Home To You. Cheryl Wolverton

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СКАЧАТЬ whatever you felt you should have done with the guest.” His mother went back to sipping her coffee.

      He didn’t know what to do with the woman, and frankly, he was still a bit uncomfortable over yesterday.

      Wearily he set aside the paper. “I really need to get to work.”

      His mother didn’t comment.

      Uncomfortable, he asked, “Do you think you can stay here until she wakes up?” He glanced at his watch. “I’m supposed to meet about the construction on the church in an hour.”

      When his mom didn’t answer immediately, he sighed. “I can call an officer to come over. Jerry would be glad to be here with you when she wakes up.”

      Dakota could tell his mom was disappointed. Frustrated, he wanted to tell her he was busy, so busy that he was meeting himself coming and going. He didn’t need one more unexpected thing added to his list—like this woman.

      Immediately his spirit stabbed at his conscience. That was his job. Of course, it should be added to his list.

      “I’m sorry, Mom. I suppose I can call and reschedule.”

      Instead of rebuking him, his mom set aside her coffee cup and folded her hands. With understanding, she studied him. “I’ll be fine, Dakota. If you have to go, then you have to go. I’ll be glad to be here when the woman wakes up.” She paused and then added, “Can you tell me her name before you go?”

      Her name. If only he knew her name. Of course, if he stayed around, he would get a chance to talk to her and find out. And really, this wasn’t his mom’s job, but his job. Guiltily, he shook his head. “Like I said last night. She passed out right after I arrived.”

      His mother’s lips twitched slightly. “Mary and Margaret have a different take on it, I’m afraid.”

      Dakota grimaced. He’d heard the phone ring earlier this morning and had just been certain it was his neighbors. They’d actually left him and his mom in peace last night. He’d expected Mary or Margaret to launch into a lengthy explanation as soon as his mom had arrived home.

      Instead, they’d patted her hand and told her that all would be well now that she was there and tottered off home—after they had stayed to finish the puzzle, and regale him with tales of every puzzle they had ever put together. Boy, had last night been a night.

      “I can only imagine what they said,” Dakota muttered, figuring they would get to it eventually. He’d seen that look the sisters had shared when his mom had sat down to help with the puzzle.

      “Dakota!” his mother admonished, even though she was forcing her smile away as she spoke.

      “Okay, out with it.” Dakota glanced at his watch and decided he had enough time to hear this before he left. If he left. He felt himself wavering as God spoke to his heart.

      His mother shook her head. “That she dressed scandalously and embraced you were a couple of their comments.”

      Dakota groaned. This was going to take more than a few minutes. It always did when it involved those two ladies.

      “Just as I thought.” His mother chuckled. “Why don’t you tell me the entire story?”

      “She wasn’t dressed scandalously, Mom.” He sat back and prepared to tell his side of the story. Lifting his cup to his lips, he took a sip of his coffee while his mom waited. Setting it aside, he leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and began, hesitantly, being careful to be honest but not gossipy. “She looked as if she hadn’t bathed in a month and her makeup was smeared.” He remembered how shocked he’d been at her appearance, how he’d ached wondering what this poor woman had been through. “Her top was askew and one heel on a boot was broken.” He forced his inward gaze back to his mom. “I’ve seen people in similar situations, Mom. Mary and Margaret were simply exaggerating. It was the attack as I came up the porch that threw me, however, and probably what fueled the sisters’ imaginations. The woman told me she wanted to be my sister and then she lunged out at me.”

      He shifted uncomfortably. He loved his mom and cared what she thought, but it was embarrassing to tell her about that bit.

      His mom didn’t laugh, however. Instead, she frowned. “Your sister?”

      He nodded. “We’re not Catholic and she’s not a nun. I would swear her showing up here was simply an accident, but if it is…” He lifted a hand and ran it through his hair in frustration. “What could she have meant?”

      His mother rested one hand on top of the other, her brow furrowing as she contemplated what Cody had said.

      “Maybe your reasoning is where the problem is.”

      “What?” He resisted the urge to glance at his watch. “How do you mean?”

      “Well, she hugs you, calls herself a sister…so perhaps you do know her.”

      Dakota shook his head. “I haven’t met her before, Mom. I would remember her.”

      His mom lifted an eyebrow in a way only a mother can and he squirmed in response. “I meant that she’s a grown woman and in my line of work—”

      “Maybe she wasn’t an adult when you met her. Tell me exactly what she said yesterday.”

      Dakota felt time slipping away and knew he was going to be late. But, to solve this dilemma he needed to recount the story, find an answer and then see to helping this woman. Chandler’s would just have to wait.

      Quickly and concisely, he related all she had said.

      Slowly, his mom nodded. “Think back to your teenage years. You were always so generous. Is it possible you told someone they could move in with us and she could be your sister?”

      Dakota shook his head, then paused. “I wouldn’t have told any girl she could be my sister, but…”

      His mom cocked her head in sudden thought. “There was a little girl, a long time ago. You might not even remember her.” Carolyne paused and studied her son. “She was very special to you. She used to take your side whenever you and your sister would fight.”

      Dakota’s eyes widened. The past came flooding back. Something in grade school he remembered. A playground and a little blond-haired girl. They had spit in each other’s hand. It was fuzzy, but he remembered some incident about her leaving and he didn’t want to lose her…“Molly, Marsha…”

      “Meghan.”

      “Meghan!” Dakota repeated after his mother and leaned forward, shaking his head in disbelief. He hadn’t thought of her in ages. “That’s impossible. It’s been so many years. I wouldn’t know her. She wouldn’t know me.”

      “But you did used to call her your best friend.”

      “She had blond hair, was skinny.” Dakota shook his head, unable to believe what his mom had suggested. “I don’t remember much except that she liked to make mud pies and we liked to swing on the swing set.”

      It couldn’t be, he thought. What would she be doing back here? “Last I heard they moved to Fort Worth.” He paused and then mused aloud. СКАЧАТЬ