A Family for Luke. Carolyne Aarsen

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      Then Luke saw the hole where one of the vertical boards on his side had been broken off halfway up. The boy was kneeling, looking through the hole.

      “I’ll be back,” he said to Bert, pointing to the rotting pieces of plywood lying on the overgrown grass. “Pile all of this up in that garbage bin and throw those bikes in there, too.”

      Then he walked over to the fence and crouched down, to get on eye level with Todd. All he could see of the boy was one hazel eye, a freckled nose and a space where two top teeth used to be. “I have him in my holiday trailer,” Luke replied grinning at the boy.

      “Doesn’t he like to run around?” Todd asked.

      “Oh, yes. When I’m finished cleaning up this yard, it will be safe for him to run around in.”

      “My mommy always said this fence was no good. We had to stay away from it when we had our other neighbors. They were bad.”

      From the condition of the house and the yard, Luke wasn’t surprised at Todd’s assessment. “What was the baddest thing about them?” he asked, curious as to what constituted bad in Todd’s books.

      “They drank beer. I don’t think they were friends of Jesus,” he said in a solemn voice.

      Friends of Jesus. The quaint phrase made Luke smile. “So are you a friend of Jesus?”

      Todd nodded, then smiled. “Are you?”

      The question made a wave in the pool of guilt Luke had been mired in since his foster father’s death. When the God of all creation, the God who was supposedly so benevolent and loving took Al, the only person who had been true family to Luke, he stopped going to church. He couldn’t stand hearing the happy, joy, joy songs mocking his sadness. There didn’t seem to be a place for pain and loss in church.

      And today was Sunday, as the men working behind him had told him a number of times. As if he didn’t know. He was pretty sure very few of them were friends of Jesus either. Sunday was for fishing, in their eyes.

      “I think Jesus is a good person,” he said instead, reluctant to drag this innocent young boy into his own particular battle with God.

      “Can your dog come over to play with us again?” Todd asked, his question coming from left field.

      Luke’s knees were getting sore so he stood up and looked over the fence down to the boy below him, taking note of the flowerpots on the deck and the tidy yard. Not the best place for an overly playful lab. “I think it might be better if Cooper stayed in my yard.”

      “But I like to play with your dog.” Todd’s grin faded away as he stood up.

      Luke was pretty sure Janie wouldn’t let Todd come over to his yard, so he didn’t make that offer.

      “Hey, Todd, we have to get ready for church.” Suzie, the oldest girl, came out onto the porch. Her clothing was more sedate for the occasion. “Mom says…” Her voice eased off when she saw Luke. With a grin, she came running over. “Is your dog with you?” she asked, grabbing the fence and leaning over it.

      “Careful,” Luke said. “I don’t know how good this fence is.”

      “Not good at all, according to my mom.” Suzie gave the boards a shake, and the whole fence listed farther.

      “Mom said she was going to fix it,” Todd said.

      “Except she can’t afford to,” Suzie added.

      Todd frowned. “Don’t let Mom hear you say that. She’ll get mad.”

      Then Suzie heaved a theatrical sigh. “Like she always does.” But Suzie let go of the fence. “Where’s Cooper?”

      “Until I get this fence fixed, he has to stay in the trailer,” Luke said.

      “He can play in our yard,” Suzie offered, a hopeful note in her voice.

      Then the porch door opened again, and Janie appeared on the deck.

      “Suzie. Todd. Come back to the house,” she called out, her voice sharp as she carefully made her way down the wooden stairs of her porch.

      Janie wore a narrow brown skirt and shirt, and her hair fell in soft waves on her shoulders. All dressed up for church, Luke figured, the faint niggle of guilt returning.

      Her eyes flicked from Luke to Todd to Suzie as she scurried over to her children, as if to protect them from the bad, dangerous stranger.

      “What are you two doing?”

      Todd looked down as he drew away from the fence. “I was just trying to see Luke’s dog,” he mumbled, toeing the grass with his shoe. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

      Janie’s stroked her son’s hair. “That’s okay, honey.”

      “We didn’t do anything wrong,” Suzie complained, her voice edging toward anger.

      Janie’s mouth compressed into a thin line, then she forced a smile as she glanced at Suzie. “Of course not. But we do need to go to church.”

      Suzie heaved a dramatic sigh, then flounced off, her skirt bouncing as she walked.

      As Janie turned to him, Luke held up his hand as if in defense. “I didn’t lure them over here. Promise. I was just cleaning up.”

      Janie shot a quick glance over her shoulder, as if to make sure her children were in the house, then turned back to Luke. “I’m sure you didn’t, but at the same time, I would prefer it if you could keep your distance.” She caught one corner of her mouth between her teeth, effectively ruining her lipstick, as if she was biting back other things she wanted to say.

      “I understand your reluctance,” he said, though he felt slightly annoyed. “But you don’t need to worry about me around your kids.”

      “I think I’m a better judge of what to worry or not worry about. So just make sure you and that dog stay on your side of the fence, and we’ll get along fine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to church.” Janie gave him a curt nod then left.

      Bert came to stand beside him, watching Janie as she strode down the cracked and broken sidewalk to the house.

      “She’s kinda cute, ain’t she?” he said with a grin.

      “Yeah. Kinda,” Luke conceded, though she’d be cuter if she didn’t look at him like he was some kind of lecher or make Cooper sound like some kind of rabid animal.

      “The other day that little boy was asking if he could help us. Said he knew how to pound nails real good.” Bert laughed. “The little girl wanted to help, too. She reminded me of my own girl.” Bert was quiet for a moment. “You got kids?”

      “No. I don’t.” And to his surprise, the simple question raised a twinge of pain. Luke spun around. “Let’s get back to work.”

      By early afternoon, Luke was feeling more confident about the progress of the job. If he hadn’t been busy with that other СКАЧАТЬ