A Time To Forgive. Darlene Gardner

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СКАЧАТЬ placed her palms flat on his desk and leaned forward. She couldn’t have been much older than twenty-four or twenty-five, but projected an air of authority a senior statesman would envy. “The reason I’m here, Mr. Smith, is that you haven’t returned my calls.”

      He quickly rationalized away his flash of guilt. She’d clearly stated the unsigned permission slip as her reason for calling.

      “If you had phoned me about a problem with Jaye instead of about a field trip, I would have called back,” he said.

      Her lips thinned and her low voice grew even lower. “The problem I’m having isn’t with Jaye. It’s with you.”

      “Excuse me?”

      She removed a sheet of paper from her handbag, unfolded it and slapped it down on his desk. He picked it up, recognizing it as the permission form he’d refused to sign. Somebody had forged his signature with a childish scrawl.

      “Son of a bitch,” he said, then raised his eyes to where Abby Reed leaned over his desk. “So how much trouble is Jaye in?”

      “You haven’t been listening, Mr. Smith,” she all but hissed. “You’re the one I’m having trouble with.”

      “I didn’t forge a signature.”

      “Jaye wouldn’t have felt the need to forge one either if you’d signed the form in the first place.”

      “So you’re not here about the forgery?”

      “I’m here to make you understand how badly Jaye wants to go on the field trip. She’s the only student in the class who doesn’t have permission.”

      Connor blinked. Was Abby Reed for real? Had she actually stormed his office because he had the sense to realize his niece didn’t deserve to go on a field trip?

      “You must know how disruptive Jaye has been since she started school this year,” he said slowly. “Who knows how she’d act on a field trip. She’s not what you’d call well-behaved.”

      She straightened from the desk and placed her hands on her hips. She was dressed the way a teacher should dress, in a modest-length dark skirt and nondescript blouse, but he still noticed her gentle curves. Her voice wasn’t gentle. “Then you chaperone the trip and make sure she acts the way she’s supposed to.”

      Connor blew out a breath. “Why would I reward her with a field trip? She’s flunking almost all her classes.”

      “It’s hard to move to a new school in the middle of the year. And she’s not flunking strings.” Abby Reed seemed to stand up even straighter. Still, she wasn’t very tall. Five foot four tops, he guessed. “She’s one of the best students in the class.”

      Connor wasn’t nearly as surprised as he’d been when Jaye had asked if he’d rent her a violin so she could take the strings class. He knew his niece practiced because he’d heard muffled musical sounds from behind the closed door in her bedroom. So far, she refused to play for him.

      “I’m pleased to hear she’s doing well, but I still won’t sign the permission slip.”

      She released a short, harsh breath. She seemed to be making an effort to hold on to her temper. She failed. “You are a piece of work.”

      “Excuse me?”

      “We’re talking about a child who’s confused.”

      “I know that she’s—”

      “This is a child who needs to feel passionate about something. The field trip is to hear an ensemble of National Symphony Orchestra musicians. Do you know how inspiring that could be?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Jaye’s only started to learn and she already loves playing the violin. You’d recognize how much music could come to mean to her if you paid her any attention at all.”

      He felt his blood pressure rise and his head pound, the dangerous signs of his own temper about to erupt. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

      “I know that Jaye goes to after-school care, which she hates, and that you don’t pick her up until it closes at six o’clock. And that half the time your girlfriend picks her up for you. A girlfriend who told her, incidentally, not to get too comfortable because she wouldn’t be staying with you for long.”

      He breathed sharply through his nose. “I can’t believe Isabel said that.”

      “How do you know what anybody says to Jaye when you’re never around her?”

      “I’m a busy man, Ms. Reed,” he said, holding on, just barely, to his temper.

      “Too busy to go on a field trip, obviously.”

      “I have a demanding job,” Connor said in his defense.

      “Your most important job is to take care of Jaye,” she said and his head spun. His job wasn’t the reason he’d refused to sign the slip.

      “I am taking care of her.”

      “Not well enough. You should understand that she needs extra attention after losing her mother.”

      Connor might have asked how much she knew about Jaye’s situation if her insult hadn’t registered. “I’m doing the best I can,” he said tightly.

      “Then help to nurture her interest in music. Jaye’s heading toward trouble. She needs something to care about. That something could be music.”

      “I don’t disagree,” he said.

      “Then sign the permission slip and chaperone the trip,” she challenged.

      The concert was three days from now. That was a Friday, which was no less busy than any other weekday. He’d have to reschedule a business lunch and no fewer than three appointments.

      “What’s the matter, Mr. Smith?” she asked. “Are you too busy for Jaye?”

      The dare was in her stance as well as her eyes. Somehow he’d failed to convey that he was a well-meaning uncle doing the best he could for a child he loved but hardly knew. He didn’t know why Abby Reed’s opinion mattered so much, but he hated that she thought so badly of him.

      He picked up a pen, scribbled his name and handed her the permission slip. “Satisfied?”

      She took it without the smile of triumph he’d expected.

      “If I let myself become satisfied so easily, Mr. Smith, I hardly would have come to your office. The bus leaves Friday at nine-thirty sharp. Chaperones should arrive at nine-fifteen.”

      Without another word, she swept out of the room. The quiet was absolute when she was gone, as though she’d taken all the life and energy of the day with her.

      He sat stock still behind his desk, thinking about his jam-packed workweek.

      Why, then, had he signed up to chaperone a field trip he hadn’t wanted Jaye to go on in the first place?

      ISABEL PENNINGTON СКАЧАТЬ