Abby's Christmas. Lynnette Kent

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      “Yeah, well.” His voice softened with the hug. “Where’d you go?”

      To gain some time, she shrugged out of her coat and went to hang it up in that same broom closet. “Um…I went to see Mrs. Blake.”

      “Weren’t you there just yesterday? She call you and complain, as usual?”

      “No, no.” Abby took a deep breath. “Actually, Noah stopped by this afternoon.”

      “Noah?” Her dad’s heavy dark brows drew together. “You mean Noah Blake?”

      “That’s right. He’s come back.”

      “What’s that troublemaker want here? I thought he was gone for good.”

      “He’s not a troublemaker, Dad.” The accusation made her furious.

      “I don’t know what he’s like now. But when you kids were in school, he raised more hell than this town could handle. Including burning down the school two weeks before graduation.”

      “He did not burn down the school.” She stomped into the cold room, brought back the pot of stew she’d made for tonight and slammed it onto the burner. “Nobody burned down the school—there was a fire in the principal’s office, that’s all. And Noah didn’t set it.”

      “Of course he did. I saw his motorcycle over there not ten minutes before the fire truck showed up. So why is he back now?”

      “He didn’t say.”

      “And why did you go to his mother’s house? Did he forget the address?”

      Abby bit her tongue. “He thought he would…surprise her. But I thought Mrs. Blake might need a little support, since she’s been sick so much. So I went along to…smooth the way.”

      “Did you?”

      Trust Charlie to ask the really hard question. “I…don’t know.” Bitter and sick, Mrs. Blake was never easy to get along with. But her reaction to Noah’s arrival hadn’t been anything like Abby expected. “Noah brought a dog with him, a stray he rescued on his way here.”

      Charlie snorted in disbelief.

      “And the dog got loose in the flower beds—”

      “And Marian Blake started squealing.”

      Abby sighed. “Something like that.” With belated guilt, she realized she should probably warn Charlie about the dog.

      “Doesn’t surprise me,” her dad said, starting on the salads for dinner. “Bad enough the boy didn’t let her know he was coming. Showing up with some mutt has to be the stupidest thing he’s done in a while. I was there the day in third grade when Marian got chased across the playground by a dog. German shepherd, it was.”

      He shook his head. “Dog just wanted to play and when Marian ran away screaming, it thought she’d invented a new game. By the time the rest of us kids got there, the shepherd had her flat on her back under the pine trees and was licking her face off. She didn’t come back to school for a week, she was so hysterical.”

      “That’s horrible.” Abby stirred the stew and then went to the pantry for cans of green beans. Noah couldn’t know his mother’s story, or he wouldn’t have brought the dog home with him. But there was obviously no hope of convincing his mother to take the poor animal into her house. Which meant…

      “So you chased the dog off, and then what?”

      “We didn’t exactly chase him away.”

      “Well, Marian didn’t change her mind after all this time.”

      “N-no.”

      Charlie glared at her. “Don’t tell me that.”

      “What?”

      “Don’t tell me you kept the stupid dog.”

      “You don’t know it’s a stupid dog. You’ve never even seen it.”

      “I don’t have to see a stray to know I don’t want it.”

      “He’s sweet, and scared to death.”

      “If he’s in my house, he’s got a good reason to be scared.”

      Hands on her hips, Abby glared at her dad. “I live there, too. And I’ll put my dog on the sunporch with a blanket and a bowl of water and some food.”

      “It’s not your dog, it’s Noah Blake’s dog.”

      “I’m keeping it.” She’d had no intention of doing any such thing when she took the dog home, of course.

      Charlie pinned her with his drill-sergeant glare. “Abigail Ann Brannon, I will not—”

      Out front, the bell on the door jingled once, and again, and yet again. The dinner rush was starting.

      “We’ll discuss this later,” he promised, and left the kitchen. Abby heard his brusque voice out in the dining room, greeting familiar customers. She stood still for a few seconds longer, recovering from the argument with her dad. When was the last time she and Charlie had seriously disagreed?

      Never, was the first answer that came to mind. Sure, they argued a lot. And he could be hard to get along with sometimes. But she hadn’t seriously defied her dad since she was fifteen and wanted to attend a summer camp in Wyoming. Her parents had said no—they needed her to work in the diner. She’d given them the silent treatment and sulked through the entire summer until she went back to school and saw Noah again. They hadn’t talked much, except when she passed him a few sheets of paper if he needed them, or a pen when he didn’t have one. Just seeing him had always made a major improvement in her day.

      And she hadn’t seen him in fifteen years.

      “Fried chicken, stew and meat loaf,” Charlie announced as he came into the kitchen. “Hamburger, cheeseburger, tuna sub, grilled cheese and soup. Two more stews.”

      Abby shook herself from head to toe. Time to get to work. “Right. I’ve got the grill. Two burgers and a grilled cheese, coming up.”

      NOAH FOUND IT AMAZING that his mother still watched the same roulette-wheel spelling show and supply-the-question quiz program after dinner as she had when he’d been in high school. The sitcoms that came afterward had changed actors, if not story lines, but after half an hour of watching, he felt sick to his stomach. Or maybe that was the hamburger.

      “I’m gonna go see a couple of people,” he told his mother during a commercial break. “I still have my key, unless you changed the locks.”

      She stared up at him for a long minute. “No, I didn’t change the locks.” As he crossed to the front door, she said, “Do you want breakfast?”

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