may have been silent but he was very animated.

Emmie recovered. She shook Ava’s hand and danced with her. “A celebration,” she exclaimed. Ava was so excited that she never noticed her friend’s mistake.

“Yes, we are going to an early Halloween party. And get this—we will wear costumes. Emmie, will you make them for us? Please, please?” she begged her friend.

“Sure, of course,” Emmie nodded. Us, where in the world was Emmie going to find money to buy fabric for a Halloween costume?

Ava pulled Emmie into the living room and shared all of the details about the upcoming celebration. Apparently Ava had spoken with her mother after Silas got off the phone. October thirty-first was on a Friday this year and they were going to meet in some hotel in Louisville for the elaborate party. Women would wear costumes and Ava’s parents had rented a block of hotel rooms for a couple nights and they insisted she bring Emmie.

She kept her thoughts to herself, but weren’t these people supposed to be taking care of some poor dying relative? How could they be stopping to plan an elaborate celebration? Emmie carefully worded the question to Ava. She looked puzzled and shrugged her shoulders. It was Gabe who answered with an annoyed look at Emmie. He blurted out that Al thought Ava’s mom needed a reason to celebrate because she had been working so hard to take care of her sick uncle. With a pointed look in her direction he said, “You’ve been through a lot too. We could all use a reason to celebrate.” He tried to add an easy smile but something in his eyes looked anxious.

Ava nodded and agreed, accepting his quick answer. Something about his look told Emmie there was more to the story than just a need for a night of fun but she let it go. She’d be lying if she said she wouldn’t enjoy having something like this to look forward to. Emmie hadn’t been north of Smith’s Grove in years. She would work out the costume one way or another. Goodness knows she still had enough of her mama’s old sewing supplies around the house.

Later that night, Silas insisted on driving her home. Emmie supposed it was because he’d grown up in a big city and had an irrational fear of late-night walks. She didn’t argue with him this time. Just hugged her friends goodbye and walked to the car. Spotty followed closely behind her, wagging his tail.

“Nope,” Silas said, looking at the dog, “you’re walking.”

“Oh, come on,” Emmie laughed. “He’d love it.”

Silas sighed and opened the door for her and the dog, muttering something under his breath. She was pretty sure she heard a swear word. The dog settled into the back seat, his face pressed against the window.

Silas always held the door open for her. She realized that she had never seen Ronnie hold the door for her mama. Such a simple gesture but it made her feel like a somebody. The thought struck her out of nowhere. She was sad her Ma had never had that.

“You ever been to a Halloween party?” Silas asked, lighting a cigarette. She liked the easy conversation.

“No, I don’t guess I have. Not any with costumes or anything. You?” she wondered.

He shrugged, “A few.”

“You’re going to this one, right?” she asked.

“You think I’m going to let you go to a party in a hotel with our family alone?” he laughed, “Besides, they want everyone there.”

They, who are they? His tone made her feel the same strangeness she’d felt earlier about this impromptu shindig. “Who is everyone? Will your family be there?”

“Yeah. You’ll meet the whole McDowell clan.” His face looked unsure also.

That made her heart skip. She realized that she knew absolutely nothing about his family.

“I hadn’t thought about that. Now, your dad is Ava’s uncle… Molly’s brother?” she asked, questioning what she thought was true.

Silas nodded, taking a draw from his cigarette. “Michael, Mum is Ann-Claire, me, Patrick, or Trick as you know him, and Jem.”

“Jem?” she asked. She’d never heard of another brother.

“Jem,” he nodded.

“I didn’t know about Jem,” Emmie repeated.

He nodded again. “Much younger. Still in school.”

School like college or school like really young? Why was he not telling her about his family?

They pulled up to her house and he helped her out of the car then walked her to the door. She was surprised when he walked all the way in and looked around the house.

“Silas? What are you doing?” She couldn’t help but laugh.

When it met his inspection he walked back to the front door where she was standing. “I just don’t like you all the way out here alone.

She laughed and grabbed his hand. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, I know you think you are. I just wish you’d reconsider,” he said.

“Thank you again for my flowers…” It was on the tip of her tongue to bring up again about Mr. Thomas’s but she thought better of it. She really wasn’t sure what she’d say anyway.

He smiled. His eyes softened. “I’m glad you liked them.” He brushed his hand through her hair. They stood there like that for while. It may have been moments or hours. She couldn’t tell. Time seemed to play tricks on her in moments like this.

He shook his head and brushed a kiss on her temple. “Emmie I’ve got a lot of work to do for Uncle Al at the firm. We’re wrapping up an important case this Friday and there’s a couple of things he needs me to take care of, so…” He shrugged his shoulder like he was having a hard time finding the words. “I’m going to busy the next week or so. I probably won’t have much time for…” He didn’t finish.

She could assume that sentence could be finished with a “you.” He probably wouldn’t have much time for her. Emmie nodded, accepting his words. She was surprised to feel a little sting. He seemed to run hot or cold with her and she didn’t really know why.

“That’s fine,” she said because there was nothing else she could say.

He nodded, “Lock up, okay?”

She nodded.

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The next few days time seemed to tick by slowly. She tutored Max and that provided a much-needed break to the monotony of the home-work-home routine. She was disappointed that Walter didn’t meet Max and her in town at the end session like he usually did. She bet he hadn’t yet worked out a way to get rid of her apple pie ’shine and didn’t have the heart to face her yet.

Ava had called her nearly every night to share some new costume idea. With each phone call her ideas seemed to get a bit more bizarre—last night she said they should dress as their favorite holiday. Ava had actually suggested that she may wear nothing but a gown covered in hearts to dress as St. Valentine’s Day. Thank goodness Emmie told her about a few new Halloween patterns that had just arrived at the shop. Ava soon agreed they could brainstorm some alternatives together.

At work the next day Emmie was lucky. A package arrived for Mr. Thomas that he was positively giddy about. He practically skipped to the office and locked himself away in privacy. Emmie peeked her head in to let him know she was headed to lunch. He actually put his arm over a small black box to keep it from her view.

“Emmie, you have worked so hard today.” His too easy smile made her wonder what he was up to. “Please feel free to take an extra ten minutes.”

Well, that was weird. She knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth… especially when the gift horse was Mr. Thomas. So, she left as quickly as possible without any other questions.

Emmie walked across College Street and found Ava already sitting on the park bench facing the fountain. She was surprised to see that Ava had a brown bag and two bottles of Coke. She hadn’t really expected her to remember the actual food part to their meeting for lunch.

Ava passed Emmie the soda and half a sandwich as soon as she sat down. “Eat up. I know the old coot doesn’t give you much time,” she gave a look of annoyance as she spoke.

“He actually gave me ten extra minutes. He is elated with some black box that came in the mail,” Emmie shrugged.

“What an odd bird.” Ava shook her head. “Enough about him. Where are the patterns?” she smiled.

Emmie pulled the envelope out of her purse. There were five illustrations on the front, girls with flapper-style Halloween costumes: witch, bat, pumpkin, spider, ghost.

Ava took the pattern envelope and studied it closely. “Hmm… this will be perfect for you,” she said, pointing to the witch, “and this will be perfect for me.” She pointed to the pumpkin dress with a full jack-o-lantern skirt and tight bodice.

“When can we start?” she asked with a toothy smile.

Chapter Twenty-seven

E
mmie laughed at Ava’s impatience. However, the truth was, she actually welcomed the project. It would be good to have something to do with her nights. She found it harder and harder to find sleep these days and it would be a great distraction from everything on her mind.

She swallowed a gulp of her Coke. “I can start as soon as we get the fabric. Do you want the bodice this tight and the skirt to flow out like a ballerina?” Emmie wondered aloud, touching the simple illustration on the cover of the pamphlet envelope.

“Yes, do you like it?” Ava asked excited.

Emmie nodded to answer her question. She gobbled down the rest of her sandwich and finished the soda as she looked over the fabric requirements for the pattern.

“Want to go to the fabric shop and see if they have what we need? I have time, if we make it quick,” Emmie said.

The fabric shop was just down College Street. It actually had a whole section devoted to the bold fabrics of autumn and Halloween. Emmie made quick work of picking out what she needed for Ava’s costume and headed for the counter.

“Wait, did you get the black and silver for yours?” Ava asked, grabbing her friend’s hand.

Emmie pursed her lips. “Oh… well, I think I may have some black that would be perfect back at the house.”

“But what about the lace overlay? It’s what makes yours beautiful.” Ava smiled pointing at the image.

“I’ll work something out,” she shrugged a shoulder. “I really need to get back to work. Just buy those and I’ll pick them up from you later, okay?”

Emmie turned to head out of the store. “Emma Rose,” Ava stepped forward and grabbed her friend by the arm, “I have known you since you were three years old and I know when you’re lying. Your nose flares… like that.” She pointed at her friend and they both smiled. “I’m buying this fabric. My treat… well Dad’s treat. But you know he thinks of you as family.”

“Ava, it’s fine.” She put her hand up to stop the conversation. “I know I have some black at home that will work perfectly. Don’t worry about me, okay.” Her pride made this conversation a tough pill to swallow.

Emmie reached down and touched the burnt orange tulle that would soon become Ava’s skirt. “It’s going to be lovely. This is your party, I’m just happy to be a part of it. Don’t worry about me.” She glanced down at Ava’s watch. “I’m sorry. I really have to get back.” She ran from the fabric shop without waiting for her friends reply.

When Emmie got home that evening there was a large navy box with a red ribbon on her porch. Balancing the box and her purse she unlocked the door. Dropping all of the belongings on the table, she pulled the ends of the ribbon and it fell to the side. She eased the lid off the box to find it was filled with the supplies from the fabric shop, including a soft black silk fabric and full bolt lace overlay material. This was twice as expensive as the fabric for Ava’s dress. She was going to kill her. The pattern was at the bottom of the box with a short note pinned to it.

Emmie,

Since I know you won’t let me pay you for the sewing, I thought you could accept the cloth for your dress without contest. See, no charity case here. No harm done. Just me paying you for services rendered.

Love, Ava.

Emmie shook her head—she should have known. The cost of this fabric was enough to pay for many weeks worth of groceries. But the gesture was kind and appreciative. Ava was a good friend. She set the lovely black fabric aside and put all of her attention on Ava’s pumpkin dress. It was going to be stunning. Emmie wasn’t very hungry that evening, so she just snacked on some cheese and crackers while she pinned and pieced Ava’s costume together. Too much was on her mind.