Sugar And Spice. Shirley Jump

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СКАЧАТЬ Sam said happily. “It gets pretty wild around here, Tillie. Are you sure you’re up to it?”

      “We’ll soon find out. Did you have anything in mind for Thanksgiving, Sam? If you don’t, I have an idea.”

      “Let me hear it, little lady.”

      “We always have a turkey dinner at Seniors’ headquarters, as you know. Adeline McPherson makes the best turkeys in the county. I’m sure you know that too. Let’s do the dinner out here at the farm. I know Addy would be more than happy to work in your kitchen and you have those two, big double ovens. We’ll invite everyone—Gus’s crew, their families, all the Seniors, and us. I think it would be a good incentive and a great way to kick things off. Everyone will be in the mood to give 100 percent on Friday morning when the trees go on sale. You’ll have to pay for it, Sam. Can you see your way clear to doing that?”

      Sam beamed. It had been a long time since anyone asked for his opinion or for a donation to anything. Giving his trees away simply didn’t fit into this particular equation. “It would be my pleasure. You sounded like my Sara just then, Tillie.”

      Tillie looked up at Sam, a stricken look on her face.

      “What? What’s wrong? What did I say?” Sam asked anxiously.

      “I’m not Sara, Sam. I’m me, Tillie. Please don’t compare or confuse us. I have to go now, the ladies need me. Lunch will be promptly at noon. We need to keep to a schedule.”

      Sam ambled off scratching his head. “That was kind of blunt, Mom, don’t you think?” Amy asked.

      “Well…I just don’t…I wouldn’t want…Never mind. What’s on your agenda for today?”

      Amy settled her knit cap more firmly on her head as the wind kicked up. “I’m going into town. I have appointments lined up through the whole day. My first stop is the local radio station. I already contacted the stations in the District, and one of them agreed to play my jingle and advertise for Moss Farms every hour on the hour. It’s all free, Mom. The station manager’s parents live in an assisted living facility, and she’s all for anything that benefits senior citizens. On Wednesday two billboards are going up where you can see them from I-95. I had to pay for those but got a 40 percent discount. Local TV is in the bag, all four channels. A new Christmas sign is going up at the entrance to the farm tomorrow. It’s an eye popper—bright red.

      “Tomorrow I pick up the Christmas Stocking. For a hundred bucks the Canvas Shop made this twenty-foot stocking out of bright red canvas. It’s going to be weatherproof. We’ll hang it from the tree next to the gift shop. I’m going begging today, asking for donations to fill the stocking. Everyone who comes out here to buy a tree gets to fill out an entry form, and Sam or Gus will pick the winner at noon on Christmas Eve. We’re not actually going to put the donations in the stocking, but we will have a scroll next to the stocking so people can see which store donated what item. I think this is a biggie, Mom. It’s going to draw people like crazy. The radio and television stations will be announcing who gave what. Free advertising for the donors. Win–win!”

      Tillie looked at her daughter in amazement. “Oh, Amy, that’s wonderful. In a million years I never could have come up with an idea like that. I am so proud of you. You’re right, it’s a biggie.” Impulsively, she reached out and hugged her daughter.

      Amy grew light-headed. This was the closest her mother had ever come to showing any kind of affection toward her. She hugged her back, and suddenly her world was right side up. Feeling shy at this show of affection, she waved her arms about. “I think we make a good team. We’re going to make so much money for your Seniors they might be able to add that new wing to the building you were talking about.”

      “Well, my dear, Sam and I can’t take credit for anything. It was you and Gus who brought all this together. Sam, me, the Seniors are just the elves. You two are Mr. and Mrs. Santa. I think he really likes you, Amy,” Tillie whispered.

      “How…how can you tell?”

      “Silly girl. Open your eyes. Good luck, honey. I’ll see you when I see you. Lunch is at noon if you make it back in time.”

      Honey. Her mother had called her honey. Another first. She said Gus really liked her. Mothers never lied to their children. She wondered if that was a myth made up by some disgruntled mother who had lied to her child and then tried to salvage the lie. She discounted the thought immediately.

      As Amy made her way to her car she knew, just knew, it was going to be a dynamite day.

      Sam Moss was thinking the same thing as he chugged his way over the frozen fields in his battered pickup truck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this alive, this good. He looked down at the cell phone on the seat next to him. A gift from Gus, who had said, “You need to get with it, Dad. I’ll program it for you, and you just hit the button. It’s a new world out there, and you need to join it.” Sam snorted when he remembered Tillie telling him her daughter ran her cell phone under the faucet because it was growing out of her ear. Well, if his son said he needed a cell phone, then he needed a cell phone. He stopped the truck as he diddled and fiddled with the gadget in his hands. Finally, he simply called Information for the number to the butcher shop in town.

      “Elroy, Sam Moss. I want you to come out here and fill my three freezers. A whole side should see us through the holidays. On second thought, maybe a side and a hindquarter. And I want to order six fresh turkeys for Thanksgiving. Big turkeys, twenty-five pounds each. Go on that fancy computer of yours and send everything else times ten that Sara used to order.”

      Sam listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. “Well, hells bells, Elroy, I want it now, like today. Why else do you think I called you? Be sure you come out here for your tree now. They go on sale the day after Thanksgiving. I just might throw it in for free if I don’t get voted down. I’m not really in charge anymore. My son, Gus, is issuing the orders these days.”

      Sam listened again. “You’re right, Elroy, it’s the best feeling in the world.”

      Sam pressed the Off button. He wished there was someone else to call, but he didn’t have many friends these days. Then again, he didn’t want the darn thing to grow out of his ear. He guffawed at the thought.

      Sam blew the horn on the old truck, and waited. It took the golden streak two and a half minutes to arrive and hop into the truck. Cyrus barked happily as he tried to nuzzle Sam’s neck. Sam laughed all the way out to the Norway spruce field.

      Life was suddenly so good he was scared.

      Gus was waiting for him, the chain saw that he never seemed to be without in his hands. “Dad, I’ve been waiting for you.” He pointed to the narrow row of trees. “I think these particular trees can use another year of growth. What do you think? I don’t want to tag and cut them if they won’t sell. I say we tag them, let the buyers choose the ones they want, then cut them. Two hundred bucks for one of these beauties. By the way, I just got a call on my cell from someone at Super Giant. The supermarket chain wants to order a thousand Christmas wreathes and five hundred grave blankets for their different stores. Ten minutes ago a call came in from a Boy Scout troop asking to buy two hundred trees to sell for a fund-rasier. I said we’d donate them. You okay with that, Dad?”

      His son wanted his opinion. Sam wondered if it was a test of some kind. “That’s pretty pricey for a tree, don’t you think? I don’t have a problem with the Scouts or the supermarkets. I just hope we can handle it.”

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