Legacy of Love. Christine Johnson

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      Chapter Two

      “You quit?” Ma froze, her soup spoon poised in midair.

      Anna pushed her chair away from the rickety kitchen table. The potato, rutabaga and salt pork stew that had smelled so good minutes before now turned her stomach.

      “You can’t just walk out,” Ma insisted.

      “I’ll get another job.

      “That’s not the point, dearest. Mrs. Neidecker was counting on you.”

      Anna couldn’t look her mother in the eye. “I finished the day’s work. Everything’s ready for her Christmas party. All she has to do is hire someone to clean up.”

      Ma shook her head. “A Simmons always finishes the job. I’ll take care of the cleanup.”

      “You can’t do that.”

      “Why not?” Though Anna’s mother was short on stature, she was long on resolve. “I’m perfectly capable. Mrs. Vanderloo doesn’t expect me until Thursday.”

      Anna hated that Ma was always right. “Well, you can’t wear that skimpy uniform, for one thing.”

      “Evelyn would never ask me to wear something that wasn’t modest.”

      Anna wasn’t so sure. Mrs. Neidecker had got it into her head that her house should look like the Rockefellers lived there. That meant maids in fancy uniforms and Graves, the butler, in a tuxedo. Apparently she’d seen pictures of some rich person’s house in a ladies’ magazine.

      Ma squeezed Anna’s hand. “We need the money.”

      That much was true. Ma’s hours at the Vanderloo house had been trimmed, and the Williamses dropped her in favor of a girl who accepted half the pay. Now, Anna had quit her job. She ducked her head. “I’m sorry.”

      “Now, don’t you fret. We still have the money your brother gives us each month. I hate to accept it, now that he has a family to support, but it can’t be helped.”

      “I’ll get a job at the Belvidere cannery. I heard they’re paying a dollar an hour.”

      Ma’s gentle smile faded. “But I need you here. You’re my only daughter. What would I do without you?” She brushed a strand of hair off Anna’s forehead as if she were still a child.

      “It’s only Belvidere.” Ma meant well, but Anna hated being coddled. “I’ll take the train back and forth each day.”

      “But you wouldn’t be home as much. I hear the cannery works its people long hours and then the train ride on top of that. I’d hardly ever see you. Please stay. For me?”

      That was the problem. All of Anna’s friends had moved on to bigger and better things, but she was still stuck in Pearlman, living with her mother, with no future in sight. At the age of twenty, she hadn’t even had a real beau yet. Oh, she’d fallen for men, disastrously, but they either didn’t notice her or fell in love with someone else.

      That man in the mercantile, the one opening the new bookstore, would turn out just like the rest. She couldn’t wait for someone to sweep her off her feet. She had to take care of her own future. That meant getting a good-paying job.

      “The only jobs that pay well are at the cannery,” Anna pointed out. “If I get a job there, we won’t have to take money from Hendrick anymore.”

      Ma heaved a sigh, which signaled she’d come around to Anna’s way of thinking. “I suppose we have no choice then, but I hate the idea of you riding all alone on the train every day. I wish your father were here. He’d know what to do.”

      If Papa hadn’t died, Ma wouldn’t have had to struggle raising two children, and Hendrick wouldn’t have had to quit school in the eighth grade to take over the garage. Everything would have been different. Anna might have been able to go to college. She wouldn’t have worn homemade dresses sewn out of the scraps from Mrs. Fox’s dress shop. But Papa had died—horribly. She shuddered, and shoved the memory into a dark corner of her mind.

      Ma must have been thinking about him too, because she sniffed and dabbed her eyes.

      Anna hugged her. “Papa was the best of men. He would have taken care of us.”

      “He always did.”

      Anna was so caught up in the painful memories that the knock on the door didn’t register right away.

      Ma noticed it first. “I wonder who that is.” Her eyes grew round. “I hope nothing happened at the plant.”

      Fear ricocheted. All that machinery at her brother’s new aeroplane-motor factory. The open belts and whirling lathes. The infernal racket. What if a belt caught Hendrick’s arm? What if a heavy machine fell on him?

      A blinding memory—one she desperately wanted to forget—shot through her head. The truck falling, her father’s body jerking from the impact, the cry... She pressed her hands to her ears and squeezed her eyes shut to make it go away.

      “Are you all right, dear?” Ma asked gently.

      Anna shook off the memory with a forced smile. “I’m fine.”

      The knock sounded again, loud and firm.

      Ma rose. “I’ll get it.”

      Anna’s pulse accelerated. What if something had happened to Hendrick? She couldn’t let Ma hear the bad news first. She leaped to her feet and reached the door first.

      The next knock rattled the hinges and made the knob jump in her hand.

      “All right,” she snapped, yanking the door open. “There’s no need to pound down the—” But the last word stuck on her tongue, for before her stood the distinguished gentleman from the mercantile.

      This wasn’t bad news at all. He’d come to talk to her. Perhaps he’d brought her the archaeology book.

      “Oh. You.” The minute the words left her lips, Anna blushed. A scholar wanted intellectual conversation, not some moony girl who couldn’t string two words together.

      Yet he looked as taken aback as she was stupefied. “You’re Miss Simmons? Or do I have the wrong address? This is 502 Main Street?”

      “Yes, it is.” What on earth did the address have to do with dropping off a book? “I’m Anna Simmons.”

      If anything, he looked even more distressed.

      “And I’m Mrs. Simmons,” said Ma from behind her. “Do I know you? You look a little СКАЧАТЬ