Show nodded, persuaded.
“Okay. Next weed run is in five days. Badge, Tommy, Len, and me. Otherwise, back to our day jobs, back to town business. Everybody stay sharp.” Isaac gaveled the meeting to a close.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The Reverend Mortensen stood in front of the altar, with Show and Shannon and Lilli and Isaac. Lilli and Isaac each held one of the twins. The rest of the Horde and their family were arrayed in the first row, on both sides of the aisle. Most of the town nearly filled the remaining pews. Adrienne sat next to Badger, with Bo and Gia squirming between her and Cory. Loki, who’d had his first birthday a few weeks ago, was sleeping in his mother’s arms.
Show and Isaac were in good jeans and white button-down shirts, their kuttes and boots shiny-clean. Lilli wore sleek black slacks and a sleeveless light grey top in what Adrienne thought was raw silk. Shannon wore a pretty green dress, a little on the loose side. She’d always been voluptuously curvy, like Marilyn Monroe or something, and had always dressed to accentuate what she had, but she was bigger since the babies and self-conscious about it in a way she’d never been before.
Adrienne didn’t think she had anything to worry about. Not only had she just had twins, for Pete’s sake, but Show obviously loved her body. He couldn’t keep his hands off her since the babies, even more than usual—which was saying something. Those two had always been embarrassing with the PDA. Leaning toward gross, sometimes.
The baptism was almost over. The twins, in their pretty, white satin outfits, had been sprinkled, and everybody had said their various vows. Isaac and Lilli didn’t strike Adrienne as particularly religious people, and Adrienne knew that Show and Shannon weren’t, not overtly. But Show had been raised in this church. It was the only church in town, and Adrienne had been here long enough to know it was an important place. If the Horde was the heart of Signal Bend, then St. John’s Methodist Church was its soul.
She also knew that Show wanted this ritual because it would have made his mother happy.
Adrienne herself had not been raised with any religion at all. Her family had been completely secular, and she found it impossible to get her mind to work in a way that would make room for something like faith in a higher power. She quite simply did not believe there was such a thing, but she was fascinated by the power of faith and the way, for some believers, it governed everything about their lives, and, for others, it seemed to be a passive thing, with no real impact on the way the lived, but an uplifting set of rituals and expectations. Not unlike the way her family had started every dinner each sharing one thing they’d learned that day—which was, she supposed, a kind of grace.
She’d been to different churches a few times with friends, something her parents had supported as opportunities to learn about other ways of thinking. Going to church had always been very like a trip to a museum—a tiny slice of experience with an exotic culture. Adrienne was captivated by the rituals of faith. Sometimes, she felt like she’d missed something by not learning to have faith. For her, the world was as it was, with no cause or reason beyond the people living in it and acting on it. Most days, that was comforting, because she didn’t understand how people could love a god who would ignore the suffering of innocents that went on all over the world. But sometimes, when she felt especially low or scared, she understood that it would be nice to believe there was someplace better in the future. She could see how rituals like this were reassuring in that way.
Bo kicked her good leg as he turned to try to climb down from the pew, bringing her back to the moment. As she caught him and set him back on his bottom, the Reverend, in his white robe and green satin stole, raised his hands. “The God of all grace, who has called us to eternal glory in Christ, establish you and strengthen you by the power of the Holy Spirit, that you may live in grace and peace.”
He laid a hand upon each tiny head and then looked out over the congregation. “And now, let us all welcome Joseph Eugene Ryan and Camille Margaret Ryan into the family of Christ.”
The organ began to play, and everyone stood and opened their hymnals. Holding Bo’s hand, Adrienne looked on with Badger and sang along to a song she did not know.
~oOo~
“Can I help with that?” Adrienne walked up to the counter in Show and Shannon’s kitchen, where Cory was washing dishes. The party for the twins’ baptism was in full swing. Most of the men were outside, standing around with beer and booze, even though the meat had all been grilled and all that was left was cake and presents.
Weddings, birthdays, baptisms—lots of rituals ended with parties that ended with cake and presents.
Cory looked over her shoulder. “Oh no, hon. You should be off your leg, shouldn’t you? It’s been a long day.”
“I was sitting with Shannon and the babies for a long time. I’m okay. And I’m doing better, anyway. I’m out of the shoulder brace.” She lifted her flowing rayon skirt, long enough to skim her ankles, and showed a little bit of her bad leg. “And see? No more sleeve. It’s pretty much healed. Not pretty, but pretty much healed.” She didn’t bother to raise the sleeve of her little cotton cardigan to show her arm, too.
“Aren’t you warm in that sweater? It’s mid-nineties today.”
“Not in here, it’s not. I’m good.”
Cory held her look for a second, then nodded. “Okay, then yeah. You can dry. These two are going to need to spring for a dishwasher, now that they have Joey and Millie. Doing a ton of dishes by hand is not the most fun ever, especially with little ones around.”
Adrienne picked up a green-and-white striped dishtowel. “I like it. Reminds me of my mom.”
“Shannon told me just a little about that. Sounds like she was pretty special.”
“Yeah. She was. She was smart and funny. Kind of a dork.” Adrienne laughed. “She wore a fanny pack whenever we traveled. And socks with Teva sandals. I used to get really annoyed and embarrassed.”
Smiling, Cory rinsed a plate and handed it over. “She was a professor, too, right? Like your father?”
Adrienne pushed away the storm cloud that threatened at the thought of her ex-father and just answered Cory’s question. “Yeah. She taught math.”
“Wow. Lots of brains in your family.”
Adrienne shrugged. “Not like I inherited those genes, though. I’m all Shannon, as everybody can see.”
“She’s no slouch, either.”
“No. She’s awesome. Sometimes I wonder…” Crap. What had she been about to say? “Never mind.”
Cory shut off the faucet and turned. “You can tell me anything you want, hon. In confidence, if you want. I know everybody still walks on tiptoes around me, but I’m okay—or I’m figuring out how to be okay, at least. So if you need someone to talk to, I’m around.
“Thanks.” Adrienne smiled and nodded toward the dishes, hoping to start up their chore again and get the focus off her.
Cory turned back to the sink and they worked quietly for a while. The confession that had leapt unbidden onto Adrienne’s tongue refused to go away. She had no idea why she felt driven to open up to Cory, of all people, but finally, she couldn’t hold it back any longer.
“Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if Shannon had kept me. I never used to wonder that. I really never did. But lately, since I’ve been here, I wonder. What would it have been like to have been raised in this life?”
“Well, you know Shannon didn’t come to Signal Bend until like five years ago, so I don’t think you would have been raised in this life then, either.”
“I know. None of it’s real. Just aimless wondering. But the life I had totally fell apart, and I don’t know what this life I’m in now is.”
Again, Cory turned off the faucet. This time, she took the towel out of Adrienne’s hands, wiped her own hands on it, and led her to sit at the table.
“Well, that I know a lot about. I can’t tell you how many times my life has fallen apart and left me with nothing but rubble to rebuild from. This last time
was by far the worst time. Losing Hav—I won’t ever get over it. I only had him for a year. One lousy year. And he changed everything for me. For Nolan, too.” Tears topped over and ran down Cory’s cheeks, but she spoke on, ignoring the streams down her face and the drops on her blouse. “But he did something for us that we still have. He gave us a life that was still standing when he left it. We have Loki. We have this family. There will always be a big, bald hole in our lives, but there was more than rubble left, and that’s because he gave us this life. We’re not alone, and we never will be. Hav gave us that.”
Watching Cory feel her loss made Adrienne’s heart ache, and she felt her own tears coming. Cory reached out and took her hand. Adrienne could see the long scar on her wrist, moving from her hand toward her elbow. She knew what that scar was.
Then they were both crying. Cory continued, still ignoring her tears. “You have that, too. This life is scary, no question. But you will never be alone. There will always be somebody to share with you—your fear, your pain, your loss. And, like today, your happiness, your peace.”
Sniffling, Adrienne wiped her own tears with her free hand, unwilling to let go of Cory. “Shannon said something like that the night my father dropped my things off. The night she went into the hospital.”
“Well, like I said, she’s no slouch. You know, all us women, and most of the guys, have…complicated histories with our parents. I think Badge is the only one who has two good, living parents. Maybe that’s what makes us so tight. This is the family we chose when the one we started out with broke.”
~oOo~
The party wound down fairly early, just past dark. The townsfolk had headed on their way shortly after cake, and the Horde without families of their own went over to the clubhouse for less child-centered enjoyments. Isaac and Lilli took their exhausted children home. Cory took Nolan and Loki home. Then Len and Tasha left for the house Len had finished building not too long ago, and it was only Badger and Adrienne, and Show and Shannon, with the babies. They were becoming a family in their own right, the six of them.
Shannon had already taken Joey up to bed. Adrienne held Millie, who was sound asleep on her chest after taking a bottle of breast milk. Millie had not managed to figure out how to nurse. Shannon called it “nipple confusion,” and their pediatrician had told her that the twins’ time in the NICU, when they’d both been bottle-fed both formula and expressed milk, might be the cause. Joey didn’t seem to be confused at all. But Millie wanted only a bottle. Adrienne knew not being able to nurse both babies was causing Shannon some stress, and the breast pump looked like a torture device, but she liked feeding Millie. She liked everything about these babies, from their little bald heads to their tiny pink toes. When she was still living in New Paltz, she’d nannied for a family with an infant, and she’d enjoyed it. But she hadn’t felt about that little boy the way she felt about Joey and Millie. She felt something physical, like a pull in her chest. She hadn’t worked out yet what it was, but she did not mind even a little that she had to spend so much time here with Shannon and the twins.
Dora had had to replace her at the shop, anyway. It was summer, and they’d been busy. She couldn’t wait for Adrienne to be able to come back. That job hadn’t lasted very long. She wasn’t sure what she’d do for work when she was ready to work again. Badger told her not to worry about it, but she didn’t just want to sit around once the doctors said she didn’t need to—and that day was coming up soon. In the meantime, her days were full of family, and she liked it.
Badger and Show came inside from the yard, where they’d been cleaning up. Show smiled down at her. “Hey, little one. You thinking about running off with my girl there?”
She gave him an innocent look. “No, sir. I promise. Just wasn’t quite done with the snuggle. Shannon took Joey up already.”
“You mind if I get my hands on her? Barely saw her all day.” Show reached out for his littlest daughter, and Adrienne reluctantly let her go. Millie squeaked and squirmed and then settled heavily onto her father’s shoulder, her tiny hand twisting instinctively into his hair. His voice now little more than a murmur, Show said, “I’m gonna take her up, see how Shannon’s doing. You two heading out soon?”
Adrienne turned to Badger, who was eyeing her with interest. Then he nodded and looked over at Show. “Yeah. We’re on our way.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” When Adrienne stood, Show bent down and kissed her head. “Love you, little one.”
“I love you, too. Sleep well tonight.”
He laughed softly. “Yeah. We’ll see how that works out.”
As Show turned to the stairs, Badger took Adrienne’s hand and led her out to his pickup. She missed riding with him on his bike, but since the fire, he wouldn’t let her, not even after she’d gotten the brace off earlier that week. He was probably right, but she couldn’t wait until she was fully healed and strong again.
~oOo~
His pickup was old, though, and had a bench seat, so she sat right next to him, his arm around her shoulders. Because of his own scar, he couldn’t stretch his arm too far out to the side, so she tucked herself against his shoulder. It was a nice way to ride. Not like his bike, but cozy. She felt safe and warm and loved.
The drive to their little place wasn’t long, and they went along in companionable silence. About a half-mile or so from the town proper, Badger muttered, “Hold up. What was that?” He pulled onto the shoulder, then reached across her and took a gun out of the glove box. “Stay here, babe.”
“Badge, wait. If you think you need a gun, you shouldn’t go out there alone.”
“I’m not going alone. I’m taking my gun. Stay put and lock the doors.” He got out of the car, precluding further discussion.
Her heart slamming against her ribs, Adrienne turned to watch out the back window as Badger crept along the side of the truck. He’d left the lights on, and the taillights made an eerie, blood-red glow. Then, at the end of the bed, he stood up and stared back toward the shoulder, along the fence of whatever farm they were near. Adrienne wasn’t familiar enough with the town geography yet to know who owned what. As she looked on, he tucked his gun in his jeans, against the small of his back, and walked beyond the red glow of light. She could see that he’d squatted down, but she couldn’t see more. Not knowing was killing her, but she did what he’d said and stayed where she was.
Then he was trotting back to the truck, and when he came into the radius of red light, she saw that he was grinning. She unlocked the door as he came to it.
He opened it, breathless, his grin wide and bright. “Come on. Come see.” He held out his hand to her.
She didn’t take it. “What is it?”
“Come see.” He gave his hand an impatient shake, and she took it and let him pull her gently out of the car. He led her to the place where he’d been squatting. As they approached she heard noises that she couldn’t make out at first. And then she could. Whimpering.
“A puppy?”
He pulled her to the edge of the shoulder, right along the drainage ditch. It had been a dry summer, and the ditch was full of hardy wildflowers, like goldenrod and Queen Anne’s lace, but no water. “Puppies. Somebody must have dumped a litter. I saw their eyes glowing in the headlights. Couldn’t make sense of it at first.” He squatted and held out his hands, and a dark, round ball of puff in the ditch put its paws up on the shoulder and carefully nosed his fingers. “They’re good size. Hard to tell in the dark, but maybe some Rotty in them.” The pup, apparently having decided that Badger was an okay guy, struggled up onto the shoulder and sat between his squatting legs.
“Oh, my God. What a cutie!” Adrienne looked into the ditch. She could hear them, and just make out some squirming bodies. “How many?”
“Not sure. I want to take them with us. Take them to the clubhouse. Maybe they can be Horde dogs.”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s a good idea. We can’t leave them in the ditch, at any rate. Are we sure there’s no mom?”
Here was something that made the idea of a god hard for Adrienne to swallow. Innocent little puppies dumped in a ditch. “People suck.”
“They do. Can you help me? I’ll get them out of the ditch if you can take them to the truck. We can put them in the bed. It’s not that far to the clubhouse.”
There were five, and they definitely weren’t teacup pups. Obviously quite young, they were solid little furry chunks. Badger had decided that the pup who’d come up to him was the alpha, because he seemed to be most alert and cautious, and the others seemed to wait for him to say the coast was clear. He was also, by a good margin, the biggest. Once he was okay with Badger and Adrienne, then the other pups got noisy, jumping and squirming and yipping. They were adorable.
It was a struggle to get through the puppy kisses and enthusiastically wiggling butts and get them all into the bed of Badger’s truck, but they managed it, both of them laughing the whole time. Adrienne thought it had probably been months since she’d felt this good.
As Badger took her hand to lead her to the cab, Adrienne pulled back. “I’ll ride in back with them.”
“What? No!”
“It’s fine. It’s not far, and I want to make sure they’re okay. What if one of them jumps out?”
“They’re too little to jump out, babe. And your leg—I don’t want you sitting on the damn steel bed.”
“Badge, I’m fine. I’m not riding anywhere but in the back with them. They’ve been alone long enough.” As she said it, her eyes teared up, shocking her—and Badger, whose brow wrinkled.
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