Annie's Neighborhood. Roz Fox Denny

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      Chapter Three

      ANNIE’S HOUSE PROJECT had multiplied. Her enthusiasm sparked some of the results she’d hoped for. Mike Spurlock liked the looks of Gran’s Victorian after Annie’s painting was under way. Mike had a few days off from his business travel and, at Missy’s urging, borrowed Annie’s sander. Within a few days, the Spurlock home was ready to paint. Peggy Gilroy got the bug next. Their siding was shingle; a good washing left it in shape to be painted before Annie finished her trim.

      All the homes had been a dingy gray. Annie chose Wedgwood blue with navy trim to give the street a pop of color. Since her house sat between the other two, it looked even prettier after Peggy painted hers cream with chocolate shutters and matching gingerbread scrollwork. Missy loved both of their color schemes, but she couldn’t make up her mind. She had Mike test sample paint on the back of their house until she settled on honey gold with dark green edging.

      “I’m so excited about how good our homes look,” Missy said the afternoon Annie climbed down from putting the final touches on three cupolas jutting from her third story. The Spurlock home was only two-story and less ornate. Mike had whipped right through painting it.

      “They do, Missy, and they’ll be even prettier after we’ve tackled the yards. That’s assuming my body holds out,” Annie added wryly as she rotated her shoulders. “Every night, what I wish for is some muscle man who’ll cart my ladder around for a few weeks.” The minute the statement crossed her lips, Annie pictured Sky Cordova, which jarred her until Missy spoke again.

      “I could never climb an extension ladder the way you do, Annie. I get dizzy watching you. It was really nice of you to paint the upper section of George and Peggy’s place. His back really bothers him. Peggy’s gutsy for her age. She would’ve tackled it, you know.”

      “I do know. In a lot of ways she’s like Gran Ida was.” Annie paused, battling back the sadness that descended whenever her grandmother’s name came up. “That indomitable spirit is why I was in denial when Peggy phoned to tell me Gran’s health was failing. To me she never seemed to age. I still can’t believe she’s gone.”

      Missy threw both arms around her in an impulsive hug. “I’m sorry for reminding you, Annie. She brought us a casserole the night we moved in. Mike, his brother and I moved everything we’d stored in his folks’ garage into the house, all in one day. We were exhausted. And over she came with food. I called her an angel.” Missy grinned. “She said we should call her Gran Ida because everyone did. She was proud as a peacock of you. I wasn’t sure I’d like you, the way she made you sound like a saint.”

      Annie laughed self-consciously. “Stop already.”

      “I don’t mean to embarrass you. I think it was sweet. What you’re doing now, restoring the house, is exactly what she said you’d come here and do one day. Only she had grander plans. I’m sure you’ve seen the photo album that’s filled with pictures of how every street in town used to look.”

      “I found it a few weeks ago,” Annie murmured.

      “Well, I’m sure you remember the park. It was beautiful, with rose gardens, benches and walkways. Looking at it now, you’d never know it’s the same place. Peggy and I got together with Gran Ida most afternoons for tea and cookies and she’d bring out her album. She’d tell us that when you came home to stay, you’d get people to make the town look like it used to.” Missy giggled delightedly. “See why I expected you to be a saint? Maybe Gran Ida wasn’t quite herself toward the end, as Peggy pointed out, but I loved listening to her dreams. I had similar ones when we bought this house. Mike and I settled on a fixer-upper, which was all we could afford. I wish we’d known about the crime. I suppose it goes with the territory of low-income housing,” she said, ending on a sigh.

      Annie listened while she washed out paintbrushes. “Now you sound like our illustrious police chief. Missy, low income doesn’t have to be synonymous with high crime. A family shouldn’t have to sell and move away to feel safe.”

      “You can say that after all our homes were burgled in the same afternoon?”

      Setting her clean brushes out to dry, Annie prepared to haul the ladder back to her garage. “Do you think that if people see what we’ve done, they’ll want to do the same thing? That’s my hope, anyway—that one set of highly visible improvements will encourage others in our community to follow our lead.”

      “Peggy said you plan to call a meeting. But if Mike’s out of town I won’t be there. We’ve decided it’s not safe for us both to be gone at the same time. And I can’t say whether what we’ve done will induce anyone else. Mike said yesterday that if you hadn’t arranged for us to get such a deep discount at the paint store, we wouldn’t have been able to afford this makeover. Same goes for Peggy and George.”

      Annie shrugged. She’d let them all think they were getting paint at a discount when, in СКАЧАТЬ