A Boy To Remember. Cynthia Thomason

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      “And your last before you head off to Bryn Mawr,” Alex said. The two women had carefully considered all the top schools in the east where Lizzie could study literature, and they’d decided on the all-female Pennsylvania college. At first Lizzie had protested the absence of men, but when she discovered she could take classes at the University of Pennsylvania, which was coed, she readily accepted Bryn Mawr’s offer.

      “I wonder if Daniel Chandler will be here today,” Lizzie said as they approached the theater. “I hope he is.”

      Alex took a deep breath. “I don’t know, honey. He didn’t sound as if he’d be terribly involved when I talked to him.”

      “He’s really good-looking, isn’t he?”

      “Ah...” What would be the point of denying what was so obviously true. “I suppose.”

      “Did you notice his arms and hands? He has lots of muscles for a guy who normally wears a suit.”

      Alex didn’t answer, but she definitely remembered those strong, athletic arms.

      “I mentioned him to Grandpa, and he told me that Daniel was elected to the state senate two years ago. He’s really popular with everyone in this district. Grandpa voted for him.”

      “I would imagine that he’s kept busy with his duties. I wouldn’t count on seeing too much of him at the theater.”

      Lizzie sighed with a typical teenage dreaminess. “He’d make a hunky Henry Hill, don’t you think?”

      Determined not to focus on the fact that Lizzie was talking so openly about her father, Alex made light of the question. “I’m sure a state senator doesn’t have time to be the lead in a small-town summer production.”

      “You’re probably right.”

      They pulled into the lot and got out of the car. Lizzie entered the theater first and went right to the stage, where Glen and several other people were milling about. Thank goodness Daniel wasn’t one of them.

      “Hey there, Zaneeta!” Glen called. “Now we’re all here for the first day’s rehearsal.” He smiled at Alex. “You want to stay, Alex? I’m sure we can put you to work.”

      She laughed. “I’ve already been given an assignment from my sister. I’m on my way into Greenfield.”

      “Okay. We’ll probably wrap up around three. But I’ll have Lizzie call you.”

      Glen was introducing Lizzie to the other cast members as Alex left the theater. Okay, so their first meeting was just a temporary snag. Chances were, Lizzie wouldn’t see much of Daniel for the rest of the summer. And Alex wouldn’t, either. Crisis averted.

      Once she’d finished paying for her purchases at the drugstore, Alex drove down Main Street to Chandler’s Hardware. She’d run in, hand the list to Gus and be out in five minutes, tops. She angle-parked in front of the century-old brick building and went inside. Familiar smells made her remember trips to this store with her dad when she was a very little girl, before her studies kept her busy. The scent of freshly cut lumber, the rusty tang of old nails, the smell of tanned leather. All good memories, until she met the owner’s son and hadn’t returned since.

      Gus Chandler was behind the cash register. His gray hair was thinner than she remembered, and his skin had the pallor of an Ohio winter. But in his flannel shirt, loose-fitting denim pants and carpenter’s apron, he looked as if he was dressed for a business he loved. There was something comforting about the perseverance of small-town icons. They stuck it out, didn’t cut and run, like she had.

      Gus gave her a welcoming grin. “Well, well...look who’s here. I haven’t seen you in a month of Sundays.”

      “It has been a while. You’re looking good, Mr. Chandler.”

      “You, too. Pretty as I remember. My son told me he ran into you the other day. Said you lost your husband.”

      Alex nodded. Daniel had mentioned her to his father?

      “Sad thing, that,” Gus said. “You’re too young to be a widow.”

      Alex handed him Jude’s list. “My sister needs some things at the barn. Since I don’t know what any of this is, I’m trusting you to get them for me.”

      “No problem.” He moved a few steps from the register and that was when Alex saw the cane leaning against the counter. And the noticeable limp in Gus’s right leg. “I don’t get around like I used to,” he said. “But I’ve got good help here today.”

      He cupped his hands around his mouth and called, “Danny, can you come in here a minute?”

      Alex’s mouth went dry. She’d thought she might see Daniel at the theater, but she hadn’t expected to find him at the store. She quickly glanced around, nervously seeking an exit. But leaving was ridiculous and would call more attention to herself than staying.

      Dusting off his hands on a rag, Daniel came from the back storeroom. His eyes lit up, and a smile spread across his face when he saw her. An honest reaction or a politician’s gimmick?

      “Hey, Alex! Imagine seeing you twice in—what? Four days. Must be my lucky week.”

      “Hello, Daniel. Lizzie was hoping you’d be at the theater today.”

      “Nope. Not today. I’m helping Pop with inventory. I expect Glen will have me working a few hours tonight, though. The sets are pretty complicated for this musical.”

      He removed a Cleveland Indians ball cap long enough to smooth a lock of dark hair from his forehead before replacing the hat and tugging the brim low. “How is Lizzie this morning?”

      “Excited. I dropped her off at the theater.”

      “She’ll love working with Glen. He makes it fun.” Tucking the rag into the back pocket of his jeans, Daniel crossed his arms over an Ohio State T-shirt. His gaze, however, never left Alex’s face. She suddenly felt small and vulnerable. “What can I do for you?” he asked.

      “She’s got a list of things,” Gus said from behind the counter. “If you don’t mind...”

      “Happy to.” Daniel took the list, grabbed an empty box from the floor and said, “Follow me.”

      With the expertise of someone familiar with every nook and cranny of a hardware store warehouse, Daniel went about selecting the items from Jude’s list. When he filled the box and had seemingly exhausted every bit of small talk about Greenfield town life, he turned to Alex and said, “So how’s your stay in Ohio going?”

      “It’s all good. This is home, so you know.”

      “You bet I do. I spend most of my time in Columbus these days, but it’s always nice to come back to Greenfield.”

      Unable to pretend any longer that she knew nothing about Daniel’s career, Alex said, “I heard you were elected to the state senate. That’s quite an accomplishment.”

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