Mail Order Mommy. Christine Johnson

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СКАЧАТЬ made it sound so simple, but she wasn’t taking into account Garrett’s animosity toward Amanda.

      “What if he shouts at me? What if he tells me to leave and never come back?”

      “Then you’ll have your answer.” Pearl jabbed a hairpin into her topknot. “His loss, if you ask me. He’ll have a difficult time finding anyone else for the job, and there’s no one in all of Singapore who can compare to you when it comes to keeping house.”

      “But I still don’t know how to cook.”

      “That’s why you are going to stay here through the midday meal so you can learn from Mrs. Calloway. She’s promised to take more time showing you how to do everything.”

      “Don’t you need me at school?”

      Pearl laughed. “I think I can manage for half a day.”

      “I’m sorry.” Amanda blanched. “I didn’t mean to imply that I’m indispensable.”

      “But you are.” Pearl gently tugged her to her feet. “I couldn’t manage more than a few hours without your help.” She grinned. “Don’t tell the school committee members, though, or they’ll hire you instead of me next year.”

      Pearl always managed to lift her spirits. “Don’t be silly. You’re the one doing the teaching. I just help keep everyone occupied.”

      “So they can learn.” Pearl opened the door to their room. “Let’s go down to breakfast. It smells like Mrs. Calloway fried bacon this morning.”

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      That morning Garrett’s men made great progress cutting the timbers for the launching ways and cradle. Before they could put them in place, the land by the river would have to be cleared. Since Roland owned that land, it meant getting his brother’s permission.

      With the weather holding fair, Garrett decided they’d best get the location ready before a storm rolled in and blanketed the ground with snow or the temperatures dropped and froze the ground.

      During the lunch break, he stopped in the mercantile. His brother stood at the counter, writing in one of the ledgers.

      “Roland, I need to talk to you about something.”

      Roland looked up. “You don’t have to use the front door like a customer just because you’re living down the street now.”

      The grin told Garrett that his brother was teasing. That’s the way they communicated. Each tried to best the other. Roland won most battles of wit, while Garrett could take his brother in a physical challenge any day. That didn’t mean he couldn’t throw back a decent retort.

      “Last I checked, I am a customer here. And I expect to be treated like one.”

      Roland’s grin broadened. “Then you arrived at just the right time. You can sign for the purchases Amanda is making.”

      “The what?” Garrett had left early this morning without quite figuring out what he was going to do about that situation. After the way he’d reacted last night, he figured she would never return to work for him.

      “Purchases.” Roland motioned toward a large basket beside the ledger. Garrett recognized that basket. It was the one Amanda had used to bring the delicious beef stew last night. Every bite had stuck in his throat. He owed her an apology, but...

      “Purchases? What kind of purchases?”

      “Food, Mr. Decker.” The formerly gentle and quiet Amanda Porter placed some tins in the basket. “Your children need more than crackers and porridge to eat.” She looked him in the eye, more like Pearl than the shy beauty he was used to seeing.

      He opened his mouth and then clapped it shut. What could he say to that? His children did need to eat, and he had neglected to fully stock the kitchen, a fact that he’d noticed at breakfast this morning. He cleared his throat and hoped Amanda didn’t see the heat creeping up his neck. “Of course. Well done, Miss Porter.”

      The faintest smile graced her lips and sent his spirits catapulting upward just as quickly as they’d gone down.

      Her attention returned to the basket of food. “I can only cook plain food. I hope that will be good enough.”

      But the stew hadn’t been plain, it had been delicious. With a start, he realized she must not have cooked it. She must have gotten it from someone else, most likely the boardinghouse.

      “The stew.” He halted, unsure what to say.

      She did not look up at him. “Mrs. Calloway’s efforts.”

      “I owe her then.”

      Amanda shook her head. “It was left over.”

      “But how, when there are a half dozen guests and the Calloways?” Before he finished saying the words, he knew.

      The portion he and his children had eaten was hers. She had gone hungry last night while he dined. Moreover, he’d accused her of neglect, when he was the one who had neglected his family. He owed her more than an apology, but at the moment he couldn’t think of what to say.

      He walked to her side. Roland scooted out from behind the counter on the pretense of checking for some cornmeal in the back. Anyone could see that the bin was half-full.

      Garrett waited until his brother was gone.

      Amanda fidgeted with the handle of the basket. “I hope I didn’t overstep my bounds.”

      “No.” He cleared his throat again. “Not at all. I did. I’m sorry. For last night. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. The wrong ones.”

      Her head bobbed, as if she was gathering her composure, and the ribbons caught in her dark curls. He had to fight the impulse to lift them free.

      “It’s all right,” she whispered. “I should go. I promised to help Pearl at school this afternoon. If you can sign...”

      He turned the ledger and scrawled his signature on the line. But that didn’t get rid of the aching guilt. “I’m sorry. I hope we can start over again.”

      She lifted her tremulous gaze to him, and he was struck again by the similarity of her eyes to those of Eva. If Eva had ever given him such a look, it had been an act so she could get her way. Not Amanda.

      “I hope so, too.” Her faint smile wavered.

      “I can help you carry that basket to the house.”

      “Thank you, but I can manage. It sounded like you wanted to speak to your brother.”

      Garrett was ashamed of himself. Amanda thought only of everyone else’s needs. He could kick himself for being such a fool yesterday. His children were hungry, and she’d responded the only way she knew how. Instead of thanking her, he’d accused and blamed her. He would change. Next time he would give her the benefit of doubt. He owed her that much.

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