The Midnight Rider Takes A Bride. Christine Rimmer

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      Adora blinked and looked at her friend.

      Lizzie frowned. “You look bad. Come on. I’ll take you back to your place. I was just over there, looking for you. I signed for a package. From your mother. A present, I’ll bet. Let’s go and—”

      Jed was almost at the turn to Bridge Street by then. Adora realized she couldn’t just let him go. “Jed!”

      Jed stopped. He turned. He hadn’t put those shades back on after she’d fallen on the trail, so she was able to meet his eyes. She saw willingness in them. If she wanted to go with him, to be there when he broke the awful news to Tiff, it was okay with him.

      “Wait up!” she called. She felt Lizzie’s hand clutching her arm. She brushed it off. “Gotta go.”

      “But, Dory....”

      “I’ll call you.”

      “I left the package on the back step.”

      “Thanks. Later, really.” And she took off at a run.

      Jed waited, but only until she caught up with him. And then he was moving again, walking fast.

      “I want to get my bike.” They had reached the corner of Church and Bridge. “You go on over to the house.”

      “Should I go in without you?”

      He cast her a grim smile. “Walk slow. And I’ll beat you there.”

      “Okay.”

      He took off at a dead run. Adora turned the corner onto Church Street, walking slowly, as Jed had told her to, thinking about Tiffany, who was waiting for her mother to come home.

      

      

      Jed parked his bike in the attached garage and he and Adora entered the trim wood frame cottage through the kitchen.

      They went straight to the living room. There, the first thing Adora noticed was the scent of spiced apple potpourri. She spotted the source: a green glass bowl on a side table, filled with the stuff. Adora had made that potpourri herself.

      And Lola had loved it. “It’s autumn and apple pie and my grandma huggin’ me, all just from a smell,” she had declared.

      So of course Adora had given her some.

      But she would never give her any again.

      Blinking back tears, Adora looked around the tidy room, at silk freesias in a dimestore vase on a cheap veneer coffee table. At People magazines and Ladies’ Home Journals arranged in a fan. At the two slightly threadbare flowered easy chairs and the tan velour couch.

      Tiff was asleep on that couch, curled up on her side, with one hand under her head and the other pressed against her heart. Her silky auburn hair, which Adora had cut into a cute little wedge for her, lay smooth and straight against her soft cheek. She was smiling a little, as if her dreams were sweet ones.

      Looking at her, Adora just wanted to let her go right on sleeping. She glanced at Jed and thought he felt the same.

      But then, as if she’d sensed them watching her, Tiff opened her eyes. For a moment she seemed dazed. Then her eyes cleared and her sleepy smile grew wider. She sat up and yawned.

      “What’s up, guys?” She looked from Adora to her brother and back again. And her smile faded. Worry clouded her dark eyes. “What?”

      Jed dropped to the couch beside her and wrapped one of those huge arms around her. “Tiff...” And that was all he seemed to be able to say.

      Tiff nudged her shoulder against him, fond and impatient at the same time. “What?” She looked at Adora for an answer. “Dory, come on...”

      Adora prayed for the right words to come to her.

      Before they did, Jed said, “It’s Ma.”

      Tiff turned to him. “Mom?”

      Jed nodded.

      Tiff worried her lower lip. “I don’t...um. What do you mean?”

      Jed started to speak.

      But before he could get a word out, Tiff went on, “It’s weird. I was just dreaming about Mom. She hugged me. She said never to forget how much she loves me. That’s kind of funny, huh? Like I could forget something like that. You know how she is, always grabbing me and kissin’ on me and saying I’m her precious baby girl. She looked...really peaceful in my dream. But her skin was too white, you know?”

      Adora remembered Lola lying on the trail. Peaceful. And pale...

      “Jed?” Tiff nudged him again. “Jed. What’s the matter?”

      And somehow, he said it. “Tiff, something happened. Ma was picking berries. Down by Trout Creek. She had...a heart attack, or something. We’re not sure.”

      Tiffany shook her head, her hair fanning out, then falling so prettily against her cheek. “A heart attack? Mom? No. There’s nothing wrong with Mom. Mom is fine. Mom is—” She ran out of words. She turned to Adora, her big brown eyes filling, her face going red. “Dory. Dory, what is he saying?”

      Adora gulped, feeling answering tears rising, willing them down. “She’s gone, honey.”

      Tiffany gulped in a breath. And then she let it out on a tight little moan. “No...”

      Jed rubbed his eyes. “Aw, Tiff...”

      Tiffany turned to him again, her soft lips quivering, but her chin held high. “Gone. You mean...dead?”

      Jed only nodded.

      “Mom?” she whispered. “Mom’s dead....”

      And then, with a cry, she flung herself against her brother. She grabbed a handful of his black vest in each of her small fists, and she pressed her face against him, at that shining silver cross. “No,” she said softly.

      “Yeah,” Jed whispered tack.

      “No!”

      This time, Jed said nothing.

      But Tiffany couldn’t stop. “No,” she said. “No, no, no, no...” over and over, as if by saying it so many times, she might bring Lola back.

      Soon enough, the nos became sobs. And the tears spilled over.

      Adora stood there, feeling useless, aching for both of them, as Tiffany cried and Jed held her, rocking her like a baby, stroking the smooth red-brown cap of her hair.

      Finally, Tiff calmed a little. She pulled away from Jed. Adora spotted a box of tissues on a side table. She went and got it. Tiff took a handful. She dried her eyes and blew her nose, hiccupping a little, trying to bear up.

      Watching her, Adora couldn’t help recalling her own foolish, self-indulgent tears earlier that afternoon СКАЧАТЬ