A Family for Faith. Missy Tippens

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      She was accentuated, all right. And sounded like she was spouting something she’d seen on an infomercial. He squinted as he checked out her face, so much like her mother’s it made it hard to look sometimes. And even though he had the urge to drop the subject and run the other direction, it was his job to deal with this kind of situation now. “You’ve got on lipstick. Wipe it off.”

      “I want to look nice for our youth group meeting at the church tonight.”

      “Why?”

      She shrugged. “No reason.” She fingered a small picture frame on the counter, then quickly placed it facedown before he could see whose photo it held. “Now, please let me finish. I’ll be out in five minutes.”

      A boy. It had to be because of a boy. “Who is he?”

      “Who’s who?”

      “The boy. The one you’re putting makeup on for.”

      She rubbed a finger with brown sparkly goop over her eyelid. “No one. I’m doing it for myself.”

      “Hand it over.”

      She sighed and slapped a little compact into his hand. “There, are you happy? No more eye shadow.”

      “No. Hand over the photo. Of the boy.” He reached toward the picture frame.

      “No!” She stopped him by grabbing hold of his hand. She looked terrified.

      Which terrified him. If the guy was some high school punk, Gabe would be out the door and into the squad car in five seconds flat.

      He shook Chelsea’s hand off and grabbed the gold frame. But he didn’t find some guy. All the frustration and fear whooshed out of him along with his breath when he found his wife. His sweet, beautiful wife.

      Once he recovered his equilibrium, he said, “Chels, why do you have your mom’s picture in here?”

      She gave a little shrug, this time not so rebellious. “I told you. I’m learning to put on makeup.”

      Pain steamrolled him flat to the floor as he remembered Chelsea watching her mom put on lipstick on Sunday mornings before church and often asking if she could have some. Tina would smile, kiss a pink lip print on Chelsea’s cheek and promise to show her when she got older.

      Now here their daughter was, studying Tina’s face, learning to apply lipstick by herself. Gabe ached for Chels. Ached period.

      It had been five years since the accident, and just when he was making headway and felt like he might finally be able to breathe again, this had to happen.

      “Please, Dad?” She took the frame from his hand and held the photo up beside her face. “See? I tried to do just what she did.”

      He wanted to hug her. To protect her from any more pain in her young life. She needed her mom, especially for moments like this. But no, all she had was a cop dad who didn’t have a guess at how to handle his daughter growing up. He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. But you’re just not old enough. You’ll have to wash that stuff off your face.”

      She heaved a sigh that seemed to start at her toenails. “Okay.” She stared at the photo for a second. “Do I look pretty?” She’d said it so softly he wasn’t sure he heard her right. But then she turned to him and waited, looking everywhere but directly at him.

      Oh, boy. “Well, now, I guess you better let me get a good look at you.”

      She smiled shyly as she looked up, but then the smile went crooked as she gnawed on her lip. He had a feeling she wasn’t quite as comfortable being in makeup as she thought she would be.

      “You look beautiful. Always.”

      “I do look a little like Mom, don’t I?”

      He breathed in through his nose, then forced a smile. “Even prettier.”

      “Thanks.” She threw her arms around his waist, and for a split second, all was as it should be. Or at least it was back to the norm of the last few years. It would never again be as it should be.

      He gave her a quick pat on the back before stepping away.

      A horn honked outside. Chelsea’s ride to church.

      “Hurry. You know Gary and Audra have other kids to pick up.”

      “Go tell ’em I’ve got to wash my face and to wait up.”

      “Okay. Hey, I’m making your favorite dinner this evening. Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

      She splashed water on her face. “Daaad. You know we eat at church. And I guess I forgot to tell you a bunch of us are hanging out tonight after the meeting.”

      All he could do was groan as he walked away. Why couldn’t everything just stay simple? Go to work. Come home. Eat dinner. Watch a little TV. Go to bed. But Chelsea had insisted on staying involved in the church.

      The youth counselors had been kind to offer to drive her every week. Of course, they volunteered for everything at the church while he, on the other hand, didn’t even make it to Sunday-morning worship on the rare Sundays he was off.

      The services didn’t feel right with that empty seat beside him.

      When he stepped outside, the hot, humid air slapped him in the face. Another stifling July evening in Corinthia, Georgia, that made him long for winter. A blue Ford sat in his driveway with the engine running. It looked like the one that belonged to his next-door neighbor, Faith Hagin.

      She rolled down her window and waved. “I’m filling in for Audra and Gary tonight.”

      “She’ll just be a minute,” he hollered.

      Faith had bought the local coffee shop and moved to town about a year ago. Though she tended to keep to herself, he’d gotten to know her a little as they worked in their yards and through his daily visits to her café for coffee and homemade pastries. They mainly talked about work, but he’d found out bits and pieces about her family.

      He’d learned she was divorced and had a teenage son. For some reason—and Gabe hadn’t pried—the boy lived with his dad. Gabe hadn’t pushed Faith on the topic as they’d gradually formed a sort-of friendship. He figured it wasn’t his business. But if she was going to be helping with the church youth…

      Chelsea barreled outside. As she spotted the car, she came to a stop. “Is that Faith?”

      “Yes. Looks like she’s driving tonight.”

      “Cool.” Chelsea went around to the passenger side of the car as Gabe ambled to Faith’s open window. Air-conditioning blasted him in the face.

      “I’ll bring her home by nine,” she said.

      “Why so late?”

      Chelsea rolled her eyes and shook her head, exasperated. “I told you. We’re СКАЧАТЬ