Название: 1225 Christmas Tree Lane
Автор: Debbie Macomber
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781408975954
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Her general knowledge of farm life and crop cultivation had come in handy. She knew just enough about trees not to be intimidated. Besides, Wes Klein, the previous owners’ son, had helped the first couple of years. She’d soon picked up everything else she needed to know. She hired the same crew each season and was pleasantly surprised by how smoothly things had gone this year, the first year she was on her own.
In addition to Christmas trees, she sold wreaths and garlands, which were created by three members of her staff who devoted all their time to this endeavor. The Kleins used to have only a handful of orders for holiday wreaths. Beth had turned that into a thriving aspect of the business. Plus, overseas sales of Christmas trees had doubled in the past three years. Beth had always enjoyed the season, but never more than now. She felt she was actively contributing to a lot of families’ happiness this Christmas.
The girls cleared the table and put their plates and bowls in the dishwasher.
“I’ve got to get back outside, but before I go, I need you to tell me what’s going on with your father.” From the girls’ startled expressions Beth realized she should have led into the conversation with a bit more finesse. But subtlety wasn’t exactly her strong suit and she was short on time.
“Dad wanted to come for Christmas,” Bailey answered, as if that was all the explanation required.
“Did he give you any particular reason?” she asked suspiciously.
Sophie shook her head. “None that he mentioned.” That wasn’t too helpful; still, Beth persisted. “But why this year?”
Bailey shrugged. “Don’t know. All I can tell you is that he said he missed us and asked if he could join us for Christmas. We couldn’t say no. You wouldn’t want us to, would you, Mom?”
“Of course not.” Beth looked from one daughter to the other. “He didn’t say anything more than that? You’re sure?”
“Positive.” Both girls widened their eyes, expressions innocent as could be.
Convinced there was more to this sudden desire to be with them—and remembering Grace’s suggestion that the girls might be more involved than they were letting on—Beth hesitated. She wanted to probe deeper but really needed to get to work. As it was, she’d lingered with her daughters well into Jeff’s lunch hour.
“You’ll be okay without me?” Beth asked, abandoning all inquiries for the moment.
“Mom, it isn’t like we’re six years old!”
“I know, I know, it’s just that I hate leaving you so soon after you got here.”
“Go,” Bailey said, ushering her toward the door. “We’ll be fine. We’ll unpack our suitcases and put It’s a Wonderful Life in the DVD player.”
“I want to watch it, too,” Beth protested. It was their favorite Christmas movie.
“Okay, we’ll hold off until tonight. Now go.”
Walking out the door, Beth blew them a kiss, the same way she had every time she left for work when they were youngsters.
The second the door closed, Bailey turned to her sister. “Do you think Mom suspects anything?” “I’m not sure….”
“I told you we needed to get our story straight before we saw her!”
“I didn’t think she’d drill us with questions the instant we walked in the door. Just remember, this whole idea was yours,” Sophie reminded her.
“But you agreed! Dad’s miserable without Mom, and Mom needs Dad whether she’s willing to admit it or not.”
“Well, she’s not willing to admit it, not yet,” Sophie said. She rinsed out the soup pan and placed it in the dishwasher. “I never really understood why they got divorced,” she mused.
“Yeah.” Bailey was wiping off the kitchen counter. “It didn’t make any sense.”
“When they told us I thought they were joking. Some joke, huh?”
“Could there be anyone else involved?” Bailey asked, growing introspective. “Mom mentioned that vet again. Ted something.”
“Ted Reynolds. She hasn’t dated in ages, but she seems to like him. He could be trouble.”
Bailey frowned. “The problem with Mom is that she’s living inside an … an emotional cocoon.” She nodded, pleased with that description. “She’s consumed by this tree farm so she doesn’t have to think about Dad or the divorce or anything else.”
“Who made you the expert?” Sophie muttered.
Bailey ignored the sarcasm. “I took this really great psychology class, and I recognized what Mom’s been doing for the past few years. We’ve got to shake her up, make her realize the divorce was a terrible mistake.”
“It’s not just the tree farm, it’s those darn puppies,” Sophie lamented. “With puppies constantly showing up on Mom’s porch, she can focus all her attention on them. She spends a lot of time training her dogs for those canine therapy programs—”
“And being the unofficial rescue facility,” Bailey threw in.
Sophie nodded. “And now there’s this Ted guy. Getting Mom and Dad together isn’t going to be as easy as you think.”
“What did you tell Dad?” Bailey asked.
Sophie slouched into a chair and stared at her sister. “Just that it’s important to Mom that we all spend Christmas together.”
“Did he ask why?”
“Not really. He said he didn’t have any fixed plans for Christmas, and if Mom wanted him to come he would.”
“What are we going to tell them when they discover we arranged this?”
“What we should’ve said when they told us they were getting divorced. This is stupid. They should’ve tried harder.”
“They just grew apart, that’s all, but if they’d made an effort they could’ve gotten close again, right?” “Right.”
“Marriage takes work,” Bailey said, feeling wise. The research for her recent psych essay on “Family in the New Millennium” had made that very clear to her.
“I just don’t want them to be upset with us,” Sophie said, worried.
“They can’t. It’s Christmas. We brought them together … okay, under false pretenses, but they can’t be mad because we’re only doing what’s best for them.”
“Amen. Sing it, sister.”
“We’ll sing it in two-part harmony.”
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