Twin Blessings and Toward Home: Twin Blessings / Toward Home. Carolyne Aarsen

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      “So you’re dismissing me out of hand.” Her voice rose ever so slightly. “Without even considering my credentials as a teacher.”

      “What references do you have? Have you ever worked as a teacher since you graduated?”

      “No, I haven’t.”

      “So what have you done?”

      Sandra said nothing, and Logan couldn’t help but remember her casual comments about work as they had driven here.

      “I’m sorry, Sandra,” he said. “I have to make a judgment call in this situation.”

      “Does this have anything to do with the fact that I was hitchhiking this afternoon?”

      Logan didn’t know what to say. Should he tell an untruth or be bluntly honest?

      She laughed shortly. “I can’t believe this. I’m perfectly qualified….” She let the sentence slide off.

      Logan’s shoulders lifted in a sigh as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants. “I didn’t interview you, Sandra. I had chosen another eminently qualified tutor…”

      “I have a Bachelor of Education degree,” Sandra stated. “With a major in history and a minor in English. Nothing wrong with that, I’m sure.”

      Logan bristled at her tone. “I have my nieces’ well-being to consider, besides their education.”

      Sandra held his steady gaze, then her eyes drifted away. “I see.” She darted another angry look his way. “Then I’ll be on my way.” She strode past him and out of the house.

      Logan watched her go, fighting a moment’s panic. It would solve so many things if he were to let the girls stay with Sandra. He was in the middle of a hugely important project and he needed all the free time he could get.

      But common sense made him keep his mouth shut. Common sense and an innate concern for his nieces. They needed stability and a firm hand. Something that had been sorely lacking in their life.

      And, when he was younger, his own.

      Logan spent his teen years moving from school to school, dragged across the country by parents searching for the elusive perfect job.

      Education wasn’t taken seriously in this branch of the Napier family, and as a consequence Logan and his sister Linda’s schooling suffered. Always behind academically, Logan dedicated every spare moment to catching up, to striving to get out of the rut his parents seemed willing to flow along in. Then, when Logan was in high school, his father died and Florence Napier was forced to settle down for a while.

      During this time Logan pulled himself out of the endless routine of constant movement. He applied himself to finishing high school and going to college. Six years ago he graduated with his degree and was much happier than he had ever been during his aimless childhood.

      However, Linda, the twins’ mother, had been caught up in the same ceaseless wandering, hooking up and marrying a man who raced speedboats for thrills and the occasional cash prize. An aquatic cowboy who didn’t know where his own parents were. Brittany and Bethany were headed in the same direction until a tragic accident claimed Logan’s sister and her husband’s life. To his mother’s surprise Logan had been named not only guardian but also executor of the small estate the girls had inherited.

      Bethany and Brittany’s arrival changed everything in Logan’s life, but he was determined to do right by them. To take care of them. To make sure that any influence in their life was positive and stable.

      A young woman like Sandra Bachman was not the kind of person he wanted tutoring these impressionable young girls.

      With a sigh and another quick prayer, he turned to the next task at hand.

      “Okay, girls. You can stop listening in and come down.”

      Two heads popped above the blanket draped over the balustrade of the loft. Both blond, both cute, both looking slightly chastened.

      Brittany, the bolder of the two, bounced down the stairs as only a young girl could and landed in front of him, her hands tucked in the pockets of her very baggy white pants. Bethany followed a few paces behind, looking a little more subdued than her counterpart.

      Brittany lifted her shoulders, looking genuinely puzzled. “So I guess you came here earlier than you figured. Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a while?”

      Logan shook his head slowly, as if for emphasis. “I have a special project I need to work on. You know work? The thing that keeps you in those ridiculous clothes?” He pressed his lips together, frustrated at the anger that had surged to the fore. But today had not been a good day, and right now he was all out of magical patience.

      Brittany slowly tilted her head as if searching for some kind of answer.

      Logan didn’t wait for her to find it. “You and Bethany had better hustle yourselves back upstairs and start packing. We’re leaving for Calgary tomorrow.”

      “What?” The word spilled out of both girls’ mouths at the same time.

      “We can’t go now…You promised…You said we’d stay here all summer.” Their sentences tumbled over and through each other.

      “We’ve only been here a couple of weeks,” Bethany wailed.

      Logan glanced at the more docile of the pair, and he felt the hard edges of his anger blur. “Sorry, hon. You guys had your chance and you blew it. We’re going back.”

      “We didn’t know it was a test,” Brittany cried, her blue eyes glistening.

      “It wasn’t a test,” Logan growled, trying manfully to face down the tears that spilled down both their cheeks. “I don’t want to stay here, your grandmother has decided to chase some dream, and you chased off your last tutor, so you have to come back with me.”

      “But why can’t Sandra teach us?” Bethany sniffed, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. She sat down on the lowest step, still sniffling.

      Logan sighed, plowing his hand through his hair. He could feel himself wavering and knew he shouldn’t. He could deal with upstart contractors and rude co-workers, but his nieces’ tears always unmanned him.

      “Because I don’t think she is capable. That’s why.”

      “But we had hoped to stay. We haven’t been here since Mom and Dad…” Brittany’s voice broke, and she sat beside her sister, pressing her hands against her face, unable to finish.

      Logan’s heart melted completely. It had been eighteen months since the girls’ parents were killed. This summer was the first time they had come back to this place where they and their parents would often stop by on their way to the next destination. It was one of the few constants in their childhood.

      It had been difficult enough for him to lose his sister. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was for them to lose both parents. And now he was going to take them away from the one place they had fond memories of.

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