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

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      “Can we stay just for a little while?” Brittany murmured.

      Logan considered his options as he drew her close. He had counted on staying here and working for a couple of weeks anyhow. It would take at least a couple of days to find another tutor, even if he did leave tomorrow. Which meant he would be stuck with two cranky girls in a condo in Calgary.

      Hold your ground, he reminded himself. Don’t let them think all they have to do is cry and they can get their way.

      But while the rational part of his mind argued the point, his shirt was getting damp from his nieces’ tears. Tears that he knew were genuine.

      “I suppose we could stay here for a little while.” He relented, ignoring a riffle of panic. He had three weeks to brainstorm an idea for a house, do a drawing and create blueprints, then another week to build a model of the idea.

      The biggest hitch in all of this was that he didn’t have an idea.

      You don’t have time for this, the sane part of his mind said.

      “For a little while? Really?” Bethany lifted her head as a tear slid silently down her cheek.

      Logan sighed, bent over and dropped a light kiss on her head. “Yes, really.”

      He was rewarded with a feeble smile.

      “Thank you, Uncle Logan,” Bethany said, wiping her cheeks as she sat up.

      “But I need your help.” He tried to sound stern. “No fooling around. Just do what I ask.”

      “So that means no schoolwork?” Brittany asked.

      Logan sighed. “No. It means I’ll have to help you with it until we get back to Calgary. I’m going to start looking for a tutor right away.”

      Brittany’s face fell. “And what about Sandra?”

      “I told you already, she is not teaching you. And I’m not going to talk about it while we’re here.”

      He almost missed the glint in Bethany’s eye as she glanced at her sister. But as she looked at him, her blue eyes guileless as ever, he figured he must have imagined it.

      

      “And there’s no way I could get an advance from you?” Sandra bit her lip as she heard what she knew she would. The restaurant would absolutely not give her a dime until she delivered twenty lamps as promised. She knew that, but thought she would give it a try. “Thanks, then. No, there’s no problem. I have other resources,” she lied. She hung up the phone.

      “I’m not going to worry, I’m not going to worry,” Sandra muttered as she grabbed her sweater and slipped it over her shoulders. Trouble was, try as she might, she couldn’t stifle the panic that fluttered in her chest.

      After months of work and inexpert marketing, she had gotten the first break with her stained glass work. A restaurant in Calgary had ordered twenty lamp-shades. If they liked her work, she had a good chance to make more for some of their other locations.

      Trouble was she was desperately short of money. The unexpected move here from Saltspring Island in British Columbia had cut into her meager savings. She had one month’s rent paid on the cabin, and Cora, her friend and roommate, was nowhere to be found.

      Working for Florence Napier had been the blessing she had been looking for.

      And now that was over, too. Her broken-down car wouldn’t even allow her to work in Medicine Hat.

      Sandra took a deep breath, then another, hoping the mad flutters in her heart would settle once she started on her usual evening walk.

      Outside, the sun’s penetrating warmth had softened and a faint breeze wafted off the lake.

      Sandra paused, letting the evening quiet soothe her.

      Except it didn’t.

      She buttoned her sweater and started down the street toward the boardwalk that edged the beach and followed the lake. Her steady tread on the boards echoed hollowly, creating a familiar rhythm.

      What to do, what to do, what to do.

      Phone home?

      The thought slipped insidiously through her subconscious. She let it drift a moment, then pushed it ruthlessly aside.

      Phone home and hear how useless she was? Phone home and hear, “Why don’t you do anything constructive with that education degree I paid so much money for?”

      Sandra shivered, even though it was warm. Conforming was the way things happened in her home. Conform and you get to come along on promised trips. Conform and your education will be paid for. Conform and Father would deign to talk to you. Sandra conformed, trying in vain to live up to the expectations of a father who was never satisfied. She got her degree, and as soon as she could, she fled. All the way to Vancouver Island.

      Five years and a hundred experiences later, Sandra’s flight from conformity had washed her up here, in Cypress Hills, a four-hour drive from where she started, flat broke with a roommate who had flittered off again.

      The evening breeze picked up a little, riffling the water and teasing her hair. Sandra sucked in another breath and squared her shoulders. She wasn’t going to give up. Not yet.

      She ambled along the boardwalk, her arms wrapped around herself. Life was still good, she thought, raising her face to the unbearable blue of the Alberta sky. She was still alive and still free, and no one could put a price on that.

      “Hey, Sandra.”

      Sandra lowered her head, wondering who had called her. She looked around and saw Bethany and Brittany sitting on a bench, swinging their legs.

      “Hey, yourself.” She walked over, happy to see these two very rambunctious girls. “You out on the town tonight?”

      Brittany glanced at Bethany, then at Sandra. “Yup. Uncle Logan is buying us an ice cream.”

      “Then I’d better leave you alone.” The last thing Sandra wanted was to come face to face with Logan only half a day after being fired by him.

      “Here you are, girls.” Logan’s deep voice sounded behind her, and Sandra whirled.

      Logan looked up and halted, his expression unreadable. “Hello, Sandra,” he said, his steady gaze flicking to his nieces and then to her.

      “Don’t worry,” she said crisply. “I haven’t had a chance to really corrupt them yet.”

      Logan said nothing as he handed the cones to the girls. “Why don’t you take a walk, Bethany? Brittany?”

      The girls giggled and scampered down the beach toward the water.

      “I don’t think we have anything more to say to each other, Mr. Napier,” Sandra said, wrapping her sweater around her. She forced herself to meet his hazel eyes and not to be moved by his casual good looks. A man СКАЧАТЬ