positive.”
“It’s just that Julie and I have been so looking forward to this, and …”
Addie walked over and hugged her mother. “Stop. I wouldn’t dream of letting you cancel this trip. It’s perfect. You and Julie together on those warm sandy beaches. I’ll be fine, I promise.”
The relief in her mother’s face was nearly palpable. Addie was sincere. She wanted her mother to get away for Christmas. “I still want to put up the outdoor lights,” she said, returning to the plastic boxes her father had packed up the Christmas before and stored away.
“Oh sure, sweetheart, if that’s what you want. Do you need me to help you?”
“I can do it.” Among all the other valuable life lessons Montana had taught Addie, she’d learned resourcefulness. Though she’d never done it before, she’d figure out a way to string the lights on those two trees. It wouldn’t feel like Christmas without them.
“I’ll start dinner, then.”
“Great. I’m starving.”
After her mother left, Addie found the strands of outdoor lights and carted them to the front of the house. She needed a ladder, too. At five-foot-three, she wasn’t nearly tall enough to reach the top.
She’d gotten everything set up when she heard the sound of a car door behind her. Standing halfway up the ladder, she glanced over her shoulder to see a bright, shiny, silver BMW parked at the curb behind her dilapidated, fender-rusting, once-blue Honda.
Erich.
Her heart sank. He was sure to make some derogatorycomment about her car, right after he called her Adeline. He might even be so obnoxious as to mention her girlhood crush on him. Even before he spoke, her teeth were clenched.
“Adeline, is that you?”
Unbelievable!
“It’s Addie,” she said coolly.
“Oops, sorry, I forgot,” he teased, when clearly he hadn’t. Then he had the audacity to laugh.
She brushed a long strand of dark hair away from her face.
“Need any help with that?”
“No, thanks,” she said, as she continued to wind the strand around the bushy tree. She needed no help, least of all from him. It wasn’t only the teasing she’d taken as a kid that contributed to her dislike of him—that was only a small part. Erich, Karl, and her brother had often ganged up on her. Being something of a tomboy, she’d followed them, hungering to join in their fun. Instead, Erich had teased her mercilessly. It’d gotten worse as she grew older and got braces. He’d called her “live wire” and poked fun at her until she’d run and hide in her bedroom. But that was nothing compared to the way he’d stepped all over her tender, young heart.
“You home for Christmas?” he asked.
“Something like that,” she answered, without looking at him.
He hesitated, and when he spoke he sounded genuineand sincere. “Like I said when we spoke at the funeral, I’m sorry for your loss. I loved your dad.”
“Yeah, me, too.” The lump was back and she swallowed hard, determined not to let him see how his words had affected her. Funny thing was, she didn’t remember speaking to him at the funeral. She’d been in a fog then, confused and grieving.
“Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“Maybe,” she returned dismissively. At the moment, all she wanted was for him to leave her alone.
By the time she had the lights wound around the first tree it was pitch-dark. The only illumination came from the porch light.
A little while later, when Addie was half finished with the twin tree on the other side of the porch, her mother opened the door and called out, “Dinner’s ready.”
“I’m almost done,” Addie promised, unwilling to quit now. She worked quietly, traipsing up and down the ladder as she moved the string of lights around the tree, stretching her arms as high as she could without losing her balance.
The Simmonses’ front door opened. “Let me hand you the lights,” Erich offered, crossing the yard and coming up behind her.
Addie’s initial reaction was to
“It’s just that Julie and I have been so looking forward to this, and …”
Addie walked over and hugged her mother. “Stop. I wouldn’t dream of letting you cancel this trip. It’s perfect. You and Julie together on those warm sandy beaches. I’ll be fine, I promise.”
The relief in her mother’s face was nearly palpable. Addie was sincere. She wanted her mother to get away for Christmas. “I still want to put up the outdoor lights,” she said, returning to the plastic boxes her father had packed up the Christmas before and stored away.
“Oh sure, sweetheart, if that’s what you want. Do you need me to help you?”
“I can do it.” Among all the other valuable life lessons Montana had taught Addie, she’d learned resourcefulness. Though she’d never done it before, she’d figure out a way to string the lights on those two trees. It wouldn’t feel like Christmas without them.
“I’ll start dinner, then.”
“Great. I’m starving.”
After her mother left, Addie found the strands of outdoor lights and carted them to the front of the house. She needed a ladder, too. At five-foot-three, she wasn’t nearly tall enough to reach the top.
She’d gotten everything set up when she heard the sound of a car door behind her. Standing halfway up the ladder, she glanced over her shoulder to see a bright, shiny, silver BMW parked at the curb behind her dilapidated, fender-rusting, once-blue Honda.
Erich.
Her heart sank. He was sure to make some derogatorycomment about her car, right after he called her Adeline. He might even be so obnoxious as to mention her girlhood crush on him. Even before he spoke, her teeth were clenched.
“Adeline, is that you?”
Unbelievable!
“It’s Addie,” she said coolly.
“Oops, sorry, I forgot,” he teased, when clearly he hadn’t. Then he had the audacity to laugh.
She brushed a long strand of dark hair away from her face.
“Need any help with that?”
“No, thanks,” she said, as she continued to wind the strand around the bushy tree. She needed no help, least of all from him. It wasn’t only the teasing she’d taken as a kid that contributed to her dislike of him—that was only a small part. Erich, Karl, and her brother had often ganged up on her. Being something of a tomboy, she’d followed them, hungering to join in their fun. Instead, Erich had teased her mercilessly. It’d gotten worse as she grew older and got braces. He’d called her “live wire” and poked fun at her until she’d run and hide in her bedroom. But that was nothing compared to the way he’d stepped all over her tender, young heart.
“You home for Christmas?” he asked.
“Something like that,” she answered, without looking at him.
He hesitated, and when he spoke he sounded genuineand sincere. “Like I said when we spoke at the funeral, I’m sorry for your loss. I loved your dad.”
“Yeah, me, too.” The lump was back and she swallowed hard, determined not to let him see how his words had affected her. Funny thing was, she didn’t remember speaking to him at the funeral. She’d been in a fog then, confused and grieving.
“Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“Maybe,” she returned dismissively. At the moment, all she wanted was for him to leave her alone.
By the time she had the lights wound around the first tree it was pitch-dark. The only illumination came from the porch light.
A little while later, when Addie was half finished with the twin tree on the other side of the porch, her mother opened the door and called out, “Dinner’s ready.”
“I’m almost done,” Addie promised, unwilling to quit now. She worked quietly, traipsing up and down the ladder as she moved the string of lights around the tree, stretching her arms as high as she could without losing her balance.
The Simmonses’ front door opened. “Let me hand you the lights,” Erich offered, crossing the yard and coming up behind her.
Addie’s initial reaction was to
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