The Secrets of Parkerville Series - Book 1 - Chased Hearts

by Nancy C. Wilson & Harriet Trevathan

A Glimpse of Parkerville

  Sara and Skye had a pleasant drive home. They chatted about Skye’s sister, Julie, who was expecting her fourth child in another month. Stan’s mom would be there to help her anyway she could, but Skye still felt Julie was her responsibility. Skye’s nieces, Kit, Kim, and Jill were so excited about the new baby brother or sister, but hated to see Skye leave for any length of time.

  They both kept the conversation light, not wanting to mention Mac and spoil it all. As they approached a curve in the road, and instead of slowing down, Sara stepped on the gas and headed toward a huge bush.

  “Aunt Sara, for pete’s sake . . . slow down!”

  “I’m just taking a short cut, dear, don’t worry,” Sara said with a gleeful smile.

  Skye grabbed the dashboard, as they careened toward a huge holly bush. “Oh no!” she screamed, closing her eyes, expecting the impact. But when she opened them again, they were on a beautiful, maple tree-lined road.

  “What happened to the bush, or tree, or whatever that was? Why didn’t we crash into it?”

  “Sorry if I frightened you,” Sara laughed. “I just wanted to show you some of the uniqueness of our town. That’s just one of many holograms we have in Parkerville. You’ll find out we have a lot of fun things.”

  Skye was looking around as Sara slowly drove down the lane, blinking several times, as the sun came piercing through the intricate pattern of leaves that still clung to the branches.

  She tried to remember something about the town, but she could only remember visiting her aunt. All her memories of the town seemed to have been erased.

  Finally, Sara stopped. They had come to the crest of a very steep hill and the view below was breathtaking. Skye leaned forward to catch her first view of Parkerville. It was a patchwork quilt of colors. Summer had rightfully given way to fall and the result was a cornucopia of russet reds, bright yellows, gold, and orange-colored leaves. The apple trees were bountiful with crimson reds it was a beautiful sight against a bright blue sky.

  “Oh, it’s beautiful!”

  Off in the distance was a church, its steeple reaching up into the heavens, bright white and pure. Parkerville Joint Junior, Senior High School could also be seen, the name proudly displayed with its letters etched out in the perfectly manicured lawns. Bright Springs had its own beauty, but nothing to compare to this.

  They slowly descended toward a freshly painted covered bridge, spanning a creek with a family of geese swimming gracefully under and around.

  They continued over the bridge and made a sharp turn onto Jenny's Lane. They passed beautiful farms and homes along the way. Sara knew everyone of course and they smiled and waved as they drove by, not just out of their typical friendliness, but also out of curiosity. Sara’s niece had come to live here with them. Two newcomers inside of a week was big news for the town.

  Sara turned off onto the main road that led into town. They passed Mr. Pennypacker’s general store and the local drug store. At the end of the street, there was a small burger stand named H’our Burgers.

  Fascinated by it all, Skye commented, “Now that’s a unique name for a hamburger stand. How exactly do you pronounce it?”

  Sara smiled, “Well now, it’s pronounced ‘our’ since the burger stand is run completely by the kids who live here, who take turns as manager each month. It’s a great learning experience and it works out very well. There’s no stealing or short changing, since they’d only be hurting themselves.”

  Skye was really intrigued now. “That’s a great idea! But why did they come up with the strange spelling?”

  Sara cleared her throat and hesitated before she answered, “Um . . . well . . . that’s kind of a long story. First of all, you’re going to find the word ‘hour’ is very important here. Remember, I mentioned in several of my letters about the rules we have here? I told you I would explain them as soon as you were comfortable and settled, and I will. It’s nothing to concern yourself with now. You’ll adjust beautifully; in fact, I think you’ll find the rules here . . . well . . . challenging and kind of fun.”

  Skye shrugged. “Rules? Okay, I can live with a few rules. No problem!”

  “Right, no problem. Come on, Skye, let’s go home.”

  Sara was determined this was all going to work out, so she relaxed and turned onto Honeysuckle. Most of the houses were bright white with various colored shutters. Sara turned into the driveway of a rather large cape cod with blue shutters and a large front porch with a big blue glider. The porch was lined with bright yellow mums and the winding walk leading up to the porch was bordered on either side with orange and yellow marigolds. Freshly starched white Priscilla’s hung in each of the windows, giving the house a look of warmth and loving care.

  Yes, I could be very happy here. Skye turned to her aunt. “By the way, you told Mac I was moving in with you and going to school here. Is that right?

  Sara now felt very guilty. “Yes, dear, you should have moved in with me four years ago, when you lost your mom. It’s what she wanted and I think Julie understands that now. I was kind of hoping you’d want to stay with me.”

  Skye sat, looking down at her hands. “Have you heard from Laura?”

  “I know she’s okay, but please don’t ask me how . . . I just know. Your cousin is very strong-willed and she’ll come home when it’s time. She’s a lot like her father.”

  “I miss Uncle Tommy.”

  “I miss him too.”

  “I just hope I can fit in here,” Skye sighed.

  “You have no idea how much you will fit in. You are wanted here and needed here, I promise you that.” Sara grabbed Skye’s folded hands to reassure her. “The rest of your clothes and other belongings are on their way. “Now, let’s get you moved in and settled.”

  “By the way, where does Todd live?” Skye asked all of a sudden.

  Sara hesitated for just a moment; she had her reasons. “He lives near the end of this street. Now, let me introduce you to your new home. I hope you like your room, I spent a lot of time on it, but if there’s anything you want to change, go right ahead. Remember, it’s your room.”

  “My room, just the idea of my very own room is heaven. I know I’ll love it.”

  Sara put her arm around Skye and walked toward the house.

  Homer

  Homer Fludge lived across the street from Sara Davis; he’d lived there all his life. He was eighteen-years old, about 6’ and weighed well over 300 lbs. His brown straight hair was slicked down and parted close to the middle of his head, and he had a bad case of acne. But all in all, he was a pretty nice guy. His younger sister, Marabelle, was equally attractive, but she was mean . . . just plain mean.

  Homer did not miss the arrival of Sara’s niece. He thought Skye was a really stupid name for a girl; however, when she stepped out of the car and started getting her things out of the trunk, everything seemed to go in slow motion.

  Homer was watching from his upstairs bedroom window, through his dad’s binoculars. He watched as she threw her head back and her long, dark silky hair caught the wind and swirled around her face. He watched as she laughed at something her aunt said, then grabbed one of her bags and twirled around to get a good glimpse of her surroundings.

  “Oh, she’s wonderful. Oh, man, she’s beautiful!” Homer said out loud, “and, she’s going to be mine . . . yes, sir.”

  Homer wasn’t the only one watching the Davis house. Marabelle was standing right in the center of their front lawn with her arms crossed in front of her. Skye glanced over at her and gave her a shy smile, but Marabelle just glowered back at her. Skye’s aunt also looked over, whispered something to Skye, and they walked into the house. Homer then saw someone behind one of the bushes in front of the house, next door to the Davis’ house. He knew who it was and just smiled.

  Skye was not used to anyone glowering at her, especially someone she h
adn’t even met.

  “Who was that girl? I mean, what’s her problem? Holy cow Aunt Sara, your kitchen is just adorable. I love it! It’s so cute and country . . . now who was that girl?”

  Sara was out of breath, after she and Skye carried in some of the bags. “Alright, alright . . . first of all, that was Marabelle Fludge. She is not a very happy girl and she’s not a very nice girl, and she will probably see you as a threat. And thank you so much for liking the kitchen; I guess you don’t remember it. I’ve always needed atmosphere and I guess you’d say country is my style. I just have one little suggestion about Marabelle . . . stay away from her. She doesn’t have many friends and the one friend she does have, doesn’t really want to be her friend.”

  “Does she always look like that?”

  Sara gave Skye a half-hearted smile, “Yes, dear, she always looks like that. Just pretend Marabelle doesn’t exist. Now her brother, Homer, he’s a pretty sweet guy. He’s older and just ignores Marabelle. If she gets to him at all, he just picks her up and throws her in their pool, or a snow bank . . . whatever fits the season. Now, come on, let’s get you settled in your brand new room!”

  ***

  Across the street at the Fludge’s, another story was taking place as Homer ran down the stairs to find his sister.

  “Well, did you see her? She is one fine looking girl. I can’t wait to meet her and really get to know her. I mean, if she’s anything like her Aunt Sara, she’s gotta be a really nice person. Don’t you think . . . I mean, really . . . don’t you think, Marabelle?”

  Marabelle just stood at the front door, looking across the street at the Davis house. She didn’t say anything. She just stood staring, forming a plan . . . unfortunately.

  Homer was wary now. “Marabelle, what are you thinking, you evil little witch. Don’t even think of making that girl’s life miserable, like you’ve made everyone else’s around here. Remember what Mom and Dad said? Any more of your rotten little schemes or games and you’ll be sent away . . . again!”

  Without turning around and looking at her brother, Marabelle smiled.

  “I want you to know, Homer, I’ve changed. I’ve matured. I don’t play those silly little games anymore and I certainly don’t want to be sent away. But Homer; do you really think that girl would even give you the time of day? Wake up and look in the mirror! You’d make Frankenstein look good.”

  With that, Marabelle turned on her heal, stuck her nose in the air, and went off to her room to come up with a plan. But the real reason Marabelle was smiling, and a little bit excited, was Skye wasn’t the only new girl in town. Oh, what joy . . . what fun! Oh yes, she had a lot of thinking to do.

  Homer was still standing downstairs, looking across the street, waiting for Skye to make another appearance. Maybe there was something he could do for Mrs. Davis. He turned and walked into the downstairs washroom, looked in the mirror, added a little water to his hair, took out his comb and slicked down his hair.

  “Okay, so I’m not the Todd Kane of Parkerville,” he said with a grin, “but darn it, I’m not that bad . . . no, not bad at all.” Homer saw an image in the mirror no other mortal could possibly see. “And I’ve got to admit,” he said with a grimace, “I’m real glad that Keaton guy doesn’t live on our street!”

  Marabelle was lying on her bed, with arms folded across her chest, which was no small feat, looking up at her ceiling for some inspiration.

  On the ceiling of Marabelle’s room, she had written out motivational statements like:

  Get Even at All Costs

  Tomorrow is Another Day to Make Someone Pay

  Make Them Think You Like Them

  Make Them Think You’re a Nice Person

  And her personal favorite . . . I’ll Get You, My Pretty.

  Her mother told people that Marabelle was the only child that cried when the witch melted in The Wizard of Oz.

  There were quite a few other inspiring words to live by, but she soon found the ones she thought were appropriate for this situation.

  There was a commotion outside, so she got up and went to her window. She heard the front door slam and watched her brother slowly trudge across the street to the Davis’ house, looking somewhat like a young dinosaur. She got a chair and pulled it over to her window, she had to see this! She honestly loved to see her big brother make of a fool of himself, which happened almost daily. She never got bored with it and it was better than watching TV.

  Mr. Kane was walking up the driveway along with Homer. They went to the backdoor and Mrs. Davis came out, along with Skye. They made their introductions and Mrs. Davis handed Mr. Kane something. She couldn’t quite make it out. He waved goodbye and walked over to the car.

  “Oh, what a nice man he is! He’s going to take the car back for Mrs. Davis.” Marabelle rested her chin on her clenched fists and dreamily looked at Mr. Kane. “Just the kind of father Todd would have,” Marabelle murmured with a sigh. “Ooh, that Todd, someday he’ll be mine. He really has no choice!”

  Homer was still there when Mr. Kane pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street. He was acting like an idiot as usual. He grabbed Skye’s hand and pulled her over to the picnic table as she looked helplessly at her aunt.

  “Oh, I wish I could hear what they’re saying,” Marabelle ranted. But wait! The bushes moved. Of course, she’d know everything very soon.

  “Well, Skye . . . err . . . Miss Skye . . . err . . . what should I call you?” Homer stuttered.

  “Just Skye is fine, Homer,”

  Homer sat quietly, while Skye told him where she was from, that she would be a junior this year at P’ville High, and what she’d seen so far of the town, she really liked. She then quietly excused herself and managed to retrieve her hand. She said she thought maybe her aunt needed some help and she still had to unpack.

  Homer smiled sweetly, got up, and said he’d see her later and how happy he was to meet her. He backed down the driveway, hating to stop looking at her.

  Skye walked into the kitchen and collapsed into a chair. Her aunt was just pouring tea into two cups, trying desperately not to laugh. She knew Homer was totally harmless.

  “Skye, dear, Homer means well. He likes people and wants everyone to like him, so don’t take him too seriously.” She placed a cup of tea in front of her niece and sat down.

  “He seems like a nice young man, but he’s . . . oh, I’ve got to pray he just wants to be a neighbor and a friend, nothing more!”

  Sara smiled at her niece. What more could she do? She hoped Homer wouldn’t be a problem, either.

  “Skye, just give this town a chance and give yourself a chance to kind of grow into it. You’ve got a lot to discover about yourself and I’m here to help you. You’re exactly where you should be. Now, why don’t you go up to your new room and make it yours.”

  “Yeah, I think I’ll just do that.”

  Skye got up and practically bounced out of the kitchen and up to her room. Soon Sara would hear familiar sounds coming from upstairs. Skye had turned on the radio in her room and soon Stop, in the Name of Love was resonating off the walls.

  “I’ve missed that.” Sara said with a smile, as she got up from the kitchen table and placed the cups in the sink.

  Todd

  Driving out of Marshall City, toward the campgrounds, Todd’s mind was on everything but camping. He looked in the rear view mirror, as Chris just sat with his arms crossed, looking anything but happy.

  Finally Chris broke the silence. “Hey, man, I think Sara Davis and her niece have been out of sight for the past half hour, why do you keep looking in the rearview mirror? Afraid cowman is following us?”

  “No, I saw him turn off toward Bright Springs. Didn’t you hear the spinout, when he turned that truck of his around? That big hay stack was fuming!”

  “So what’s the deal, man? What’s got i
nto you all of a sudden?”

  Oh, I don’t know, camping doesn’t sound so great anymore. Are you sure you still want to go?” Todd asked, hoping Chris had changed his mind too.”

  Chris let out a sigh as he looked over at Todd, who was now driving intently and trying to concentrate.

  “Well, buddy, it looks like you met the girl of your dreams today. She might have been the girl of my dreams, if I’d had half a chance. You were a goner as soon as you saw her, that’s for sure, and I caught the look in her eyes when she got a load of you. So, it looks as if fate has brought you two together.”

  “First of all, she’s not the girl of my dreams. Laura was, but she left without even saying goodbye. I could see the happiness in Sara’s eyes, when she hugged Skye. She does look a lot like her cousin. Maybe Sara will begin to live again, now that her niece is here and she has someone to take care of.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean. I still wonder why Laura just took off like that, without telling anyone, but now you have Skye.”

  “Hey, wait a minute, I just met her. I’m not sure I want to get involved with anyone right now. We’re getting ready to start college. I don’t need that kind of distraction . . . you dig?”

  Chris stifled a chuckle. “Yeah, I dig. You know, you’re right; I’m not in a camping mood anymore, either. Let’s turn back.”

  Todd pulled off the road, sat there for a moment without saying anything, then made a U-turn and headed back to Parkerville.

  “I don’t want to sound like a coward or anything, but would you mind if I spent the night at your house? My folks are expecting us to be camping anyway and if that offer’s still good for me to move in with you for a while, I’m all for that, too.”

  Todd had to laugh, “Let’s just see how things go. I’m not making any promises, but I am thinking I’ll let Skye get settled in before I mosey on down the street tomorrow and give her a real Parkerville welcome.

  “Oh, yeah, I thought you weren’t going to get involved with anyone right now . . . what changed?”

  “Nothing’s changed. I’m just curious. I’d like to get to know her, at least a little. You’ve got to admit, we don’t get many new faces in Parkerville.

  “Yeah, and some of them can be downright ugly.”

  It was a bit of a jaunt back to Parkerville, so they both kind of kicked back and tried to enjoy the ride. Both were quiet and deep in thought.

  “Hey, Todd, by now my mom would have notified yours about our new house quest. I don’t want anyone to think I’m trying to avoid it . . . I mean her.”

  “Don’t worry; no one knows we’ve already seen the enchanting Cassie Evans. Mom won’t mind a bit if you spend the night. She’ll be happy to have us right where she can keep her eye on us.”

  Todd’s mother, Margie, was a petite, pretty woman, with pale blue eyes and curly brown hair. She was part of the perm group at the Beauty Box Hair Salon. At this point in life, the bane of her existence was her weight. She was rather plump and had tried every diet known to mankind, but her family only saw her as beautiful.

  Teddy was a bit of a bookworm, although he enjoyed finding ways to tease his big brother. He was thirteen, and at this stage in life, had absolutely no use for girls. He had been noticing a change in Geri Keaton lately, but she was a bit too popular. When he decided he was ready for a girl, he’d look for someone like himself, intelligent and just a little shy.

  Todd was more outgoing than his little brother. He was more like his father. He always felt he was straightforward and honest, and might be a lawyer or maybe a doctor one day. He hadn’t quite decided. He was popular with the girls and he had his share chasing after him. But the one girl who really gave him the creeps, causing chills to run up his back, was Marabelle Fludge! She’s been after him ever since they let her out.

  Todd and Chris turned down Honeysuckle and drove into the Kane driveway. Todd’s dad was cleaning up the barbecue for the big weekend picnic. The Kane’s were known for their barbecue chicken and they had a lot to cook for the big day.

  “Hey, pop, need some help?”

  “So, boys, what happened to the camping trip?”

  “Guess we just weren’t up to it. It kind of fizzled,” Todd said, looking down at his feet.

  “Yeah, especially when your son here caught sight of Mrs. Davis’ niece, Skye,” Chris had to add.

  “Oh, yeah, that pretty little thing,” Budd Kane began, “she’s a real nice girl, just like her aunt.”

  “You mean . . . wait a minute . . . you mean, you’ve seen her? You met her, Dad? When did you meet her?”

  “Oh, a little while ago. I thought I’d go over to Sara’s and see if I could help them with the luggage, carry it upstairs for them. As it happened, they didn’t really need any help in that department, so I offered to take the car back to the garage. Sara was grateful for that. She’s got her hands full now, and lovin’ every minute of it. Hey, Chris, I hear you’ve got a new addition to your house, too. Have you met her yet?”

  “Not formally, Mr. Kane, you might say we just caught a glimpse of her . . . from a distance. And I’d like to keep it that way,” Chris said, this last part under his breath, and followed Todd up the steps and into the Kane's kitchen.

  Todd's mom was busy slopping barbecue sauce over a large rack of chicken legs. The big pot was on the stove boiling potatoes for Margie Kane’s famous potato salad. She looked up and smiled as her oldest walked into the kitchen. It just made her feel like her family was safe and secure, when they were all accounted for. She smirked a little when she saw them.

  “Well, look whose back! Hello, boys, how are the two best looking boys in town? I thought you were going to give the girls a rest and go off into the wilderness . . . to do whatever a man’s gotta do, when he has to do it?”

  “We changed our minds, Mrs. Kane,” Chris answered.

  “Hey, Mom, we’re kind of hungry, got anything to eat?” Todd started to rummage through the refrigerator.

  Margie grinned and continued to add sauce to the chicken as she stirred things up a bit.

  “Oh, really, could that pretty little Skye Mackenna have anything to do with changing your minds? Okay, which one of you is it?”

  Chris lazily sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and crossed his legs, as he addressed the question.

  “Well, I can assure you, Mrs. Kane, it isn’t me. Not that I even had a chance. When this boy of yours caught sight of that girl, it was all over.”

  Todd hit his head, ducking out of the refrigerator. He looked at his mom and in an incredulous voice confronted her.

  “Wait a minute, you’ve met her, too? Oh, why am I surprised? The women on this street must have cornered her the minute she pulled into the driveway. Ah, Mom, how could you. What’s she gonna think?”

  “Well, son, I think she might think I was a nice, neighborly woman who just happened to drop by to welcome her to Parkerville. By the way, how did you two happen to meet her before anyone else in town?”

  Todd looked at his mom with a sheepish grin. He could never keep anything from his mother.

  “Oh, well, I guess we just happened to be in the right place at the right time . . . that’s all. I think we’ll go back outside and see if Dad needs any help. Come on Chris, and wipe that grin off your face.”

  Chris got up from his chair and followed Todd out the door. Todd’s dad was in the garage hunting around for something, as Todd started walking down the driveway toward the street, with Chris following. Todd looked back at Chris and complained, “What are you, my shadow?”

  “Why, Todd, I thought we were going to help your dad? Did you change your mind, or do you have someone else on it?”

  Todd stopped, turned around and said, “Your right, Chris, let’s see what we can do to help Dad, or better yet, let’s get the sleeping bags out of the truck and sleep outside tonight. It’s warm enough and I do love sleeping out under the stars. How about it?”

  “Hey, sounds like a plan. Any excuse will
do, just as long as I don’t have to go home tonight. It will give me a chance to think up a good reason for not being there to meet that Cassie person.”

  They started getting their camping gear out of the truck. Todd knew someone was watching and listening to everything they said and did. As he lifted the sleeping bags out, and headed for the backyard, he said as much to the air as he did to the trees, “And no, Teddy, you can’t sleep outside tonight with us!”

  All they heard from behind one of the trees was, “Shoot!”

  It was beginning to get dark as Todd and Chris started to lay a ground cover down along with some blankets. They each got their sleeping bag and settled in for the night. Neither spoke. A soft evening wind was gently rustling the leaves on the old maple tree in the back yard. It was a beautiful, peaceful night.

  Todd looked down the backyards of his neighbors’ houses, and for the first time noticed a light on in one of the bedrooms upstairs in Mrs. Davis’ house. His heart seemed to stop for an instant. There was the shadow of someone pulling the blinds down and then the light went off. He wondered if that could be her room. He hadn’t realized the Davis house, was only four houses away from his. Well, why should he? There was really no reason before.

  They both snuggled down into their bags, staring up at the stars. Todd put his hands behind his head and sighed.

  “Chris, I’ve been thinking, knock-out or not, I really don’t want to get serious about anyone. Yeah, she’s a great looking girl, but I’ve seen plenty of good-looking girls in my time. Okay, she seems to be something really special, in fact, she reminds me of . . .”

  “Laura,” Chris said, “Yeah, I know.”

  “Well, I’m not falling for her, no matter what.”

  Hey, buddy, who are you trying so hard to convince . . . me or yourself?” Chris said, as he turned over, ready to go to sleep and then decided on a summation for his best friend.

  “Todd, you’re scared to death. Now, let’s go to sleep.

  The Rules

  The Keaton’s were affluent, and their grace and style showed in every detail of their home and its furnishings. Marion Keaton was the sole decorator, as she would never entrust the decorating of her domain to any other mere mortal. Her countless magazine subscriptions kept her up-to-date on all the new ideas in interior design, and she was not one to ever fall behind in her commitment to having one of the finest homes in Parkerville.

  It was Saturday morning, September 4th, 1965, the weekend before the first day of school. This was one of the busiest shopping days of the year.

  Normally, Marion and Geri would ride the bus into the city to see if anything new had arrived for her first-day outfit. Geri knew exactly what she wanted and she also knew she had to leave early to beat out her friends for that perfect outfit. But this year would have to be different, since Cassie’s room had to be decorated this weekend, and time was of the essence.

  “Good heavens, the day’s going to be over before we know it,” Marion sounded worried as she finished scrambling the breakfast eggs. “Everyone help yourselves, the foods on the table.”

  Geri slumped into one of the chairs rubbing her eyes.

  “Why can’t we just go for an hour or so before Cassie wakes up? Her room isn’t going anywhere and she might really want to sleep in. We could even pick her up something nice while we’re out shopping for me.”

  Marion wasn’t listening. She was used to Geri’s complaining and was an expert at tuning her out.

  “Geri go up and see if Cassie’s getting dressed. I hope she slept all right. I know that room still has a masculine feel to it. I can’t wait to get downtown to pick out her color scheme.”

  Geri didn’t budge.

  “It’s not even 7:30. I know I wouldn’t want to get up this early, if I didn’t have to. Why don’t we let her sleep in this morning and take her shopping later this afternoon? She’s probably really tired and hoping we’ll leave her alone for a while.”

  Marion sighed.

  “You know I’m right, Mom. I’ll go up and tell her she can rest this morning, and we’ll be back about twelve.”

  “Geri, do what I asked you to do!”

  “Alright! Alright!” Geri yelled, as she walked down the hall and slowly began climbing the stairs, counting each step out loud, so Cassie would know she was coming.

  “Time for everybody to get up!” she yelled when she finally reached the top. She stood and stared at the door in front of her. “And I was so excited about her coming,” she said under her breath. “Now she’s going to ruin everything.”

  Geri was beginning to feel a little jealous, since she never had to share her mother with anyone before. Chris didn’t count, he was a guy and he didn’t care about shopping.

  “Well, I did what I was told,” she laughed to herself. And with her mission accomplished, she bolted back down the stairs.

  Cassie was just waking up when she heard Geri. “Oh, no,” she moaned, “It’s not a dream.” She sat up and looked around.

  Not a bad room, it has some real possibilities, and I do love the bay window.”

  Her room faced the front of the house and caught the shade of the big oak tree in the front yard. She walked over and sat on the cushion in the window, to get a better look at what was happening in the world below.

  At the bottom of the tree, there was a white, wrought iron bench wrapped around its base. The yard looked more like a garden. She could easily imagine the floral spectacle summer had witnessed, but now only marigolds and impatiens still bloomed. She could see the sidewalk and the street on the other side of the fence. She opened the window and smelled the sweet fragrance of the flowers.

  She could hear the sounds of nature . . . birds rustling the tree leaves, children laughing in the distance, but something was missing. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was definitely different.

  She went back to the bed and looked for an alarm clock. She was puzzled.

  I know I heard an alarm go off. Oh, well, I’d better get dressed and face all of this. I’ve already made a complete fool of myself at the train station, but I hope things get better.

  Justin was seated at the table in the kitchen drinking his morning coffee.

  “I just don’t understand Chris. You would think he would have wanted to go with us to pick up Cassie.” He stopped to make sure his wife was listening. “Do you know why he decided to leave so early for this camping trip?”

  “Well, dear, he’s your son,” Marion quipped, paying little attention to him. “I wonder if she’ll like something floral. She seems like such a sweet little thing.”

  “I hope they get rained out,” said Justin, slamming his hand on the table. “I listened to the weather for the counties outside of Parkerville and they called for rain all afternoon. So, we’re also going to get a little shower here, too. The grass is getting a little too dry.”

  “Rain?” Marion broke in, “Did you say it was going to rain?”

  Just then, Cassie appeared in the doorway.

  “Good morning,” she offered in a half-whisper.

  “Oh, good morning, Cassie,” Marion said with a smile, as she pulled a chair out for her. “Did you sleep, well?”

  “Yes, I did,” Cassie, said a little surprised. “I felt terrible yesterday, but now I feel fine. It’s like my allergies have all gone away.”

  “Wonderful,” Marion said, glancing over at her husband. “We have a fun day of shopping planned for you.”

  Justin smiled at Marion and added, “You are planning to talk to her before your trip into town, I hope.”

  “Well, of course, Justin,” she said hesitantly, “I know what I have to do.” Marion was becoming a little uncomfortable. She never had to explain the rules of the town to anyone before. Most people grew up in Parkerville and this was the only way of life any of them knew. Strangers were seldom invited to live there.

  Cassie slumped in her chair a
little. Good grief, what’s this all about?

  Marion could see a twinge of anxiety creeping across Cassie’s face. “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry. There are just some silly old rules the town has, I need to tell you about.”

  Justin glared at her.

  “I didn’t mean they were silly,” labored Marion. “Just old . . . I mean . . . different.” Marion laughed nervously. Geri was beginning to giggle. “Oh, good heavens,” Marion said in desperation, “just enjoy your breakfast and we’ll have a nice little talk before we go.”

  Breakfast was far from enjoyed. Marion paced, Justin continued to glare, Geri kept giggling, and Cassie couldn’t help but worry. Rules? What kind of rules?

  When they were finished, Marion left the cleaning-up to Geri and motioned Cassie into the den.

  “Let’s get comfortable and I’ll tell you about our founding father, Pastor Parker.” She took Cassie back to 1865 and told the story of the beginning of Parkerville, and what made it just a little bit different from every other town.

  “Mr. Parker longed for a happy, carefree place to raise his family. Life was becoming so hard, due to all the violence and lack of morality running so rampant in the city. So he decided to start over and took his family far away from the fear and devastation they had lived with for so long. There were twelve families in all who made the journey, to finally settle here in this beautiful valley. We refer to them as the Tenacious Twelve and since Mr. Parker was their leader, they named our town Parkerville. Then in time, certain rules were laid down that would be followed for generations.

  Mr. Parker felt it wasn’t the place for a woman to chase after a man. After all, he was the breadwinner and protector. He wanted the man to be able to make the choice . . . not the woman. But, he wanted to give the woman a way out, if she was clever.

  After the rules were laid down, one of the provisions Mr. Parker made was a rule could only be changed by a majority vote by the Council of Keepers. He was a very intelligent man and had great vision for our future, but he was also aware that after a time, some of his rules might have to be altered along with the natural changes of society.” She paused. “For example, in the beginning, there was no set age for a girl to get married, but a boy had to be at least sixteen years old.”

  Marion let out a little laugh, “As you can see, that would be unheard of in this day and age.” She paused again to see Cassie’s reaction.

  “I certainly agree.” Cassie half smiled, still looking a little confused.

  “Well,” Marion smiled back, “It was decided that by age eighteen, a boy would be out of high school and either beginning a technical career or studying his chosen career in college. He would be more mature, which is necessary to take care of a wife and provide for a family. In other words, he would finally be considered a man.” She paused again. “On the other hand, girls mature faster than boys, so their age was set at sixteen.

  Now here in Parkerville we have the Chase. During certain times of the day, if an eligible girl is unprotected, meaning out in the open, she can be caught by one of the young men in town who is looking for a bride.”

  “What do you mean by caught?” Cassie broke in.

  “What I mean is . . . well, let’s use you as an example,” Marion began fidgeting in her chair. “If you are outside, let’s say about 10:00 a.m., and an unmarried man catches you, he would seal the catch with a kiss and remove your eligibility bracelet. You would both then go before the Council of Keepers, where they record the catch and an announcement is sent out to the citizens of Parkerville. After you are both counseled by the Keepers, your husband-to-be returns the bracelet to your wrist and locks it. After your wedding, the bracelet is removed.”

  Marion reached into her pocket and pulled out a pretty, gold chain-link bracelet with a mother-of-pearl oval stone in the center.

  Cassie was stunned. Oh, no, this isn’t going to happen. I’m not wearing that stupid bracelet and I’m certainly not marrying any of those creepy boys in this town. Yeah, I’ll be out of here as soon as I can.

  Suddenly, the silence in the room was broken by Geri, who came bounding in announcing it was now 8:30 and wasn’t it about time they were leaving. There was no reply. Geri could see Cassie seated in one of the over-stuffed armchairs, her mouth agape, staring at the bracelet, which was dangling from her mother’s hand.

  “Oops! Sorry, I guess my timing isn’t very good.”

  “Geri, I think we will need a little more time to talk,” said Marion, keeping her eyes on Cassie’s face. Geri was silent, since she knew this wasn’t the time for her to be acting cute. She backed out of the door and softly closed it.

  Cassie finally exploded, “You have got to be kidding!”

  “No, Cassie, I’m not. Please let me explain this a little more. You see, there are only certain times of the day . . .”

  “No, let me get this straight,” shouted Cassie. “I can be outside minding my own business and some guy can come up to me . . . grab me . . . kiss me . . . and I have to marry him?”

  “Cassie, please, I know you’ve had a lot of trauma in your life recently, and I’m not trying to upset you. I just have to explain how we live here.”

  “Well, it sounds pretty stupid to me,” she fumed, “but then, I don’t really live here, do I? So, I shouldn’t have to learn all these ridiculous rules.”

  Marion was silent for a while; hoping Cassie would start to calm down.

  “You do live in Parkerville now. That may change when you turn eighteen and that will be your choice, but for now, you live with us. It’s the law. I know this is very difficult for you and it will take some time for you to feel comfortable here, but for your own good, please let me finish.”

  Cassie let out a sigh and sat back in the chair, turning her eyes to the ceiling and muttered, “Go on.”

  “Okay, now let me explain about this bracelet.” She handed the offensive piece of jewelry to Cassie. “As you can see, your name is inscribed above the oval and your eligibility date, October 3rd, is underneath.”

  “Why October 3rd?”

  “It was determined that any girl new to our town, who was of age, would need at least one month to become acclimated to the rules.” Marion watched as Cassie studied the bracelet. “Your bracelet will be a little different from the other girls, since you’re an orphan. Your bracelet will be like the one I wore. The other girls will wear the design their family’s agreed upon.”

  Cassie sat handling the bracelet, with a look of pure defiance written on her face.

  “I would really like you to put the bracelet on now, Cassie.”

  Cassie shrugged her shoulders and did as she was told. She didn’t know what else to do. Inside her mind she was screaming, no, no, you can’t make me do this, but deep down she knew she had no choice.

  “Alright, I’m wearing the bracelet. Now, how do I keep from getting married?”

  Marion felt a sense of relief. The worst part was behind her and now she could get this over with. Marion stood up. She felt numb sitting in her straight-backed chair. Daylight was beginning to pour into the room and she turned the overhead light off. As she adjusted the blinds, she started to tell Cassie about the alarms.

  “I don’t know if you were aware of it, but an alarm went off this morning at 7:00 a.m.”

  “Oh, yeah,” said Cassie, “I knew I’d heard something.”

  “Well, that was the all-clear alarm. It lasted for about 15 seconds and it has one even tone. The regular alarm has a rhythmic sound to it. It also runs for about 15 seconds.”

  Marion walked back to her chair and sat down. She pulled a laminated card from her pocket and began to read:

  “The chase alarms go off at 9:00 a.m., 2:00 p.m., and 9:00 p.m. The all-clear alarms go off at 7:00 a.m., 11:00 a.m., and 4:00 p.m. This means you have safe-time from 7:00-9:00 in the morning, 11:00-2:00 in the afternoon, and 4:00-9:00 in the evening.” Marion looked up at Cassie and smiled.

  “Now we’ll go over the most imp
ortant times. The chase times are from 9:00-11:00 in the morning, 2:00-4:00 in the afternoon, and all evening from 9:00 p.m. until 7:00 a.m.” Marion gave the card to Cassie. “You’d better keep this with you and memorize it.”

  Cassie stared at the card for a few minutes, shaking her head. “I really can’t believe this is happening,” she paused. “How do I protect myself? What if someone really horrible catches me? What can I do about it? What if someone breaks into my room? What about school? What if I want to go outside to eat lunch? Can some guy chase me down, while I’m sitting on the bleachers?”

  “Cassie! Please calm down a little,” Marion broke in, trying not to laugh. “I know you have a lot of questions and I’ll try and answer them. First of all, you can only be caught if you are unprotected . . . meaning out in the open, but not on school grounds. You are always safe during school hours, but only within the limits of the school grounds. And, of course, you are always safe on your own property. You’re also safe when you visit a friend on their property, as long as you have permission to be there.

  There is some sense to this, you know. Anytime you are outside under a roof, for example, in a car or even on an open porch with a roof. You are perfectly safe. You just have to be aware of when the alarms are going to go off and make sure you are under the nearest roof. The rules are very simple; Cassie, but you must also remember when your month of training is over, you will be solely responsible for whatever happens to you. I’ll be quizzing you over the next few weeks, so please stay alert.”

  “So, what you’re saying is, no one goes out on dates in this town . . . they just get married?”

  “No, we designated Saturday’s and Sundays as safe times. Saturdays are also date times. We also allow dates on weeknights, but by permission only.”

  “Sounds like fun,” Cassie said sarcastically.

  “In a couple of days you will see this is the way it is here and accept it,” Marion began, “Then you will be able to realize just how much control you have over this situation.” She paused and gave Cassie a smile, “Dear, you are a very smart young woman and I imagine you will have a lot of fun with this, once you’ve figured it out.”

  Marion stood up and motioned that Cassie should do the same.

  “It’s getting late and we have a lot of shopping to do. Today will be your first day of training, so let’s grab a sweater and walk downtown.”

  Carol Jean

  A gentle breeze was softly blowing and tiny wisps of Skye’s hair were dancing across her face. She hadn’t opened her eyes yet, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. There was silence, a stillness that seemed completely unnatural. There was no screaming and yelling. No crying. There was no barnyard smells wafting through the room, which invariably left her with no appetite. No little bodies pouncing on her and urging her to get up . . . no, this was heaven.

  Skye smiled. She was in her Aunt Sara’s house, in her own room. When she opened her eyes, she would be looking up at a beautiful white lace canopy. When she got out of bed, her feet would not be touching a cold linoleum floor, but deep pale pink carpeting, cushioning them. She felt a twinge of guilt for about one second, and then she yawned and stretched, thoroughly enjoying the peace.

  Sara quietly opened her door and peered in.

  “Good morning, sleepy head, the morning’s nearly over. Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

  Skye sat up and gave her aunt a sleepy smile. She gathered the covers around her legs and propped her chin on her knees. In a drowsy voice she said, “Good morning. I haven’t had such a good night’s sleep, on a more comfortable bed, in a very long time.”

  Sara was so happy her niece felt at home. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and gave Skye a big hug.

  “Skye, sweetheart, you have no idea how wonderful it was to wake up this morning and know I wasn’t alone. That there was someone I could make breakfast for again. Honey, I love having you here.”

  Skye sniffed the air and said, “You know, this is the first morning I can remember truly being hungry! Farm smells have never agreed with me and despite what my sister kept insisting, I never got use to it!”

  Sara got up off the bed, headed for the door, smiling back at her niece.

  “Well, Skye, get dressed and come down and have some breakfast . . . the works! We’ve got lots to do today, you know. I want to take you into town to the square and see what we can find for your first day outfit.”

  “That sounds really wonderful, Aunt Sara, thank you. I haven’t really had a new outfit in a long time. I didn’t pack very much, since I thought I’d only be here for a couple of weeks, but once my things arrive, I should be fine. I’ve already made a few skirts to start school and all I really need are a couple of sweaters to go with them. Oh, and maybe if there’s a fabric shop in town, I could find some material to make a blouse or two.

  “Well, that just won’t do. You’re my niece and I know you had to watch every penny while you lived with your sister, and I am quite sure you enjoyed making your own clothes, but there’s really no need for that now.

  Skye, we . . . and I emphasize; we have no money problems. None at all! Now, you keep your money to have fun with and we’ll go shopping today for your new clothes. I’m going to enjoy every minute of it. And if we get tired, we’ll take a break and I’ll buy you a burger at H’ours. And, I don’t want to hear another word on the subject. Is that understood?”

  Skye smiled and nodded.

  ***

  After breakfast, Skye started clearing the table and helping with the dishes, but Sara wouldn’t hear of it.

  “Leave the dishes for me, sweetie, and go outside and get some fresh air.”

  “Hey, can I get this thing wet? I mean how delicate is it?” Skye asked twirling around the bangle bracelet her aunt had given her the night before.

  “Yes, you can get it wet, dirty, hot, cold . . . whatever. You can’t hurt it, so don’t worry.”

  Skye walked outside and sat down on one of the lawn chairs. She sat thinking about this wonderful life change she was experiencing, and hoping and praying it wasn’t just a dream. She was a little scared she would wake up and be back on the farm.

  The sun was very bright so she pulled out her sunglasses, all the while knowing she was being watched. She had no doubt Marabelle was watching her from the upstairs window across the street and somewhere her big brother probably was lurking somewhere, too. But this new person was in the bushes a few feet from her. She looked at her bracelet again and twirled it around, watching the sun dance on the smooth gold band. October 3rd was engraved on it . . . that was the deadline. “Strange town, very strange,” she muttered to herself.

  “Not so strange,” a voice rang out from the bushes.

  Skye jumped up in surprise, “Uh, is someone there?”

  “Yeah, I’m here.” Out from the bushes came a lanky girl, wiping dead leaves from her dress and dirt from her knees. She came forward with her hand out and said, “Hi, I’m Carol Jean Myers from next door. You must be Skye Mackenna from Bright Springs, right?”

  Skye stared at the girl, a little perplexed. She’d completely lost her train of thought, but she smiled and confronted her with, “Yes, that’s right. You probably know more about me than I do. I mean, you’ve been watching me, along with everyone else, since my aunt brought me here. Am I right?”

  Now it was Carol Jean’s turn to be perplexed. She hadn’t expected this kind of retort, but then she found her courage.

  “Well, if you think the whole town is just going to stand still while you become accustomed to the rules here, or think you’re so special everyone stops what they’re doing, you’ve got another think comin’, missy!”

  Skye sat back down in the chair, thinking better of this girl and not wanting to start off on the wrong foot. She apologized.

  “Look, I’m sorry, Carol Jean, I didn’t mean t
o attack you like that. Everything is so new to me and there’s so much to learn. I can hardly take it all in. My aunt just explained the rules and everything to me last night. I’m sorry if I offended you or your town.”

  Carol Jean plopped herself down in the chair next to Skye. She smiled and said, “Oh, that’s alright. I guess I kind of startled you, coming out of the bushes like that. It’s not exactly the proper way to meet someone, but I had to find out what kind of a person you were first. I mean maybe I wouldn’t like you enough to even want to meet you.”

  Skye smiled. “Well, are you glad to meet me or was it a wrong move on your part?”

  Carol Jean jumped out of the chair and stood in front of Skye. She put out her hand, “I am very glad to meet you and I hope you will enjoy living here, but whatever you do, stay away from Marabelle Fludge!”

  At that moment, a cold chill seemed to run through them both. Then Skye looked over at a bedroom window, where a curtain just closed. She was the first to speak, “Did you feel that?”

  Carol Jean looked across the street at the same window and whispered back to Skye, “I always feel that when I say her name, or for that matter, when anyone says her name.”

  Skye couldn’t help but notice a strange looking black scarf around Carol Jean's right wrist. "Oh, I'm sorry, Carol Jean, did someone in your family die?"

  Carol Jean stared at Skye with a questioning look. "Why on earth would you think that?"

  "Well, you have a black scarf on your wrist and I just assumed . . ."

  "Heaven's no, I just don't like this shackle we all have to wear, so I cover it with black. The other girls wear flowery, flashy wrist scarves, but I prefer to let everyone know just how I feel about it." Then, in just about the same breath, she said, “Oh, let’s talk about something nicer . . . something fun. Is your aunt going to take you shopping for clothes?”

  Skye brightened. The cold chill had vanished at the thought of going shopping. “Yes, she is. We’re going today to a place called the Square. I’m a little excited, as normally I make most of my clothes. My sewing machine should arrive soon, with the rest of my things, so I was prepared to only look for material.”

  Carol Jean looked at Skye like she was an alien from another planet. She bit her lip, trying to hide a smile when she said, “I’ve never known a teenager who made her own clothes. I guess you must be very talented.” She was trying desperately not to insult Skye. “Where did you grow up?”

  Skye gave her a puzzled look and answered, “Well, I lived with my sister and her husband on their farm after my dad died. They really wanted me to live with them, so I moved in. I was only ten, but it seemed like forever.”

  “Well, that explains why you can sew. I know a few farm girls at school who make their own clothes. They’re really very nice.” Carol Jean changed the subject, “Gosh, wait until the guys at school see you. I’m sure you’ll have lots of dates. By the way, have you had a chance to meet any guys yet? I mean outside of Homer.”

  Skye leaned back in her chair and said, “Well, I did meet a couple of guys yesterday, when I first came into Marshall City . . . two really good-looking guys. One was Chris and the other Todd,” as she whispered his last name.

  Carol Jean looked at Skye with a little grin on her face. It was so hard to hide the glee in her voice.

  “You met Todd . . . Todd Kane?” She asked this as she looked over at the upstairs window across the street. The shadow was back in the window. She was watching and probably couldn’t wait to hear this conversation.

  Skye tried to hide her feelings as she nonchalantly replied, “Yes, like I said, I met Todd and the other one, Chris. They were both very friendly and seemed to know my aunt very well.”

  Carol Jean sounded exasperated and somewhat bored now. “Skye, everyone knows everyone here. The whole town knew who you were, way before you got here, and the other one, too. You will soon learn the residents of Parkerville know everything that’s going to happen, at least a week before it happens. Oh, it’s not like we’re nosey or anything, it’s just a need to know kind of thing. Because of what the town stands for, it’s necessary to know who’s moving here and who’s leaving, who’s sick and who died, and who’s getting married.” Carol Jean was up and walking back and forth in front of Skye with her hands clasped behind her. She felt very important at this point. She wanted Skye to be her friend, but she also loved the idea she was talking to one of the new people in town and kind of showing her the ropes.

  “You’ll get used to it,” Carol Jean encouraged, “please don’t worry about a thing. You can call me anytime . . . and I mean, any time.”

  Skye straightened up in her seat and smoothed the wrinkles in her skirt as she asked, “Carol Jean, what did you mean by the other one?”

  “Let me just tell you what I know. She came by train and is staying with the Keaton’s, a few streets north of us. Her name is Cassie Evans, and the Keaton’s are going to be her guardians from now on. I just happened to be passing by their house, which has ample bushes in the front, and I got a glimpse of her as she got out of the Keaton's car and walked up to the house. I like to have the advantage of seeing people before they see me. That way, I have the upper hand as to whether or not I want to make myself known. Unfortunately, she’s gorgeous, too, which goes against some of the rumors I’ve been hearing about her this morning. You know, it was bad enough with the other pretty girls in this town, but now, I really don’t have any chance. Not with the two of you around. Oh, well, you seem like a nice girl, it’s not your fault. You were born this way. I, myself, was born in the kennels.”

  Skye rolled her eyes and tried desperately not to smile at this, “What you are talking about? You have a pretty face. You just need to add a little makeup.”

  Carol Jean acted a little surprised. No one had ever given her a compliment . . . not ever. She kind of bit her lip as she gave a reply to Skye that even surprised her.

  “Look, I would like to believe I’m a straight forward, honest person. I look in the mirror every morning and I see whose there . . . me . . . just me. That’s all . . . see! I’m honest about it. I mean, I wouldn’t mind looking in the mirror some morning and see a face like yours looking back, but that’s not going to happen . . . ever. So anyway, let’s just be friends, Skye, and be honest with each other. Neither one of us will give the other one hope, if there’s none to be had, okay?”

  Sara came out the back door with her purse and called to Skye. She saw Carol Jean and waved. “Sorry to interrupt, Carol Jean, but Skye and I need to get downtown before the sun starts setting on this beautiful day.”

  Skye turned to Carol Jean, and with a warm smile said, “Gotta go now, but I am so glad I got to meet you. I want to thank you for filling me in on a few things. Maybe I’ll see you when I get back from shopping and we could talk some more then.”

  Skye and Sara walked down the sidewalk, headed for the square to do some shopping.

  The curtains parted in the upstairs bedroom across the street and then abruptly closed. Carol Jean was sitting on the picnic table in her back yard waiting for her to make an entrance. What she didn’t know was Carol Jean now had a real friend and she was not going to betray her . . . not for anyone.

  ***

  Down the street, at the Kane residence, Chris and Todd had just finished breakfast and were sitting on the front porch, facing the direction of the Davis’ house. They were discussing the two new girls in town.

  “You know, I’m not sure I like how I feel about Skye. I mean, I don’t know how to handle what I’m feeling about her. Am I making any sense?”

  “Yeah, I think I get it. We both like being in control, but as soon as you saw her, you lost it. Is that what you mean?” Chris leaned back on his chair and propped his feet on the porch banister, as Todd followed suit.

  “Yeah, I think you’re right. Hey, she’s not all that hot, I mean, I don’t know what on earth got into me. T
here are plenty of other babes out there.”

  Chris looked over at Todd with a big grin on his face. “You’re kidding me aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, I’m kidding. And when all the other guys in town see her, I’ll have to fight them all off.”

  “Good grief, she’s got thirty days. She just got here. You’ve got plenty of time, so don’t sweat it, man.”

  “Yeah, right, thirty days. Now that would be, uh . . . let’s see . . . today’s the . . .”

  “October 3rd, Todd, I already figured it out a while back.”

  “Oh, yeah, that’s right, there’s enough time to come up with some sort of plan. You got anything in mind?”

  “Yeah, Todd, I’m going to spend all day trying to come up with a plan so you can be with that awesome girl down the street, while I live here and watch the two of you make out on the porch. I don’t think so!”

  “Oh, come on, Chris, you’ve had your share of some pretty choice girls, don’t begrudge me this one. Besides, I saw her first and like you said, fate must have brought us together.”

  “I know, I know; I’m just feeling a little sorry for myself, so give me a break!”

  “Sorry, man, I guess I was just thinking about myself. What do you want to do today?”

  “Let’s take a walk downtown and talk about it.” Chris stood up and whispered to Todd, “I think Teddy crawled under the porch a few minutes ago.”

  Todd jumped out of his chair and both guys started stomping around on the porch. Poor Teddy came crawling out, his hair full of dirt and cobwebs.

  “Yeah, real funny, guys. Forgive me if I forget to laugh! Teddy yelled as he ran around to the back of the house.

  Shopping

  Marion and Cassie returned to the kitchen after their discussion of the town rules. Justin had been waiting patiently to see if Marion would need him for any moral support. She gave him a wink upon entering; assured him all was as well as could be expected. Cassie wasn’t smiling, but she was wearing the bracelet, so he decided to leave well enough alone.

  “Chris called about a half hour ago from Todd’s house,” related Justin. “I told him how disappointed we both were he didn’t go to the train station with us last night and asked him about this camping trip of theirs. I also told him I really wanted him to stay close to home this weekend. I was surprised how easily he agreed.” Justin smiled, but then shook his head, “Now he says the garage won’t do and he might move in with Todd. Do you understand any of this?”

  Marion leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I do understand he hasn’t seen Cassie yet.”

  Justin gave a little chuckle, “I know what you mean.”

  Geri was closest to the door and as she opened it, an alarm was just going off.

  Marion looked puzzled. “Is it 9 o’clock already? This whole weekend will be over before we even get started.” Marion looked over at Cassie. “Please grab those two umbrellas, dear. Justin said it’s going to rain today.”

  Cassie put one of the umbrellas in her canvas bag. The other, she handed to Geri once they were outside. Cassie began to feel more relaxed as she glanced around. She was on the small porch on the side of the house next to the driveway. She looked back at the garage and realized she hadn’t met the son yet.

  “How old is your brother, Geri? Is he close to my age?”

  “Yeah, he’s 18; you know, that dangerous age.” She gave her a devious look, “You better watch out, Cassie, he’s going to be after you.” With that said she skipped off the steps and started down the sidewalk. Cassie stood still, watching Geri’s long blond braids bounce up and down as she skipped farther away.

  A chill of excitement went through her.

  I wonder what he looks like. Mr. Keaton is really handsome, for a man in his forties. I’ll bet Chris takes after him. She stood there trying to picture him in her mind when Marion called her name.

  “Cassie, are you alright?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Cassie began, “I was just wondering if I’d be safe here on the porch. You know, because of the roof?”

  “That’s right, Cassie!” Marion beamed, “I knew you would catch on pretty quickly.”

  Yes, Cassie was catching on. I may stick around a little while, but it all depends if Chris is cute or as weird as this town.

  It was a pleasant walk downtown. There were trees everywhere. In fact, all the avenues were named after trees. The Keaton’s lived on Maple Avenue, which ran east and west. The streets running north and south were named after different flowers. Rose Street was only a couple of blocks from their house. When they arrived at the intersection, Marion pointed to the next cross street, which was named Lily.

  “If you turn right on Lily and go one more block, you’ll be able to see your new high school. We’ll try and walk back by there on our way home.”

  As they walked farther down Rose Street, Cassie could see the Grand Fountain, which designated the center of Town Square. Behind the fountain was a grand clock tower, a formidable structure. Marion explained again how important the clock tower was to the town.

  Children were riding their bikes and roller-skating all along the street, as mothers pushed their babies in strollers and carriages. Suddenly, Cassie realized what was so different . . . there weren’t any cars.

  “Why does everyone walk everywhere? Where I come from no one would even think about going anywhere without a car. I can’t even imagine mom and dad trying to go someplace . . .” Cassie’s voice trailed off.

  Marion quickly picked up the conversation.

  “We just feel our town is so beautiful that we should take the time to enjoy it. You’ll see just what I mean when we get to the square. There’s a special dress shop there I want you to see, not to mention all the other little shops hidden on the lanes around the square.”

  Cassie brightened up a little.

  “We’ll start at the design store to get your curtains, bedspread, and all the other trimmings.”

  Marion gave Cassie a smile and continued to tell her what to expect. “Most of the girls your age won’t be in town today. This is the last big shopping day before school and they like catching the 8:00 a.m. bus for the city. Outside of Parkerville the rules aren’t in effect, so they can do their shopping without any worries.” Marion had a dreamy look on her face as she let out a sigh, “Oh, to be young again. I can remember loving every minute of it.” She touched Cassie’s hand, “You’ll have lots of friends here, sweetie, I know all the girls and their mothers. I can’t wait until you meet them.”

  “Bet you don’t know all the farm girls, Mom,” Geri said, feeling a little miffed at not getting to go into the city. “There should be plenty of them in town today. They can’t really afford to go to the city.”

  Marion gave Geri a stern look. She was about to reprimand her, when she stopped cold in her tracks. “Oh, no, there’s that Edwards’ boy right in front of the shop where we need to go.” She looked very upset. “Why does he have to be there?”

  Geri turned around gleefully. “Oh, you’ve got to meet him, Cassie. He and Chris are always competing for something or other, and Chris hates his guts.”

  “Geraldine Marie!” Marion interrupted. “That’s not the way to talk.” She then looked at Cassie, “Chris and Joshua were classmates all through high school and each was better at different things.” She smiled. “Chris always beat poor Joshua for scholarships and in all the popularity contests.”

  “Yeah, but Joshua beat the tar out of Chris in all the sports. He ran circles around him in track,” Geri laughed. “They really hate each other.”

  “Now, that’s enough,” warned Marion, “we’re almost there.”

  Cassie could see him clearly now. He was tall and slim. He looked to be over six feet tall, with sun-streaked brown hair peeking out from underneath his western hat. His boots were covered with mud, which meant he had already worked the better part of the morning. He was in front of the stor
e, leaning against the banister of the porch.

  Whoa, he’s dreamy. Cassie thought to herself. I may have to stick around a little bit longer.

  Joshua was also aware of Cassie’s approach down Rose Street. There were very few secrets in this small town, especially the arrival of any new girls. He had heard the rumor Cassie wasn’t much to look at, but his distrust of Chris made him all the more curious to see for himself and his curiosity was about to pay off. He could tell from a distance, she was something special and figured the rumor was just Chris’ way of trying to deceive him. It was always exciting when the challenge involved his favorite nemesis . . . Christopher Keaton. He stood there waiting for just the right moment when he would confront her. He had it all planned out.

  Cassie knew Joshua was watching her and the rush of excitement she felt was very familiar. She was an expert at this type of flirting and she knew her part very well. She wouldn’t look straight at him until she was sure their eyes would meet, and then she would give him one of her shy little smiles. That usually got things started. They were nearly there now. Just a couple more steps . . .

  Raising her voice so anyone close could hear, Marion said, “I want to make an announcement. This is Cassie Evans, she is new to our town and she will not be eligible until the 3rd of October.” She then grabbed Cassie’s arm and dragged her into the shop, completely shattering Cassie’s fantasy. She was still reeling from this outburst as they walked up to the counter.

  “Hello, Mr. Johnson, this is the girl I was telling you about. This is Cassie.”

  Marion acted as if nothing unusual had happened. She smiled at Cassie and said, “I asked Mr. Johnson to have some samples ready for us to look at.” Marion then turned to face the storekeeper, “We’ll start with the wallpaper.”

  Cassie stood still, trying to comprehend what had just happened, when Geri brushed by her and whispered, “He’s a farm boy.”

  Now she was beginning to understand. So, Mrs. Keaton is prejudiced toward the farmers. That’s why Geri was saying those things on the way to town.

  Cassie turned to Marion to give her a piece of her mind. “How could you be so rude to that boy out there?”

  Marion just smiled at her. “I wasn’t being rude, sweetie, I was just doing what was necessary.” She gave her a pat on her shoulder. “You’ll understand as time goes on. I would have said the same thing to any young man standing out there.”

  Mr. Johnson produced a rather large book full of wallpaper samples. Marion and the two girls took a seat at a small table and sat down. “Okay, Cassie, let’s get started.”

  ***

  Skye and her aunt were also walking down the sidewalks of Parkerville, heading for their first shopping expedition.

  Sara asked Skye what she thought of Carol Jean.

  Skye just shrugged her shoulders, “She’s a nice enough girl, a little strange, but I see potential there . . . don’t you?”

  “Yes, Skye, I always have.”

  As they walked, Skye kept thinking about this other girl, whom Carol Jean mentioned. She finally realized, those two women on the bus were expecting a different girl.

  Hum, I wonder who they were looking for. They must have been looking for someone in particular, no; I know they were looking for someone in particular, another girl, on her way to Parkerville. I guess my eye color wasn’t right. Oh, well, I’ve seen stranger stuff than that.

  It was a little bit of a jaunt to the Town Square, but it was a perfect autumn day and Sara looked so proud walking down the street with her niece.

  They soon passed by a very large white house, with turrets and gables, but for all its beauty and splendor, it seemed quiet and lonely. Skye stopped to give it a hard, evaluating look. Sara also hung back and asked her inquisitive niece, "What's wrong?"

  Skye just stood and stared, then quietly said, "Don't look now, but we're being watched."

  Two ladies appeared at one of the full-length windows and motioned for them to come to the front door.

  Sara met their gaze, smiled, waved back, and held up her wrist with her right index finger tapped at her watch, to show the ladies they had a deadline to meet. Both ladies nodded and waved them on.

  They continued on and as soon as they were far enough away, Sara stopped for a moment. 

  "Skye, dear, most of the people in this town are very friendly and nice; however, when approaching the Baker’s house . . . walk by quickly and smile as you go."

  Skye was intrigued. "So, who are these Baker sisters?"

  Sara was sympathetic as she replied, "Well, the sisters are very eccentric, nosey ladies. They lost their sister, Lila, and their father years ago and they very seldom leave the house. All their groceries are delivered. Let's just say they have a very unnatural fear of the outdoors and leave it at that. Now, the reason we didn't accept their invitation was, if you dare to go in and sit down in their unusual living room, you will leave many hours later with a dazed look on your face. You see, they sometimes talk at the same time and always end up arguing with one another. They make you wish you'd never tried to be neighborly. And heaven forbid if their mother is awake, she's very controlling and demanding, and just a little scary."

  Skye couldn’t help but laugh at the picture her aunt had painted, but she had questions.

  “Did any of the sisters ever get caught, I mean, did any of them ever get married?”

  “Well, truth be known, I think both of them had suitors at one time but it seems their mother put that thought right out of their minds. They were attractive young women, but were never given much of a chance to be happy. Oh, come on, Skye, I think that’s enough talk of the Baker sisters. I’ve never really made it a point to get to know them all that well, but if you are really interested, ask Marion Keaton. She’s one of my best friends and has always been fascinated by the Baker sisters. She’s the only one I know of who can go into their house and stay more than a few minutes. You’ll meet the Keaton family in church tomorrow. I know you’ve already met Chris, he’s such a nice boy, and they also have a young lady living with them now, who came the same day you did, dear. Maybe you’ll get to be friends!”

  Skye smiled. Now, I’m a little intrigued. At least we are both in the same kind of crazy situation. “Sure, I would love to meet them and possibly the Kane family. Do they all go to the same church?”

  “Absolutely,” Sara chuckled.

  The Town Square was kept beautifully. Around the fountain, there were benches forming a circle, with newly planted fall mums in rustic reds, bright yellows, and vivid oranges. The small lawn that surrounded the square was perfectly manicured. It was beautiful with white wrought iron and ornamental lamps that towered above the fountain. Each night at dusk they automatically came on to surround the fountain waters with a soft romantic glow.

  Sara and Skye went into one of the dress shops, where a whole new world opened up to Skye. Town Square dress shops had all of the latest fashions. When Skye shopped with her sister, in the local stores in Bright Springs, it was hard to find any of the new fads. But in this town, she would be ready for whatever P’ville High had to offer.

  Joshua

  A couple of hours of room decorating were all Cassie could tolerate. She had seen every possible color combination imaginable and the final decisions were being made. Geri was about to die from boredom, so she started begging for food.

  “Mom, can Cassie and I go over to H’ours and get something to eat? I don’t think I can go on much longer.” She gave Marion one of her most forlorn looking faces. “We’ll just be about an hour or so and then we can meet you at the nursery. You don’t need us to help you pick out those bushes you want, do you?”

  Marion knew Geri well enough to realize she needed a break. After all, she had been pretty good most of the morning and she didn’t need the girls to help her pick out the plants for the backyard. r />
  “Alright, you and Cassie can go across the street and get something to eat, but try not to stay too long. We still have a lot of shopping to do.”

  Geri let out a little squeal of delight and pulled Cassie toward the door.

  “Geri, I expect you to take care of Cassie over there,” Marion yelled after them.

  “Sure, Mom, I know what to do,” Geri called back. She looked up at Cassie, “Now, we can have some fun.”

  As Cassie opened the door, she could see Joshua was still leaning against the banister. The only difference was some other young men had joined him. The two girls were met by a number of low, drawn out whistles. Geri let out another little squeal and started to giggle. She had never experienced this much attention before, and she was having the time of her life. She pranced around the porch, gushing about Cassie and scolding the boys for being so wicked.

  Cassie, on the other hand, was only interested in getting a better look at this farm boy Mrs. Keaton disapproved of. She didn’t get a close look at him before and now was her chance.

  “Hi, I’m Cassie,” she said, reaching out her hand. “But I guess you already know all about me.”

  Joshua nearly fell backwards over the banister. He straightened up and tipped his hat. “Well no, Miss Cassie, I’m not real sure about anything . . . except who I am.” He reached out and took her hand. “I’m Joshua Edwards, and it’s a pure pleasure to meet you.”

  They stood staring at each other as Geri rushed in and knocked their hands apart.

  “What exactly do you think you’re doing, Miss Cassie?” Geri yelled sarcastically. “You can’t do that!”

  The other boys took that as their cue to make some noise. With all the hooting and howling going on, Cassie decided it was time to leave, but not before the commotion drew Marion out of the shop.

  “What is going on out here?” Marion asked as she came through the door. Cassie already had one foot off the porch. “Cassie!” shouted Marion. “What time is it?”

  Cassie stopped, totally confused. “I don’t know,” she said, looking around for someone to help her. Just then the 11:00 a.m. alarm went off.

  Marion took a step toward her. “Do you realize you could have been caught just then? Don’t you realize these boys will do everything they can to make you forget about what time it is?”

  Cassie blushed bright red. “Oh, yeah,” she started, “but it doesn’t really matter yet, does it?”

  Marion sighed in frustration. “Cassie, you really have to take this seriously. I can’t be with you every second and you need to start taking care of yourself.” Marion just shook her head. “You’re safe now, dear, the all-clear has just gone off. You and Geri meet me at Irene’s Boutique in one hour . . . okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” was about all Cassie could think to mutter. She and Geri took off across the street, not wanting to hear any more lectures.

  Once they were gone, Joshua turned to Marion, tipping his hat.

  “I’ll make sure no harm comes to her, ma’am.” And off he walked, with a big smile on his face, right behind the girls.

  Marion was furious, but she knew she’d better leave it alone for now. Oh, good grief, what have I gotten myself into?

  Cassie reached for the door of H’our Burgers, but Joshua got there first.

  “Please allow me, Miss Cassie.” He opened the door for her and she gave him a smile in return.

  “Thank you, Joshua, do you want to sit with me?”

  “I was hopin’ to,” he said with a grin.

  There were booths, at the front, but also single tables throughout the room. He led Cassie toward a table for two in the back of the room, which was elevated by two steps. Everyone in the restaurant stopped eating and watched as the couple walked through.

  A loud crash resonated from the kitchen area, followed by a muffled, “Whoa!”

  “What was that?” asked Cassie, a little startled.

  “Well, I’m not real sure, but it sounds like our manager-of-the-day just dropped his teeth.” Everyone started to laugh, but the joke was lost on Cassie. “Don’t you worry any, darlin’, he won’t be botherin’ you. Let’s get that little table in the back.”

  “But what about Geri?” Cassie asked, but Geri had already found some of her friends and had taken a seat.

  Joshua seated Cassie with her back to the front door. He sat across from her, keeping his eyes open for any competition that might come in.

  Now that they were alone, Cassie was able to take a good long look at Joshua’s face.

  He’s really cute, in a devilish sort of way. She thought to herself.

  He had soft brown eyes and his thick, wavy hair curled up as it hit the top of his collar. His hair was a palette of different shades of brown, with highlights of blond combed through, the effects of working out in the sun all summer. His tan only intensified his boyish good looks.

  The best part, though, was his smile. It was infectious. When he smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back. Cassie knew he was studying her as well and it made her blush. She couldn’t think of anything to say and was hoping he would start the conversation. She didn’t have to wait very long.

  “You know, Miss Cassie, you’re the prettiest girl I think I’ve ever seen,” Joshua said, as he leaned forward a little. Cassie blushed and looked down at her hands.

  “Well, I’m not too sure I believe that.” She paused an appropriate amount of time, “and please don’t call me Miss Cassie. I’m just Cassie.” She looked up and gave him a little smile. He was smiling too and she could see the humor in his eyes. “What’s so funny,” she asked, her face turning red again.

  “You are . . . ,” he said as he gave a little laugh. “You really don’t understand what’s going on here, do you? I picked up on that over at the store.” He leaned a little closer and his smile turned into a sly little grin. “You do understand why your aunt made that announcement, don’t you?”

  Cassie leaned back just a little. “I think it had something to do with you, but I’m not really sure about it.” Her smile began to slip from her face. “And she is not my aunt. She’s just my guardian until I turn 18.”

  “Oh, I see,” Joshua said, a little confused, “I heard some rumors about someone’s niece comin’ to town, and I was just wondering if you were any relation to Chris Keaton.”

  “Nope,” Cassie smiled again, “I’m not related to anybody in this town.”

  Joshua was starting to figure things out.

  “Well, aren’t you going to tell me why Mrs. Keaton acted that way at the store?” Cassie was afraid she was losing control of the conversation. She knew flirting was out of the question now and she didn’t like the idea Joshua knew things she wasn’t aware of. If these people were playing games with her, she wanted to know about it.

  “Oh, yeah,” Joshua grinned, bringing her back to reality, “she knew I was ready to jump off that porch and give you one of the sweetest kisses you ever had in your life.”

  Cassie was taken by surprise. She wanted to say something, but just sat there as her mouth dropped open. To make matters worse, Joshua reached over and lifted her chin with his finger.

  “Okay, cut it out,” she finally managed to say. “You know I’m new and won’t be eligible for a whole month. I’m sure you know the rules. Why would you say that? I don’t like games, especially mind games.” Cassie said with her eyes flashing.

  “Hold on, don’t get all riled up, I know the rules well enough to know if a pretty girl is out in the open, during certain times of the day, I can catch her and give her a kiss.” He said giving her a smile. “Checking her bracelet wouldn’t be the first thing I’d be interested in.”

  Cassie just rolled her eyes at him. She thought she would be dealing with some hick, farm boy who would be fawning all over her. This wasn’t exactly what she expected.

  “And you were real lucky back there on the porch,” he teased. “You know, right before the alarm went off, Will and Freddy were di
gging in their heels to go after you, too.” He put his hand over hers. “You needn’t worry, cause I would’ve stopped them.”

  Cassie slipped her hand away. “I’d really appreciate a chocolate cola, if you don’t mind.”

  Joshua smiled. “Whatever you want, darlin’.” He stood up and started to go, but turned around and gave her a wink, “I’ll see if they’ll give me two straws.”

  Joshua walked up to the counter and saw the manager cleaning up some broken glass from the floor.

  “I see you had a little accident, Michael. I just thought you might like to know . . . she’s already taken, just in case you had any ideas.”

  Michael looked up and smiled. “Yeah, I had a feeling you’d let me know that.” He stood up and emptied the glass into the trashcan, then turned and leaned over the counter toward Joshua, eye to eye. “Thanks for the warning.” He said sarcastically.

  Cassie was watching Joshua at the counter.

  Who does he think he is? First it’s Miss Cassie and now it’s darlin’. He certainly has a lot of nerve.

  But she couldn’t help but think how cute he was. And she couldn’t stop the feelings stirring in her stomach, either. Wow, he certainly is something. She looked away for a moment, embarrassed someone might guess what she was thinking, and happened to see the girl who sat down next to her at the train station. The girl was seated a couple of tables away, talking to a friend.

  I’ll just bet she took that candy out of my bag.

  “I hope that frown on your face isn’t for me,” Joshua said, as he placed the drink in front of her. He turned around to try and follow her gaze. “Who are you looking at?”

  Cassie just kept staring. “I don’t know her name, but it’s that girl over there. She’s wearing a green dress with pink flowers.”

  “Yeah, that’s my cousin, Ruth Ann.” He looked back at Cassie. “How do you know her?”

  Cassie sighed. “I met her at the train station last night. I left my bag with her for a couple of minutes and when I came back . . . she was gone! And I’m afraid she took something.”

  “You mean that bag hanging on the chair?”

  “Yes, she took something out of it.” Cassie could sense the wheels turning in Joshua’s head. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

  “Oh, nothing,” Joshua said, I’m “just thinking’ things are starting to make a little more sense . . . that’s all.” Joshua took her hand again, “So what did she steal from you?”

  Cassie let out a little laugh. She was totally enamored of him by now.

  “It was just some saltwater taffy I brought as a gift for the Keaton’s. It really isn’t that important.”

  “Well, it’s important to me.” He looked over at Ruth Ann. “I’m goin’ to have her come over here and apologize right now.”

  “No, no, please don’t,” Cassie began to plead, “Everyone is staring at us as it is, and I don’t want to cause any more commotion.”

  “Okay, but this means you’ll have to come over to my house for dinner and let her apologize to you in front of the whole family.” I want you to know, we don’t steal. I don’t expect she has any of the candy left, so you won’t be getting it back. She probably shared it with her friends.”

  Cassie smiled back. She knew Mrs. Keaton wouldn’t approve of this invitation, but she was going to try and find a way to accept. Besides, what harm could come of it.

  ***

  Marion was just finishing up at the nursery when Chris and Todd came walking by.

  “Christopher Wayne Keaton?” she yelled, “Stop right where you are, young man!”

  Chris came to an abrupt halt. He knew that tone in her voice, and wasn’t about to try and get away. “Oh, hi, Mom, you getting those bushes you wanted?”

  It was really a stupid thing to say, but he couldn’t think of anything else. Besides, he knew he was going to get yelled at for not coming home last night.

  “Why, Chris, I didn’t know you were that interested in my gardening. You certainly aren’t interested in anything else we’re doing at home.”

  Chris was feeling very uneasy. “I’m sorry, Mom, I guess I just got all wrapped up in that camping trip we were planning and I should have called, or something.”

  He looked over at Todd for help, but Todd was already starting to snicker. Chris had to look away fast. He knew he was going to laugh, too, and it was all he could do to keep a straight face. “Can I carry something for you?”

  “No, Chris, I’m doing just fine.” Marion was boiling mad by now and didn’t want to play any of his little games. “If you boys can find the time, I need you to go over to H’ours and tell Geri and Cassie to go to Irene’s Boutique without me. Mr. Pennypacker is going to drive me home in his delivery truck and help me unload the bushes. After we’re through, he’ll drop me off at Irene’s.” She put her hand on her hip. “Do you understand?”

  “Yeah, Mom, of course.”

  “That Edwards’ boy is with them and I just don’t think I trust him very much. I could tell by the look in his eye, he’s definitely interested.” She paused for a moment. “Maybe you and Todd could walk them over to the boutique. Would that be too much to ask of you?”

  “No, Mom, we’d be happy too.”

  Just then Mr. Pennypacker came around the corner in his truck. Chris helped his mother into the cab and promised he’d do what she asked.

  After they drove off, Todd could no longer contain himself.

  “Oh, Chris,” he laughed, “I’d love to go with you, pal, but you know I have more important things to do.” He patted Chris on the back. “Good luck, old buddy, and don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”

  Chris stood and watched as Todd laughed his way down the street.

  “Dear, Lord, what have I done to deserve this?” he said as he started toward H’ours. “The Edwards’ boy is with them and he’s interested?” he repeated under his breath. “Now what’s that supposed to mean? I wonder what Josh has up his sleeve this time?”

  When Chris arrived at H’ours, Amanda Stewart was walking down the sidewalk. “Gee, I hope it isn’t 2 o’clock yet,” she teased as he walked by.

  Amanda was out to get Chris and never missed an opportunity. She was a pretty girl, with long auburn hair and green eyes, but she didn’t pose much of a challenge to him. The chase wasn’t very exciting when the girl was as eager as she was. It was just too easy. He dated her often, and although she was great to make out with in the back of Jake’s pickup, she wasn’t the type of girl he wanted to marry.

  He stopped and put his arm around her waist.

  “Now, you know you’d better not be out here after that alarm goes off,” he teased, “I might not be able to get to you before one of those farm boys. You know how fast they can run.” He gave her a squeeze and told her he’d call her later.

  As Chris walked through the door, a hush fell over the restaurant. He looked the room over, trying to find Geri. He figured he’d tell her what to do and make his break as quickly as possible. As he panned the room with his eyes, his attention was drawn directly to Ruth Ann. She was staring right at him, but then again, everyone was. He gave her a nod and a smile, and started to walk toward her. Ruth Ann took a deep breath, causing her to gag on a piece of food, forcing her to cough uncontrollably. Her friend, Sue, began pounding her on her back, just as Geri made her presence known.

  “Hey, Chris, over here,” Geri’s voice rang out over the sound of Ruth Ann’s hacking. He looked around and saw Geri sitting with all of her school friends.

  “Great,” Chris whispered under his breath, “maybe she’ll choke to death and all my problems will just go away.” He quickly walked over to Geri. “Hey, Kiddo, I need to talk to you. Mom wants you and Cassie to meet her over at Irene’s boutique. I’d take you over there, but I'm in kind of a hurry.”

  Geri looked up and gave him a big smile. “Don’t you want to meet Cassie
first?”

  “Well, I would, but I don’t really have the time right now." He threw Ruth Ann an apologetic look. “Maybe later tonight, if I drop by.”

  “You’re going to be so… sorry,” Geri said as she smiled at her friends.

  “Yeah, tell me about it,” Chris said as he started to leave. But as he turned to go, he saw Joshua in the back of the room.

  Cassie had been sharing her drink with Joshua when she heard Geri yell out Chris’ name, as she turned around to see what was going on, she stole Chris’s gaze. She didn’t let go until Joshua interrupted with, “I take it you haven’t had the pleasure of meetin’ the town’s pride and joy.”

  Cassie turned back toward Joshua. “I take it you two don’t get along very well.”

  But Joshua was staring past her at Chris. His smile was gone now and his jaw was clenched. She could tell this was more than just a schoolboy’s rivalry. This was something very serious and she’d better not make too many jokes.

  “Well, Chris,” Geri quipped. “I guess we’ll be seein’ ya,”

  But Chris didn’t hear her, as he stared at Cassie. “Who’s that with Josh?”

  “Who do you think it is? Do you normally see a lot of new people in here? But that’s okay; you’re way too busy to meet her anyway?”

  Chris shook his head in disbelief, “Are you saying that’s Cassie!” He looked over at Ruth Ann, who was now blowing her nose. “So, who’s that over there?”

  “That’s some farm girl named Ruth Ann.” Geri paused, “Why, Chris, would you rather meet her instead? You know, she comes in here all the time. How come you never seemed to notice her before? I guess your taste in girlfriends is beginning to change and . . .”

  Chris just ignored her and started walking over to where Cassie and Joshua were seated.

  Joshua looked back at Cassie and smiled, “Well, it looks like you’re gonna be stolen away from me for a while.” He stood up and reached for Cassie’s hand. “It’s time for you to meet the enemy.”

  Chris couldn’t take his eyes off Cassie’s face as he approached their table.

  “Hi, I’m Chris Keaton,” he said, as his foot kicked over Cassie’s bag. He reached down to pick it up, glancing at Joshua’s hand holding hers. “I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to meet you.”

  Cassie smiled and abruptly pulled her hand away from Joshua’s.

  Joshua stood up, “I’ll call you tonight, darlin’.” Then he glared at Chris, “Oh, by the way, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop bad mouthin’ my cousin all over town.”

  Almost everyone in the H’ours heard Joshua’s threat, but very few understood what it meant. Chris was just beginning to piece things together when Joshua turned on his heels to leave.

  Cassie grabbed her bag and ran after him, “What did you mean by that, Joshua? What did Chris say about your cousin?”

  Joshua turned and caressed Cassie’s face with his hand. “You don’t worry about it this is between Chris and me.” He turned back around and left . . . knowing exactly what he was doing.

  Cassie stood and watched as Joshua disappeared through the door. She turned and gave Ruth Ann a totally confused look, before turning back to Chris, who was walking up behind her. I wish I knew what in the world is going on here.

  Cassie looked for Geri among the unfamiliar faces. She knew it must be getting late and she didn’t want to get into any more trouble with Mrs. Keaton. She found Geri and told her it was time to go.

  “Oh, yeah,” said Geri, “Chris came by to say Mom wants us to meet her over at the boutique.” She gave Chris a wicked look. “He can’t go with us, though, he has more important things to do.” She looked back at Chris and continued, not wanting to let him off the hook.

  “Should I tell Mom you’ll be home for dinner, or will you be moving in with Todd tonight?” Geri had her arms crossed in front of her, with one of her eyebrows raised . . . ready for a fight.

  “No, I’ll be home tonight,” Chris, said in a soft voice. “And I’d really like to walk you both over to the boutique . . . if that’s okay?” He could feel the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. “I know I have a lot of explaining to do and I’d like to start while walking you over there.”

  “No, I think you should start by telling me what this has to do with Joshua’s cousin, Ruth Ann.”

  “Well,” Chris said looking down at the bag on Cassie’s arm, “Todd and I drove over to the train station last night to see what you looked like and . . .”

  “Oh, good grief!” Cassie interrupted him, “I think I finally understand.” She looked hard at Chris. “You thought I was Ruth Ann, didn’t you? You must have seen her with my bag and started saying some mean things about me . . . I mean her . . . didn’t you!” Cassie was furious. “Well, I don’t think it’ll be necessary for you to walk us anywhere.”

  She glanced over at Ruth Ann. “I think you should stay here and apologize to her.” Cassie grabbed Geri’s arm and the two girls left, leaving Chris all alone to wrangle his way out of his horrible predicament.

  Chris slowly made his way over to Ruth Ann. With a mischievous grin on his face, he lifted her hand and kissed it.

  “I’m really sorry for any embarrassment I may have caused you," he said, trying to sound sincere. "You seem like a nice girl, and I’m sorry if I’ve said or done anything to hurt your feelings." He let go of her hand and gave her a half-hearted smile as he turned away.

  That ought to make her day. Then he smiled and strutted toward the door.

  Ruth Ann couldn’t believe what just happened. She really hadn’t taken the time to figure it all out, but it really didn’t matter. She had always thought Chris was the best looking guy she’d ever seen, and in her mind, he had just unlocked the door to her heart.

  “Oh, Sue,” she gushed, “I think he likes me and I’ve always liked him.”

  ***

  Cassie was dragging Geri across the street toward the Grand Fountain, as Geri tried to get her attention.

  “Cassie, please slow down. We’re going the wrong way.”

  Cassie loosened her grip on Geri’s arm, walked over to one of the benches and sat down. Leaning back, she closed her eyes to listen to the sound of the water, as Geri allowed her enough time to calm down.

  “Cassie, are you alright?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” Cassie gave her a smile. “I guess I’m just a little disillusioned by all of this.” She heard a clap of thunder in the distance. “We’d better get over to the boutique before it starts raining.”

  They made the walk in silence, as Cassie sorted out everything in her mind.

  Chris watched the girls turn up Pansy Lane, heading for the boutique.

  Why did I have to jump to conclusions? Chris berated himself. It’s going to take a lot to get her to trust me now. In his mind’s eye, he could still see Joshua holding her hand. I’m going to kill that jerk.

  Marion was just getting out of the delivery truck when the girls finally arrived.

  “Oh, good, you haven’t been waiting for me.” She could see Chris walking behind, a couple of blocks away. “What’s wrong with Chris?”

  Geri and Cassie turned around and watched as Chris walked up the street toward them. It was a pitiful sight. He looked so lonely and unhappy, as raindrops started to splatter on the sidewalk.

  “Serves him right!” said Cassie, as she walked past Marion and entered the shop.

  Marion glanced at Geri, “This doesn’t look very promising.” Then she frowned, as she turned back toward Chris, “I should have known he’d do something wrong . . . and where is Todd?”

  Michael Fitzpatrick

  After a few hours of shopping, Skye was exhausted and a bit hungry. So, as promised, Sara suggested a trip across the way to H’our Burgers to eat and to seek refuge from the oncoming shower.

  They were laughing as they m
ade their way into H’ours, loaded down with packages. They fell into one of the booths against the wall, exhausted, brushing a few raindrops from their clothes. Skye was too excited to notice the stares and giggles of the other patrons.

  Sara was the first to catch her breath as she gave her niece a hug. “Okay now, dear, look at the menu and pick out anything you’d like.”

  Skye picked up the menu, scanned it a couple of times, but all she could find were hamburgers, cheeseburgers, fries, milkshakes, and colas. She looked hopefully at her aunt and asked, “Um, is there such a thing as a club sandwich or maybe egg salad on here?"

  Sara looked at her niece in shock and then changed to an understanding sigh, “I quite understand what you’re saying, but honey, you can have those at home. For now, why don’t you try one of the burgers? They’re really quite good, since the kids take great pride in their cooking. Now, you wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, would you?”

  “No, of course not, I’d love to try one of the burgers; in fact, I think I’d like a cheeseburger with fries, and a black and white milk shake.”

  “Well, I think I’ll just join you and have a cheeseburger myself.”

  Just then Luanne, their waitress, appeared cocky as usual. “Hello, Mrs. Davis, the usual today?”

  Sara smiled and said, “Yes, Luanne, and the same here for my niece, Skye Mackenna. She’s going to be living here with me and going to school.” Sara turned toward her niece and continued the introduction, “Skye, this is Luanne Root. She’s about your age and . . . well, I’ve pretty much watched Luanne grow up from a freckled faced child to the lovely young lady she is today.”

  "Nice to meet you, Luanne, maybe we’ll see one another in school.”

  Luanne gave a bored shrug and said, “Yeah, maybe,” and walked away.

  Sara rolled her eyes and tried to apologize for Luanne’s rudeness. “She’s normally a very sweet girl, but I think . . . well, maybe she’s just a little tired. And . . . oh, forget it, Luanne is just rude. I don’t know what’s gotten into her these past few years. She never seems to be in a good mood.”

  Just then there was a commotion at the counter. Luanne was yelling at the manager, a young man who suddenly had to turn his attention away from Skye and her aunt, to Luanne.

  “Michael, you know Mr. Pennypacker comes in this time every single day for his burger and cup of coffee, and you haven’t even started a fresh pot. Don’t make us regret making you manager this month. He wants fresh coffee, Michael . . . fresh!”

  “Oh, and your arms are broken, Lou? Why don’t you get your little tail moving and make the coffee yourself? You make it better than I do, anyway, so stop yelling at me!” With that Michael threw two more burgers on the grill.

  Michael had been watching Skye from the moment she first came in. He was in a dream world and couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Everything and everyone else ceased to exist. This, of course, was not lost on Luanne. She knew exactly where his mind was.

  “Michael, just get it started . . . okay?” She walked away exasperated and possibly a little jealous?”

  Michael Fitzpatrick was a nice guy; he was extremely handsome, with brown hair and big brown eyes. He was tall, with an athletic physique. When he had a break, you could usually find him with his nose stuck in a book or cutting up a little with his buddies.

  Early in the morning, he went running at the school track or through the park. He liked to keep in shape. All the girls in town loved it when it was his turn to take their orders. He enjoyed talking to them and flirting a little, but he was not impressed with any of the local girls. He’d grown up with most of them and treated them like sisters . . . much to their chagrin.

  Luanne walked up to Michael, who was flipping the burgers over with a vengeance.

  “Look, the cow’s dead, you don’t have to try to kill it again, besides one of those burgers is going to that girl over there sitting with Mrs. Davis. Her name is Skye Mackenna. Have you met her yet?”

  “No, Luanne, I haven’t, but don’t you have food to deliver? We don’t want to keep our customers waiting.”

  Luanne smiled that cocky smile of hers, which drove all of the others crazy. She never lost her edge and nothing ever seemed to shake her. She turned and gave the others in the kitchen a little backside wiggle, as she walked back to the counter to pick up the food.

  “Skye Mackenna,” Michael softly repeated to himself. “Gosh, an Irish girl, mom will love that and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful girl in my life.”

  “Are you talking to yourself, Michael?”

  That was it! Michael had enough of Luanne for one day. He put the burgers on buns ready to go; then he took his apron off and threw it on the counter. With a smile he said, “Luanne, my shift is over. I’m leaving now . . . so take over!”

  Luanne smiled sweetly and said, “Why, certainly, I’d love to.”

  Michael decided he was going to walk over to their table, say hello to Mrs. Davis, and introduce himself to her niece.

  Skye was sipping her milkshake when Michael appeared.

  “Hey, Mrs. Davis, how’s it going?”

  “Hi, Michael, I’d like you to meet my niece, Skye. She’ll be living with me and going to school here.”

  “Nice to meet you, Skye, so what do you think of our town so far?”

  “Well, from what I’ve seen, it’s a pretty neat place to live. I like it.”

  “That’s great! Well, I’ve got to get going. I’ll be seeing you around.” And with that, he walked out the door.

  Skye was not immune to Michael’s good looks; in fact, she was quite struck by them. “Wow, he’s really cute. This town just keeps getting better and better.”

  “He’s really nice, too, but we have a lot of nice young men here. So, don’t just settle on two or three right away.”

  "Oh, I’m not settling on anyone. Believe me, that’s the farthest thing from my mind.”

  The Boutique

  Everyone was busy looking through the clothes when Chris finally arrived, brushing a few raindrops out of his hair.

  “Okay, whose idea was it to make it rain today? It’s messing up my hair,” he said laughing, hoping someone would respond.

  “That’s nice, Chris,” said Marion, only half listening.

  Chris pulled his comb out of his pocket, walked over to the nearest mirror, and made sure his hair was back in place. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, before he took a seat in one of the customer chairs.

  “Well, Cassie, do you see anything you want to try on?” Marion asked.

  “Are you kidding? I want to try on everything. I’ll probably max out my allowance.”

  “Oh, don’t even look at the price tags, sweetie, this is for the first day of school. You get whatever you want . . . I’m buying.”

  Cassie and Geri had a great time getting to know one another as they tried on clothes. Cassie found a gorgeous turquoise dress, with long sleeves, which fit her perfectly. When she walked out of the fitting room, Chris nearly fell out of his chair, while Marion just stared.

  “Mom, is there one in my size,” Geri yelled, running up to her mother.

  “No, dear, I’m afraid there aren’t dresses like that in your size. We need to find something more junior high.”

  After a while, the 2:00 p.m. alarm went off, forcing two farm girls into the shop. They were squealing and giggling about how they had just escaped a close call from Will and Freddy. One of them walked up to Cassie and introduced herself.

  “Hi, I’m Mary Ellen and this is my sister, Clara.” Cassie shook their hands and said she was pleased to meet them. “We heard all about you and Joshua getting’ together,” Mary Ellen gushed. “We’re really jealous, since he’s about the cutest boy in town. We can tell he really likes you.”

  Mary Ellen turned toward Marion, “I’m sure Cassie will have a nice time at the Edwards’ for dinner. His mom is the greatest a
nd I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to meet her.”

  Clara turned toward the window, “Oh, good, there’s Poppa looking for us in the pickup.” She opened the door and yelled to get his attention, and then she turned back toward Cassie. “Well, we’ve gotta go now, hope to see you at the next hayride.” And just as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone.

  No one said anything for a few minutes. Geri, of course, was the one to break the silence.

  “You’re going over to Joshua’s house for dinner?”

  Cassie could feel her heart sink to her feet. This wasn’t the way she had planned on telling Marion about her dinner date.

  “Well, we really didn’t make any plans,” Cassie stammered. “Joshua said he would call me tonight.”

  “Cassie, you haven’t been in town one whole day and you’ve already made dinner plans?” Marion said shaking her head. “We really have to talk about this when we get home. I don’t believe you understand what you’re getting yourself into with this Edwards’ boy.”

  “His name is Joshua and I told him I would have dinner at his house. What is so hard to understand about this?” Cassie was beginning to boil. “I get the feeling you don’t like him just because he happens to be the son of a farmer, but I think he’s very nice.” She gave Chris a cold look. “He’s certainly a lot nicer than some of the townsfolk I’ve met today.”

  Chris gave out a low sigh and sank a little deeper into his chair.

  “Mom, do you mind if I go home? I don’t think my being here is helping anything.”

  Marion let out a sigh, “Sure, Chris, go ahead, but Cassie, we really need to talk about this in private. Let’s go ahead and finish our shopping and we’ll discuss it when we get home.”

  Cassie wasn’t happy with her answer, but she knew when to leave well enough alone. After everyone was satisfied with their purchases, they started for home. The 4:00 p.m. alarm was just going off as they were turning on Maple Avenue.

  “What time is it now, Cassie?” Marion questioned her. “And is that the all-clear alarm or the chase alarm?”

  Cassie looked totally confused. “I don’t know, Mrs. Keaton. I guess it’s about 5 o’clock.” She looked down at her wrist, forgetting that she was wearing the dreaded bracelet. “I guess I’d better start wearing my watch again.” She gave a little laugh, “I don’t see anyone running for cover, so I suppose it’s the all-clear.”

  Marion couldn’t help but laugh a little, too. “Oh, Cassie, what am I going to do with you?” Then she became serious again. “That was the 4:00 alarm, dear; we don’t have one at 5:00. And yes, it is the all clear and you would be safe again until 11:00 tonight, since this is date night. Now, as for your watch, you can wear one, but you can always see the clock tower from every angle of our town, but when the clock shows red, you’d better be under a roof.

  When they finally made it back, Geri ran ahead to let Chris know they were home. She couldn’t wait to phone her best friend, Amy, with her juicy news. She would be pretty popular with her crowd, now that Cassie was in town. The jealousy she had felt earlier that day was completely gone, and in its place was a deep feeling of admiration. Cassie was her idol and she, her biggest fan. How would she ever be able to wait for the first day of school?

  The Rivalry

  Michael was standing near the fountain, when Sara and Skye walked up.

  “Well, hello again, Michael,” Sara smiled.

  Michael walked over to one of the benches and offered to help with their packages while they took a seat.

  Skye couldn’t help but notice the bench was dry, even though it had just rained. They thanked him and sat down with all of their bags.

  “Gee, it must be really difficult to manage a place like that at your age. You must be really smart,” Skye said admiringly.

  “Well, it doesn’t take much to manage. We take turns each month. I mean, next month one of the other students will get the chance. In fact, you might even get a chance, if you decide you want to work there.”

  “I wouldn’t mind working at H’our Burgers. It looks like fun.”

  Michael melted when her eyes met his.

  At that point, Sara came up with a perfect opportunity for Michael to walk Skye home.

  “Hey, you two, now that the rain has stopped, I’m going to run over to the Fabric Shop. I won’t be too long, but Michael, would you please do me a favor and walk my niece home. I’m sure she doesn’t quite know the way back yet. Would it be too much trouble?”

  “Heck no, I’ll be glad to.”

  Sara got up and gave a startled Skye a quick kiss, thanked Michael again, and was off across the square.

  “Well, that was subtle,” Skye, said beneath her breath. She got up and started gathering her packages. Michael took most of them from her and they started down the sidewalk, with Skye right beside him.

  As the twosome walked through town, curtains all over were blatantly pushed aside. But, the young couple wasn’t aware; they were deep in conversation.

  They stopped at the corner of her aunt’s street and Skye looked up at Michael. “Well, here we are, thanks.”

  “Oh, come on, that’s not cool. I can’t just leave you here and walk away. Good grief, you might get lost,” he said with a mischievous grin on his face.

  Skye couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, your right, how will I find my way home?”

  Todd Kane had just come out of his house and was walking down the driveway. He heard laughter and looked up to see two people walking toward him. He wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but it was her . . . and Michael? Todd had no right to be jealous. He had no right to feel this horrible rage inside. She didn’t belong to him.

  Skye spoke first as they approached Todd, standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

  “Hi, Todd.”

  Todd decided he had to say something extremely intelligent, but all he could manage was, “Oh, Hi.”

  Michael spoke next, “Hey, Todd, how’s it going?”

  Todd gave Michael a deadpan look, “Fine, Michael . . . just fine. Uh, what are you two doing together? I mean, what are you two up to and how did you meet . . . if I’m not being too nosey?”

  Skye was really enjoying this run-in with Todd.

  “Oh, my aunt took me shopping this morning and we went over to H’our Burgers, and well, that’s kind of how we met. My aunt asked Michael to walk me home, since she had an errand to run. I’m sure I could have found it, sooner or later, but Michael was nice enough to show me. Maybe I’ll see you later, Todd. Come by and visit when you get a chance.”

  But Todd wasn’t going to let it go at that.

  “Oh, I’m not doing anything, now. Michael, you can go on home. I’ll take over from here.”

  Michael sighed to himself, knowing Todd had already met her. “Thanks, Todd, but I’ve got it covered.”

  Skye and Michael started walking toward her house, as Todd fell in beside her and took the rest of her packages. There she was, sandwiched between two determined young men, both vying for her attention.

  No one said a word until they reached Skye’s front porch, as Michael and Todd put the packages on the glider, and the threesome stood in silence.

  “Oh, this is dumb,” Todd relented, “I’m sorry, you’re with Michael and I shouldn’t even be here. I just wanted to talk to you, that’s all. I’ll come back later when you’re not so busy. See ya.” Todd walked back down the walk.

  Skye looked after him, trying to figure him out. She wasn’t sure what to say.

  Michael spoke up, “Wow, Todd Kane backed off. That’s something new. I didn’t even know you knew him. Oh, well, you’re just a few houses down from him. I guess you would have met him before anyone else.”

  Skye just shook her head and walked over to the glider, pushed the packages aside, and sat down. She looked over at Michael, who was smiling at her.

  “Well, yes, I met Todd yesterday, but it was kind
of a strange meeting. It wasn’t even here in Parkerville.”

  Skye then related the tale of how she met Todd and Chris outside of Marshall City, when her aunt picked her up. She told him about Mac, how she lost her parents, and moving in with her sister. After a few minutes, she was able to catch her breath.

  “Michael, I think I’ve bored you enough with the story of my life, but I did enjoy walking home with you.”

  Michael had been sitting on the front step of the porch, reveling in every word she said. He didn’t want this time with Skye to end. With Todd hanging around, it wasn’t going to be easy to get her alone. He let out a little sigh and said, “I enjoyed the walk, too. Maybe I’ll see you at the picnic on Monday. Are you going?”

  “I can’t say for sure, but if my aunt plans to go, I’ll certainly be going with her. I’ll ask her and I’m sure we’ll see you there. Thanks again, Michael.”

  “No thanks necessary, Skye, anytime.” Michael waved back to her as he walked out to the street. He walked passed Todd’s house and nodded to him as he walked by. Todd was standing on his porch leaning up against the post. He nodded back. Michael kept walking, but turned once to look back at Todd, who was still standing there eyeing him. Michael smiled broadly and kept on walking.

  Todd waited until Michael was out of sight, then jumped off the porch and headed back down to Skye’s.

  She was still on the front porch, sitting on the glider, rocking it back and forth . . . thinking. She had a feeling Todd would show up shortly, she wanted him to. She was a bit caught up between Michael and Todd. She liked them both and they were both really cute. She was thinking about what her aunt said about dating, dancing, and just having fun. All of these thoughts were tumbling through her brain, when all of a sudden; there he was standing in front of her, with that beautiful smile of his.

  Skye sat up straight on the glider, tumbling some of the packages off and onto the porch floor. She hurried to grab them and put the contents back into the bags. Unfortunately, one of her new, bright pink bras had slipped out and Skye’s face was just about the same color. She hurriedly shoved the bra back into the bag and sat back on the glider, looking down at her feet. She calmed herself and practically whispered, “Todd, I didn’t even hear you come up the steps.”

  Todd took a deep breath and said, “I came back to ask you something. I was wondering if I could walk you and your aunt to church tomorrow.”

  Skye was still staring at her feet, her face still on fire. “Well, that would be fine. I’m sure my aunt would like that very much. Thank you. Uh . . . what time does the service start?”

  “The service starts at 10:00 am, so I’ll pick you up around 9:15. Your aunt likes to get there early with the rest of the women, to set up tables for Pot Luck after church.” Todd was now completely at ease. Michael didn’t ask her, or maybe he didn’t think of it. Now he had the upper hand, so to speak.

  Skye got up off the glider and walked over to Todd. She stood in front of him, looked up into his dreamy blue eyes and said, “I think 9:15 is fine. I’ll be up long before that . . . kind of gotten used to getting up early on the farm. Anyway, we’ll be waiting for you.”

  Todd looked down at her, as he imagined lifting her up, bringing her lips to his and kissing her passionately. He could hardly speak, with her looking up at him that way. Her fiery red face was gone and a beautiful, pale pink glow lingered in its place.

  At this point, Skye was trying to get through to him, “Todd . . . uh . . . Todd!”

  Todd came back, a little embarrassed at what he’d been thinking. He went down a step or two to be a little more even with her and said, “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

  “I said, thank you for asking. Now I think I better scoop up my things and go inside. Okay?”

  “Oh, sure . . . can I help?” Todd said hopefully.

  “No, I think I can handle it. Oh, and here comes my aunt. Thanks anyway!”

  Skye’s aunt was hurrying up the walk toward the two on the porch. Oh, I knew it! I knew Todd would be hanging around,” she said to herself.

  Todd turned and came down the porch steps, smiled, and said ‘hi’ to Sara. He whistled as he walked down the street to his house.

  Farm Boys

  Marion and Cassie unloaded their parcels on the kitchen table and made their way down the hall to the living room. It was a beautiful room, all pastel shades of pink and blue, but it didn’t feel as cozy as the den. It seemed too open and cool for a private conversation.

  “Let’s go out back on the patio,” Marion suggested. “I think it’s still warm enough to sit out by the pool for our little talk. We can grab a couple of sweaters on our way out.”

  The majority of the backyard had given way to an elaborate patio deck and pool. There were fruit trees and flowering bushes expertly placed within the redwood fence, which encircled the property. It gave Cassie a feeling of safety. It was calm and sheltered, and she felt it would be a wonderful place to just kick back and daydream.

  She and Marion took their seats around a small white table, which had a large blue and white umbrella over it. Once again, Cassie noticed all you could hear was the sound of nature. No cars or trucks rambled by, honking their horns. She couldn’t even remember hearing an airplane fly over. It was so peaceful and serene that the whole reason they had come out was soon forgotten.

  Marion allowed Cassie time to relax. She knew how much she enjoyed sitting out there in the late afternoon, and she wanted Cassie to be in a pleasant frame of mind. After about ten minutes, Marion began, “Cassie, I know you think I don’t like that farm boy you met, but you have to understand I had a couple of close girl friends who were caught by farm boys, when I was your age. These boys were just as cute and sweet as they could be, but after they’re married, they worked their poor wives nearly to death.”

  Cassie stayed quiet while Marion talked.

  “I know you’re used to flirting and having school-girl fun, without having any strings attached, but you really have to remember that things are different here. One mistake will change your life forever. I know you would like to further your education and have a career, other than just being a housewife. That’s fine, but you won’t be able to do that married to a farmer.”

  “And if I marry a boy from town, my chances would be better? Is that what you’re saying?”

  “Yes, Cassie, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

  “And my chances would be even better if I don’t get caught by anyone in this town. That way I could leave here and go to the college of my choice and have whatever type of life I decide to have.” Cassie gave Marion a defiant look, pushing herself back against her chair.

  Marion couldn’t help but smile. Cassie was so much like herself at sixteen. “Well, Cassie, which night are you planning to go over to the Edwards’ farm for dinner?”

  The question took Cassie by surprise, “Oh, I don’t know. Joshua said he would call me . . . if that’s alright?”

  “Of course it is; you’re not a prisoner here. You can have phone calls.”

  Chris was watching Cassie and his mother from the living room. He tried to call Todd, but he wasn’t home. He was feeling very sorry for himself and he didn’t know what to do. When it came to girls, he was the one with all the right moves. This situation with Cassie was almost more than he could handle.

  If I could just turn back the clock, Chris thought to himself. I would have gone out to the train station with the family. When she started to cry, I would have been there to comfort her.

  He started to imagine what it would have been like sitting in the back seat with her.

  I would have put my arm around her and maybe she would have laid her head on my shoulder. I would have whispered softly in her ear, telling her everything was going to be all right. I would have . . .

  Just then the phone rang, shattering Chris’ reverie.

  “Hello?” Chris answered.

&n
bsp; “Oh, hello, young man, this is Edith Edwards. May I speak to your mother, please?”

  “Sure, I’ll go get her,” Chris put the receiver down. It wasn’t until he reached the patio door that he realized who was on the other end. Edith Edwards . . . that’s Josh’s mom!

  Marion had already looked up and was waiting to see if the call was for her. He opened the door and told her who was calling. Marion excused herself and went to answer the phone. Chris took one of the chairs next to Cassie.

  Cassie looked over at Chris. He really was handsome, more so than she would have ever imagined. He was completely different from Joshua. There was nothing cute about him. He reminded her of Robert Redford and Steve McQueen, all rolled up into one gorgeous guy.

  Gosh, what would he look like in a tuxedo . . . whew!

  Then he spoke.

  “I hope you’re not really planning on going over to his house for dinner.”

  Chris certainly knew how to ruin a beautiful moment.

  Cassie’s anger began to return. “Of course I’m planning on going to his house for dinner.” She smiled sweetly, hoping it would drive him crazy. “He wants me to meet his mom and dad.”

  “He’s not the right man for you, Cassie, and you need to stop leading him on.”

  “Oh? And who are you to tell me who I should be seeing or not. I don’t even know you.” Cassie paused to make the moment more dramatic. “I like Joshua and if I want to lead him on . . . I will.”

  Cassie gave Chris a wink, got up, and walked into the living room. She was enjoying her little game with Chris, but she was also curious to see what was happening with the phone conversation.

  “Yes, Edith, I really do insist we drop her off, and we will only agree to this if you and Jim bring her back.” Marion stopped to listen. “Okay . . . that will be fine. Yes, Edith, it would be nice to have dinner with you and Jim sometime. We’ll have to talk about it and it was nice talking to you, too. Bye for now.”

  Marion hung up the phone and heaved a very heavy sigh. She turned toward Cassie, “Alright, dear, we’ve come to an agreement. You will have dinner at the Edwards’ home on Wednesday evening. Justin and I will take you over there and Mr. and Mrs. Edwards will bring you back.” She gave Cassie a stern look, “I’m very serious about not wanting Joshua to drive you home, and there will be absolutely no argument on this. Do you understand?”

  “No, I don’t understand,” Cassie, argued in contempt. “I’m not eligible so I think I should be protected, according to those stupid rules. So what harm would there be in letting Joshua drive me home? How else are we going to get to know one another?”

  Marion started to laugh. It must have been all the tension building up.

  “Cassie, the rules are only going to protect you from marriage . . . not Joshua.”

  Cassie looked a little shocked. “But I thought everything was so innocent and old-fashioned here.”

  “ You seem to be misinterpreting the meaning of our rules. Just because our life style is more peaceful and serene than most, and our rules are a little different, human nature is still the same . . . boys will be boys!”

  “So, you think Joshua will try and take advantage of me.”

  “Oh, I don’t just think it, Cassie, I’d bet money on it.”

  “But Joshua doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would take advantage of me, if I didn’t want him too.” Cassie realized immediately what she had just said didn’t come out right. “I mean, I don’t think he would try to hurt me.”

  Marion smiled and shook her head. “No, dear, I don’t believe Joshua or anyone else would deliberately try to hurt you. It’s just that teenagers are a handful, no matter where they live, but we do try to keep as much control over them as we can.” Marion leaned forward and touched Cassie’s hand, “I’m sure you’ve had lots of dates and know that boys will try whatever they can, but the farm boys here are just a little more experienced at it.”

  Cassie couldn’t help but laugh, “Well, as good looking as Chris is, I can’t help but think he’s had a few experiences of his own.”

  Marion was well aware of her son’s exploits. Just getting Chris through high school was enough to give her a head full of gray. There were plenty of girls in town willing to do whatever Chris wanted, in the hope that he would eventually try to catch them. Marion’s job was to protect Cassie and guide her in the right direction. She already had a plan in mind, by introducing her to Todd Kane. Todd would be the perfect suitor. Chris could date Skye, if she found him suitable.

  Just then, Geri once again exploded onto the scene.

  “Who was that on the phone, Mom, was it for me?” Geri had a smile on her face and the devil in her eyes.

  “No, Geri, it was Mrs. Edwards . . . as if you didn’t know.”

  Geri smiled sweetly, “Oh, I thought it might be.” Then she turned to Cassie, “In town only one day and already has a date. You are just too cool.”

  Chris had opened the patio door in time to hear Geri’s remark. He glanced at Cassie, who was beginning to blush, and walked through the living room without saying a word.

  “Oh, poor Christopher Robin,” pouted Geri. “He won’t be going to the party with Pooh Bear.”

  “That’s enough, Geri, come help me in the kitchen with dinner.” Marion looked over at Cassie, “Why don’t you go up to your room and put your new clothes away. You could probably use a little time to yourself. We’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

  Marion and Geri left, and Cassie was alone for the first time since early that morning. So much had happened. Suddenly, she felt exhausted. She walked down the hall to the kitchen and met Chris coming in the opposite direction. He was carrying her purchases and offered to take them upstairs for her. They climbed the stairs in silence and she opened the door to her room.

  “Thanks, I can take them from here.”

  “Could you meet me in the living room when you’re finished?” Chris said softly, “I’d really like to talk to you before dinner.”

  “Alright,” Cassie said coyly, “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” She closed the door and started to place her new clothes on hangers. She was very pleased with herself.

  I think I’ve handled myself pretty well today. I’ve got the two cutest guys in town after me, with no competition in sight.

  She walked over to the mirror and brushed her hair. She was beginning to feel the excitement building up inside her. I wonder what Chris wants to talk about? She smiled to herself and touched up her lipstick. “Ready or not, Chris, here I come.”

  When Cassie walked into the living room, Chris was standing in front of the bay window looking out into the street. Wow, he even looks great from behind. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself, trying to talk into those dreamy blue eyes of his.

  Chris turned around. “Hi, Cassie, I wanted to talk to you about the picnic on Monday.”

  “Oh, I didn’t know there was a picnic. Is it for Labor Day?”

  “What’s Labor Day?” he began, a little confused, “We have this picnic every year before school starts. It’s our Family Day Picnic. It’s really a big deal and they even turn the alarms off.” He looked very uncomfortable. “Of course, that wouldn’t affect you in any way.”

  “Maybe if we sat down on the sofa, we could talk about it,” Cassie suggested. She was headed for the sofa, but Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the love seat.

  “This one’s a little more comfortable,” he said as they sat down. He was still holding her hand. “I wanted to be the first to invite you before anyone else did.” He looked straight into her eyes. “Would you mind spending the day with me?”

  Cassie looked down and didn’t respond immediately. He thought she was giving it some serious thought, but she was really just trying to start breathing again.

  “Oh . . . well,” she stammered, “I guess that would be okay.”

  Chris smiled at her and gave her hand a squeeze. “Now, maybe we can get this Joshua thing c
leared up.”

  Cassie had been so caught up in the magic of the moment; she had forgotten she was supposed to be mad at him.

  “Now listen, Chris,” she said with authority, “I’m having dinner with Joshua on Wednesday. That isn’t going to change. If you want me to go to the picnic with you on Monday, you’d better change your attitude.”

  Chris knew this was going to be a losing fight for now, so he decided to drop it. He figured that after she spent all day Sunday and Monday with him, she’d forget all about Joshua by Wednesday, anyway.

  “Okay, you win. I admit I’ve been a real jerk and promise to spend every moment I’m with you, making up for my lousy behavior.” Chris leaned in and stared deeply into her eyes.

  Cassie closed her eyes, waiting for his kiss.

  Suddenly, Geri poked her head into the room, announcing that it was time to eat. She stayed in the doorway, forcing them to follow her to the kitchen.

  Dinner went smoothly and Cassie helped Marion with the dishes, telling her things were starting to feel more comfortable and she thought she was going to like it there. It was decided that after church in the morning they would show Cassie the rest of Parkerville.

  Chris walked Cassie up to her room and told her he was looking forward to seeing her in the morning. She opened the door and Chris walked back down the hall to the stairs. He thought it best not to try anything just yet, as he was handling her with kid gloves. Patience, he thought to himself, and she’ll be all mine by Monday evening.

  Cassie entered her room, turned on the radio and started dancing around, when something caught her eye in the tree outside her window. She walked over to the window and peered through part of the blinds. There, sitting in the old oak tree was Joshua. He smiled and tipped his hat to her. She quickly closed the blinds tight.

  “Oh, my,” she said out loud, “what’s he doing out there?” But when she peeked through the blinds again . . . he was gone!

  Sunday Morning

  When the sun came up, Skye was downstairs fixing breakfast for her aunt. She wanted to surprise her. She still felt a little funny, what with all of the clothes her aunt had bought her and she wanted to pay her back somehow. She put fresh flowers on the kitchen table, where the autumn frost hadn’t gotten to some of the flowers on the other side of the porch. She caught herself humming a little tune as she cooked sausage and scrambled eggs. I must be happy, she thought.

  Sara stood in the doorway to the kitchen in her bathrobe. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and tried to adjust to the sight before her. After a long drawn-out yawn, she said, “Why Skye, what’s gotten into you? I make breakfast around here. However, there are times when turnabout is greatly appreciated, and this is one of those times! Now, what do we have here, young lady? Oh, my favorites . . . scrambled eggs, toast, jelly and sausage. Oh, I won’t be able to eat again until next week!”

  Skye smiled triumphantly and pulled the chair out for Sara to sit down.

  “Aunt Sara, I want you to know I am going to pull my own weight around here. I’ll get up early every morning and make you breakfast. I’ll do all of my chores . . . whatever they may be. I’ll study hard and get good grades. I’ll make you proud of me, I promise.”

  “I’m already proud of you, sweetie, and you don’t have to earn your keep. Enjoy yourself, have some fun, and remember; I do the cooking around here . . . and I love it! If you decide you want to cook now and then, you have my blessing. This morning, I couldn’t be more pleased. Now, let’s have breakfast together.”

  ***

  At the Keaton house, Cassie was just waking up, as the 7:00 a.m. alarm went off.

  I don’t suppose anyone ever oversleeps in this town. She stayed in bed, waiting to see if anyone else would be getting up that early. It was only a few minutes before she heard the sound of people beginning to start their morning routines. She was grateful her room had its own bath. She didn’t like the idea of having to run around in her bathrobe, especially with Chris somewhere in the house. She hadn’t thought about these things before.

  As she sat up and stretched, she remembered the blinds and Joshua sitting in the tree the night before. She crawled over to the chair in the corner of the room, where she had thrown her robe. “We’re going to have to get those curtains up as soon as possible,” she said out loud.

  He could have watched me undress last night. Her face began to flush. Yeah, I think Mrs. Keaton is right about those farm boys.

  Cassie crawled around the room collecting her clothes and decided to dress in the bathroom. The bathroom wasn’t very big, with a shower instead of a tub. She loved to take long baths, but she would have to make due with a quick shower. She put on her basic blue suit, which she normally wore to church, and brushed her hair.

  I’d better not go overboard with the makeup this morning. Mrs. Keaton is really kind of nice and I shouldn’t upset her again this morning.

  She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and checked the blinds again to see if anyone was watching. All was quiet and the morning rain was just finishing up. She pulled up the blinds and opened the window. Everything smelled fresh and clean. She stood back, letting the breeze blow through the room, when a knock sounded on her door. “Come in,” she said without turning around.

  Chris opened the door, as Cassie stood barefoot in front of the window; her long, blond hair flowing in the breeze and the morning light haloing around her. She couldn’t have planned it any better if she had tried. Instinctively, Cassie knew it was Chris. She smiled to herself and slowly turned around. Chris was leaning up against the doorjamb.

  “Oh, Chris, it’s you,” she said as she pretended to fix her hair. “You shouldn’t be up here. I’m not ready.”

  Chris looked sharp. He was wearing a royal blue suit jacket, which was the perfect color for him.

  “Well, look at us,” Chris responded, “we’re both wearing blue. We even look like we belong together.”

  Cassie gave a little laugh and fluffed her hair over her shoulder, “Maybe in your dreams we do.”

  But Chris was undaunted; “If you’re really interested in my dreams, I could tell you about the good one I had last night.”

  This one stopped Cassie cold. She didn’t expect such a fast comeback. “Umm . . . I think you’d better leave now so I can finish dressing.” She knew her face was bright red . . . again . . . and she was at a complete loss as to what to say next.

  “Okay,” Chris said, knowing he had won this round, “I just came up to tell you breakfast is ready,” as he flashed one of his breathtaking smiles. “We’ll talk about this later.”

  Cassie was left standing in front of the mirror, as Chris closed the bedroom door. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she knew she would have to get control of herself, before she could face Chris again in front of the rest of his family.

  Why does he do this to me? She put her hand on the side of her face, feeling the heat radiating from her cheek. He was the one who was supposed to be flushed, not her. She wasn’t used to losing any of her little flirting games, but lately she was feeling like an amateur. She finished getting dressed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast.

  As she entered the kitchen, she could smell the sausage and waffles.

  “Oh, I’m going to get fat living here,” she said to Marion as she took her place next to Geri. Chris was seated directly across from her, while Marion and Justin occupied the two seats on either end of the table. She looked up and noticed Chris was biting his lip and had a mischievous look on his face. She changed the subject quickly. “So, what time does church start?”

  “We used to have two services, one at 9:00 a.m. and the other at 11:00 a.m.” Justin explained. “That way we could get it over with early and have the rest of the day to ourselves.” He gave a little laugh and looked up at Marion. She wasn’t smiling. “Well, anyway,” he stammer
ed, “they changed it to 10:00 a.m. You see, we have this new preacher now . . . who’s a little long-winded . . . and the congregation voted to have only one service. He’s usually done by about 11:15 . . . if we’re lucky . . . and then there’s usually a potluck.”

  Cassie knew Justin was just trying to be funny and make her feel at home. He hadn’t really spent that much time with her.

  “So, Chris,” Justin continued, “have you made a decision about the garage?”

  All eyes turned to Chris. He put down his fork and placed his hands on the table.

  “Yeah,” he said with a big smile, “the garage is going to work out just fine.” His eyes settled directly on Cassie. “I was a real fool to think it wouldn’t be.”

  Suddenly, everyone’s eyes diverted to Cassie.

  “Gosh!” Cassie started, wanting to change the subject again; “I hope we can get those curtains up in my room today.” She gave a nervous laugh, “I don’t really feel like I have a lot of privacy.”

  That was all she needed to say, as Marion took over the conversation.

  “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry about that. Justin and I plan to spend all afternoon helping you decorate your room.” She took off talking about the curtains, the wallpaper, the throw rugs . . . everything was going to be changed. Cassie continued to eat her breakfast; relieved to have the conversation steered away from her and Chris. Each time she looked up, Chris was watching her with that same mischievous look on his face.

  “But what about the potluck,” asked Geri?

  “Sorry, hon.” answered Marion, “We’re just too busy this Sunday to stay after. Let’s get these dishes in the sink and get out the door. I don’t want to be late.”

  The Parkerville Church

  Skye was coming down the stairs when she heard a knock at the back door and went to greet Todd. She was wearing a new pink suit with a white ruffled blouse peeking out of the top of her unbuttoned jacket. Her long silky dark hair was slightly pulled back from each side of her face, and a pink ribbon held it in place.

  Todd sucked in his breath when he saw her, and she did the same when she saw him. Todd looked so tall and handsome in his dark blue serge suit, crisp white shirt, and dark red silk tie. Oh, she could have fainted.

  Todd was the first to speak, “Hey, you look fantastic this morning. Where’s your aunt?”

  “I’m right here and we beautiful looking people are ready to go. Am I right?”

  Skye laughed and said, “You are absolutely right, let’s go.”

  They were almost out the door when Sara remembered her deviled eggs and potato salad for the potluck after church. The three of them gathered things together and out the door they went.

  ***

  It was a beautiful autumn day and everyone was walking in the street, including the Keaton’s. Neighbors walked over to introduce themselves to Cassie and Skye to welcome them to their town. Especially in church, the communion felt among these people was unmatched by anything Cassie had ever experienced. All the people shared the love and fellowship, whether they were townsfolk or farmer. But then, not that many farmers attended the church in town. They favored a small country chapel, hidden in the back roads of the rolling hills they loved. It would seem that even in religion, there were significant differences.

  Inside the church, Todd and Skye had taken seats in one of the pews. Todd could not get close enough to Skye. He started to over-exceed his possessiveness, by putting his arm in back of Skye over the pew. Sara was well aware of the placement of that arm, as she excused herself and moved past him. She cleared her throat as she went, and sat on the other side of Skye. At this, Todd removed his arm and sat postulant throughout the service. None of this was lost on Chris, who sat on the other side of the church with his family. He stifled a laugh and looked over at his mother who gave him a stern look.

  The service was more enjoyable than Cassie had expected, with lots of singing and a humorous minister who knew just how to keep the congregation from drifting too far away. But during communion, alone with her thoughts, Cassie began to break down. It was difficult praying to God and remembering her parents. Marion handed Cassie a packet of tissues and gave her a hug at the first sign of tears, but this kind act only made things worse. Chris could only stare straight ahead, fighting the lump that was forming in his own throat.

  ***

  After church, the Keaton family headed for home.

  “Did you see the new girl sitting over by the window, Chris? Do you think that’s Sara’s niece? And wasn’t that Todd sitting with her?” Geri asked full of questions.

  “It wouldn’t surprise me,” he said, not really listening. He was trying to start a conversation with Cassie and nothing else really interested him at the moment.

  “Christopher!” shouted Geri, demanding his attention. “Do you know who I’m talking about?”

  “Yeah, Geri, I’ve already met Skye, she’s great, and she’s with Todd, now shut up.”

  “Christopher Keaton! We don’t need that type of language on Sunday morning,” Marion scolded.

  “I’m sorry, Mom, but tell her to mind her own business. She’s been bugging me all weekend.”

  Cassie started to laugh, releasing the tension that had plagued her during the service. This type of sibling rivalry was new to her and she was beginning to see what it would have been like, had she grown up with a brother or sister. She started up the conversation again by turning to Geri, “Are you talking about that busty brunette with the pink ribbon in her hair?”

  “Yeah,” Geri said, her eyes lighting up. “She certainly had Todd’s attention. Did you get a good look at him? Isn’t he just about the dreamiest guy you’ve ever seen?”

  Cassie glanced over at Chris, “Well, of course I did.” Then she smiled. “I can always spot the really tuff looking guys in a crowd.”

  Chris was looking down at the ground smiling. He was glad Cassie was herself again and he knew they were just teasing him, but it was starting to bother him about Todd. All he could think about was how Skye had completely ignored him in favor of his so-called friend.

  What if Cassie likes Todd? I’d better keep her away from him for a while. No reason to take any chances.

  “By the way, Geri, who was that cute guy you couldn’t stop looking at?” Cassie questioned. “You know who I mean; he was sitting a couple of rows in front of us.”

  “Oh, I can answer that one,” Chris gladly chimed in, raising his hand. “That would be Teddy, Todd’s little brother.” Chris then turned to Geri, “I had no idea you were that interested. Maybe I should tell him.”

  “You do, and you will be so sorry, Chris. I can cause you so much more trouble than you could ever cause me. Just think about it, brother.”

  Their private conversations were interrupted as neighbors came over to walk alongside them, making their way home. Suddenly, Cassie realized everyone was walking in the street and she looked up at the clock tower.

  “Should all these girls be walking out here? I don’t remember hearing the alarm go off.” She threw a puzzled look at Marion.

  Everyone within earshot started to laugh.

  “Well, Cassie,” Marion explained, “It would be a little too hard for our girls to go to church and not worry about getting caught. The alarms won’t be going off today, remember? Sunday is designated as a day of rest.” She reached over and gave Cassie a hug. “I’m really pleased you noticed, dear. It shows me you are finally paying attention.”

  Chris reached over and took her hand. “If you have any other questions about the rules, I’ll be glad to answer them for you.”

  Cassie slid her hand away from his. “I think I’m better off asking your mother those types of questions.” Then she gave him a smile, “I’m not getting married anytime soon.”

  Chris couldn’t help but
see the humor in this last remark, like he was ready for marriage? A good time maybe, but not marriage. He gave her a sideways glance, thinking she was awfully cute. Then a sobering thought raced through his mind, how was he going to keep that stupid farmer away from her.

  This was Chris’ dilemma. He knew he had to marry the right girl. That was a given. The Keaton name was important to Parkerville and it was his responsibility to marry a girl from the correct lineage. He was already beginning to get bored with the girls in town, whom he was expected to marry. Then the picture of Todd chasing after Skye entered his mind. He was a little afraid Todd would marry Skye the first day she was eligible. At least she had a link to Parkerville through her aunt, but he had no idea why Cassie was brought there. He let out a sigh and shook his head, “Why is everything going crazy all of a sudden.”

  Everyone looked at Chris. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence and Justin was the first to speak. “Well I’m sorry to hear that, Son. Is there something we can do to help?”

  “Oh, no, Dad,” Chris said, with a nervous laugh. “I was just thinking about something I need to figure out. It doesn’t concern anyone here.” He hoped this little white lie would get him off the hook.

  “I’ll just bet it doesn’t concern anyone here.” Geri laughed, looking first at Chris and then at Cassie.

  “Just mind your own business, Squirt, and you’ll live longer.”

  “Chris . . . Geri, could we please talk about something else?” Marion was getting a little perturbed by all this bickering. “Cassie, you walk up here with me so we can discuss your room. We have a lot to do before this day is over.

  Monday Morning

  Cassie was just waking from the depths of a very sweet dream, when she found herself staring up at a now familiar face, smiling down at her from the ceiling.

  “Gees,” Cassie gasped, as she pulled her blanket up to her nose. “What do you want with me?”

  “You have to find me, dear. Time is running out. You must look in the book.”

  “What book? What are you talking about?” Cassie whispered as loud as she could at the old woman’s face. But the face melted away in front of her.

  Cassie closed her eyes, as she tried to convince herself it was just her imagination, when a knock on her door jolted her back to reality.

  “Cassie, we’re all waiting for you.” Geri sang from the other side of the door.

  Cassie sprang up in bed. “Oh, come in, Geri,” she said, in a hurried voice. “Is it time to get ready?”

  Geri walked into the room and sat on the side of Cassie’s bed. “Yeah, everyone’s getting up. You like your room okay?”

  “Sure, I think it’s wonderful. It will be even more wonderful, after I get used to it.”

  “Would you mind if I came up sometimes and spend time with you, and just talk? I’ve never had a sister before.”

  “Of course, Geri, whenever you feel like it. We girls have to stick together, you know.” Cassie reached over and tugged on one of Geri’s braids. “I guess I’d better hurry.” She walked cautiously to the window and peeked through the blinds. “Do you think its warm enough for shorts?”

  “I think so. It’s supposed to be close to 80 degrees today. Daddy said we were having an Indian summer, but we always have nice weather on our picnic days.” Geri sneaked over to the window behind Cassie. “What are we looking for?”

  Cassie jumped a little at Geri’s question. “Oh, nothing, I just thought I saw something in that tree the other day, but it was probably just my imagination.”

  “Well, better not take too long getting dressed. Chris is getting a little antsy downstairs.” Geri winked as she closed the door behind her.

  “That little girl is quite a trip,” Cassie said, as she entered the bathroom to take a quick shower.

  A half hour later, she came out, brushing her hair back into a ponytail. She went to her dresser and pulled out her cutest pair of shorts and top. The shorts were pink with white lace trim and the top was a white peasant blouse, with pink and blue flowers embroidered at the neckline. She pulled the top down over her shoulders.

  “This ought to heat things up at the picnic.”

  Everyone was waiting for Cassie in the kitchen.

  “Just grab a couple of donuts, Cassie, so we can get over to the park and find a nice area to set up for our picnic,” Marion said, as she walked up behind her. “Oh, you know, sweetie, you might want to wear that top above your shoulders.”

  Cassie smiled and fixed her blouse in the more conservative fashion.

  “Okay,” Justin commanded, “Everyone grab something and let’s get this show on the road. I pulled the car up to the back door, so the sooner we get it loaded, the sooner we can eat.”

  ***

  Margie and Bud Kane were up early with the last minute baking, packing food in boxes and picnic baskets, and putting the finishing touches on everything. Margie loved every minute of it.

  “I hope the chicken isn’t too greasy. I wrapped it in foil, but you never know. Oh, well, there’s lots of paper napkins. Oh, and Bud, be careful with the cake, I’ve gone to a lot of trouble with it.”

  Margie was famous for her chocolate cake with hard white icing. It was really delicious. However, the icing sometimes tended to break off. She slid it into a cake taker and carefully handed it to Bud, who pretended to drop it. Margie squealed in mock horror and with a smile said, “Quit clowning around and take it out to the car.”

  “Okay, sweetie, anything for ma baby!” Bud gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and was out the door.

  Margie started making breakfast. She hadn’t gotten the boys up, because she knew they would just be in the way. She figured the smell of bacon and eggs would soon waft its way upstairs and do the job for her.

  It wasn’t very long before she heard the rumble of feet on the stairs. Todd and Teddy came down the stairs and into the kitchen. Todd was wearing only the bottom half of his pajamas and some slippers. Teddy was fully dressed and ready to start the day.

  Margie asked Teddy to go out and see if his father needed any help. “At least he’s dressed,” she said as she raised an eyebrow to Todd, who totally ignored the remark while eating his breakfast.

  Teddy came back ten minutes later and sat down to his breakfast. Todd was just finishing his, when Teddy casually mentioned he’d just seen an old pickup truck parked in Mrs. Davis’ driveway. He’d hardly finished talking, when Todd was up and out the back door in a flash, which left their mother to remark, “Now what in the world was that all about. He’s not even dressed!”

  Todd was running down the driveway and out onto the sidewalk leading to Skye’s house. Todd ran up to the pickup truck, out of breath, and leaned against it. “Yeah,” he said, catching his breath, “this old truck sure looks familiar!”

  Just then, Jake walked out the kitchen door with a box full of food. He looked shocked when he saw Todd leaning up against the truck half naked.

  “Well, hello, Todd, what are you up to this early in the morning? If you’ve come to take Miss Skye to the picnic, I think I’d put a few more clothes on.”

  “Oh, Jake,” Todd heaved a sigh of relief. “Am I glad to see you.” Then realizing what Jake had just said, he looked down at himself and then at the kitchen door. He turned and ran back down the street.

  Jake shook his head and put the box in the truck.

  However, across the street Marabelle had come out of her back door, reluctantly carrying a pot full of beans her mother had baked. When she saw Todd, out of breath and leaning against the truck, with those tanned muscular arms and tousled hair, well, it was too much! She dropped the beans all over the ground and lumbered across the lawn toward the street. But she was too late. Todd had already turned and ran back down the sidewalk, not even looking her way.

  She just stood there, perplexed. Then, she saw Skye come out the Davis’ kitch
en door carrying a cooler, looking oh so cute in her little white, embroidered T-shirt and jean shorts. She had her long hair pulled back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.

  “Well,” Marabelle said, a little miffed, “she thinks she is so cute, well, I can run cute rings around her any time. Wait until Todd sees me at the picnic he won’t even know what hit him.”

  Todd walked back into the kitchen and sat down opposite Teddy, who was slowly finishing his glass of milk. Todd glared at him asking, “How did you know, Teddy?”

  Teddy put his milk down, and with a phony, questioning look on his face asked, “Know what, Todd?”

  “How did you know about the truck, Ted? I mean, you couldn’t have known. There’s no way, unless . . . where were you the other night, when you were supposed to be in bed?”

  Margie was standing at the sink drying dishes, listening intently to this strange conversation.

  “Well, Todd . . .” Teddy drew out. “You said I couldn’t sleep out with you guys the other night, so I was just coming out to see if you could use another blanket. I just sort of heard a little of the conversation you and Chris were having. I heard you mention some big guy in an old pickup truck, and well, you said if you ever saw that truck again, around Skye, you’d . . .”

  “Okay, okay, I get the point . . . you little sneak!” Todd looked over at his mother and said, “And you condone this type of behavior from your youngest son . . . eavesdropping on Chris and me?”

  Margie became indignant now, “I certainly do not and I’ll speak to your father. Don’t think you’re going to get away with this, Teddy! How would you like Todd spying on you like that?”

  “My life is boring! Nothing exciting ever happens to me, like anyone would even care.” Teddy got up from the table and slammed out the door.

  Margie just sighed and turned back to her dishes. With her back to Todd she said, “I wouldn’t make too much of this, honey. It was just a little brotherly prank. Now, I think you should go upstairs and get dressed. Aren’t you going over to Mrs. Davis’ house to pick up Skye?”

  Todd shrugged his shoulders and started for the stairs. Over her shoulder his mother asked, “Did Skye see you in your pajamas?”

  “No, thank God, she didn’t . . . only Jake. I left before she came out.”

  Margie chuckled as she heard him bound up the stairs.

  It wasn’t too long before everyone was ready to go. Todd looked sharp in a navy blue T-shirt and a pair of Khaki shorts. His hair was combed back and a pair of sunglasses disguised his beautiful blue eyes, as he headed straight for the Davis’ house.

  Skye was just coming out the kitchen door with a folding chair when Todd swept up behind her, took the chair, and stacked it onto Jake’s truck.

  “Whoa, where did you come from? I thought it was Homer. He’s been popping back and forth all morning asking if he can help. Aunt Sara has scooted him out of here quite a few times.”

  Todd was relieved to hear it was just Homer. He looked around before he said, “As long as that sister of his isn’t anywhere around.”

  “Nope, haven’t seen her for a while, but then, I’ve never really met her . . . just kind of heard of her. Oh, and the first day I got here, she was standing over there just glaring at me. Gee, I don’t know why.”

  Just talking about Marabelle made Skye shiver.

  Sara came out at this point and told Todd and Skye she would see them at the park. She got into the truck with Jake and they drove off together.

  Todd took Skye by the hand.

  “You look really great! I didn’t realize you were so tan.”

  “Working on the farm all summer, you can’t really help but get a good tan. You should see my sister and brother-in-law.”

  In the window across the street, the curtains were parted. When Marabelle saw them walk off together, she withdrew from the window and went back to her mirror. Humming to herself, she picked up two rubber bands and started brushing her hair.

  The Picnic

  When the Keaton’s arrived at Double Oak Park, it was difficult to try and meet all the people who were surrounding them, curious about the new addition to their family. A spot was finally agreed upon by a majority vote and all the picnic goodies were placed on the wooden picnic table.

  “Good heavens,” Marion replied, “I can’t believe all the good tables are almost gone. It looks like the whole town has turned out this year.”

  Justin was firing up the grill and Marion was handing out orders for everyone to follow. It wasn’t long before everything was set up and the waiting began for the appropriate time to eat.

  “I spoke to Sara last night after church,” started Marion, “and she told me she and her niece, Skye, will be here today. I asked her to visit our table once they get settled. She’s the same age as you are, Cassie.”

  “Oh, that’s great! I was a little nervous about starting school without knowing anyone.”

  Geri excused herself and ran off to find her friends.

  Chris approached Cassie and offered to introduce her to some of his friends, promising his mom and dad they wouldn’t be gone for very long.

  “Well,” Justin smiled at his wife, after the kids were all gone, “it looks like it’s just you and me for a while.” Marion walked over and put her arm around her husband.

  “Cassie looks a lot like Helene, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah, but she has his eyes and his crazy sense of humor. I don’t think I’ve seen Chris and Geri laugh as much as they do around her. I wish John would have understood his part in all of this. It would have been nice to watch Cassie grow up.”

  “Well, he knew how special Cassie would be in Parkerville, and I guess he didn’t want to share her.”

  “You’re right about that. He seemed a little uneasy when Helene first told us she was having a baby. I don’t think he wanted us to know.”

  “I remember that. They just picked up and left. I’m just grateful he got back in touch with you. I guess your friendship was stronger than his fear of Parkerville.” Marion turned and softly kissed her husband. “I’m so proud of you, Justin. If you hadn’t been such a good friend to John, we wouldn’t have Cassie here today.”

  ***

  Skye and Todd reached the park a little after Sara and Jake, who were sitting in the truck talking to some friends. Todd climbed into the bed of the truck looking around for an unclaimed table. All at once, Todd yelled, “Come on!” He jumped down and raced across the lawn with Skye, who was trying to keep up and laughing all the way. Another couple were headed for the same table, but Todd was bound to get there first.

  With just a second to go, they reached the table and sat down quickly and claimed it. The other couple gave them a friendly thumbs-up and went in search for another one.

  Todd stood on top of the table and motioned for Jake and Sara. At that point, he also saw his mom, dad, and Teddy drive through the gate; so he also motioned for them.

  Sara had been sharing picnic tables with the Kane's for many years. Her husband, Tommy, and Bud were very close all of the years they lived on their street. And now she had her niece to join with the Kane's on this Family Day.

  Skye started to help her aunt unpack the food, when Margie and her family joined in. Sara introduced Skye to Teddy, as he was the only member of his family she hadn’t really met. His face turned bright red as he said hi and then took off across the grass to find some of his friends.

  After the truck and car were emptied, Jake and Bud brought out the lawn chairs and stretched out, while the women took care of the rest. Sara asked if Skye and Todd could take some of the food over to the community banquet table. Everyone brought extra food, specialties, that they made every year.

  Unfortunately, Mrs. Fludge’s baked beans would not be a part of it this year, which was a relief to everyone else.

  After dropping off the food, the
y started back to the table when they saw Margie and Sara motioning for them to come over to another table. As soon as Skye and Todd approached, Sara said, “I want to introduce you to my friends, the Keaton’s. You met Chris the other day with Todd, but these are Chris’s parents, Marion and Justin.”

  Skye smiled, “It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve been hearing so much about you from my aunt.”

  Todd was still holding Skye’s hand, which did not go unnoticed by any of the women present . . . especially Marion.

  “And you, Todd,” Marion asked, “How have you been, dear? We haven’t seen you around the house in a couple of days. Been very busy? And, Skye, that’s such a cute name.”

  “Thank you. My mother loved the name. She saw the name in a book she was reading about Ireland, a couple of days before I was born. She had to get my dad’s permission, since he wanted to name me Roberta. Thank God he loved my mother enough to change his mind.

  Marion smiled and turned her attention back to Todd. “Well, Chris and Cassie were here just a little while ago. Oh, Skye, I do want you to meet our new addition to the family. Cassie came the same day as you, so you already have a lot in common. Oh, and I don’t think you’ve met her either, have you, Todd?”

  Todd shook his head, “No, ma’am, I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure.”

  Well, Chris has just been wonderful to her. He showed her around town last night and they really seem to be having a lot of fun together, but I don’t want Chris to monopolize all her time. She’s going to be very popular in school.”

  Todd looked bewildered

  “Yeah, right,” Geri snickered as she appeared behind Todd.

  Todd turned around and smiled. “Hey, Geri.”

  “So, where’s your brother?” Geri asked as casually as she could.

  “Oh, he’s around here somewhere. I’m sure he’ll pop up when it’s time to eat.”

  Marion smiled at her impish daughter, “Sweetie, why don’t you go look for Chris and Cassie. I want Todd . . . and Skye, to meet her.”

  “Oh, I bet I know where they are. I know lots of stuff,” Geri remarked gleefully, before running off.

  “Oh, well,” Marion, sighed. “I guess you’ll bump into them eventually.”

  They all promised to get together later, and returned to their tables.

  Skye asked if there was anything else she and Todd could help with, but Sara told her to go have some fun. So off they went.

  “Those two are going to be an item, I do believe,” Margie remarked.

  “Yes, I’m pretty sure of it. I’m just a little worried for Skye.”

  “You don’t have to worry about Todd. My son is a perfect gentleman.”

  “I know that! It’s just . . . well, she just left a bad situation, with an overbearing young man by the name of Mac Brennan, who is going to be someone to be reckoned with one of these days.”

  “Not Big Mac’s son?” Margie questioned.

  “Yes, and you know what a trouble maker he can be.”

  “Oh, Todd can handle him. Don’t worry; everything will turn out the way it’s supposed to. Now, you’ve got to try my peach cobbler.”

  The Bench

  Cassie and Chris were making their way through the crowd, with very little being said between the two. But soon, Cassie noticed the path they were walking down was taking them away from the crowd instead of toward it. She didn’t say anything, since she was curious to see where they were going and she was enjoying the walk. It felt good being in the park with Chris. The sun was shining and a slight breeze met them as they passed an occasional clump of trees. Birds were singing and the sound of the creek they walked along made the whole scene very romantic. Chris motioned her to a deserted bench and they sat down.

  “So, what do you think of our rules?” Chris began, “Getting married is all anyone thinks about in this town. It certainly puts a lot of pressure on guys like me.”

  “So I’ve heard,” Cassie answered, watching the water bubble over the rocks in the creek. She didn’t want to look at Chris just yet. “And what about you, are you ready to get married?”

  “Hell, no!” Chris blurted out without thinking. “There’s a lot I want to see and do before I get caught in any marriage.”

  Cassie started to laugh, “But I thought it was the other way around.”

  “Yeah, yeah, that’s what they’d like you to think, but I’m finding out most women know exactly what they’re doing. They won’t give you the time of day if they think you’re not interested in marriage. So you’ve got to pretend to chase after them and hope you don’t get caught in all the excitement.”

  Cassie smiled, “Don’t worry, Chris, you don’t have to pretend to chase after me. And if you want to know the time . . . just ask. I’ll be looking at the big clock in the square. So, now that we know where each of us stands on this marriage thing, why are you giving me so much grief over my wanting to see Joshua? How would that interfere with your life?”

  “First of all, my folks would feel they had failed in some horrible way, and second, I feel it’s my duty to try and protect you from that type of vermin.”

  “Oh, you could have fooled me. I was beginning to think you might be jealous.”

  “Jealous!” Chris yelled, “of Joshua Edwards? Not in this lifetime.” Chris was angry she even brought up the jerk’s name. “I just don’t think he deserves someone like you.” He felt his face start to go red and he looked away.

  Cassie just smiled to herself. This guy just doesn’t have a clue. “Chris, why don’t we stop all this fighting and just try talking to one another for a change? I really don’t know anything about you. All I’ve been able to figure out is you have a good friend named Todd and an enemy named Joshua.”

  Chris started to laugh. “Yeah, I guess we haven’t really gotten to know one another very well. There’s a lot I’d like to find out about you, too.”

  Chris began to tell Cassie about his final years in high school, and how different it was to be in college and working toward a career. He was a little sad that his carefree days were about to end.

  Cassie was enjoying this different side of Chris and hung onto every word. They would have spent the entire afternoon on that bench, if it hadn’t been for all the other couples looking for a place to retreat. Chris could see Todd and Skye coming down the path and he wasn’t ready for an encounter. He told Cassie they’d better check and see if lunch was ready, as he grabbed her hand and started to pull her away from the bench. “We’d better hurry,” he lied, “Mom will have a fit if we’re late.”

  ***

  Todd and Skye were walking down the path and spotted an empty bench, as a couple had just relinquished it. Todd thought he recognized Chris, but not the girl. Skye just caught a glimpse of blond, sun-streaked hair, before they disappeared into the woods.

  They sat down and Skye purposefully kept her hands folded in her lap. Her feelings for Todd were pretty evident, probably to everyone, but it was still up to her how far it would go.

  Todd wanted to keep the conversation light, so he started off with, “So, am I going to have to worry about Michael, or Homer, for that matter?”

  Skye smiled and coyly replied, “Well, that depends on what you mean by worry. They’re both pretty nice guy’s. I consider Homer and Michael my friends. So, are you threatened by my having too many friends?”

  Todd leaned back against the bench. “You can never have too many friends. You did say that was all Mac was, right? A friend . . . just a friend?”

  Skye looked at Todd, as her face was very serious, “Yes, Mac is a friend, a very good friend. He has been for a long time, but he sometimes gets carried away with his feelings. Todd, I love Mac, but not the way you think. I love Mac like a brother, that’s all.”

  “Well, that kiss he gave you was not a brotherly kiss. I mean, you seemed to enjoy it, didn’t you?” r />
  Skye got up off the bench and gave Todd a penetrating stare, ready for battle.

  “Todd, what’s this all about? You don’t even know Mac, and for that matter, you don’t know me all that well. Whatever is between Mac and I is just that. It’s between him and me, and nobody else! I think this conversation has gone far enough. I’m going to go back and see if my aunt needs me.”

  She started to stomp off, but Todd grabbed her around the waist and turned her to face him.

  “You’re right, I’m sorry. Whatever is between you and Mac is just that. I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot. I know we just met, but it’s my aim in life to get to know everything about you. Look, please don’t be mad. Let’s just forget about this whole thing and have some fun. What do you say?”

  Skye always had a difficult time coming back down from being angry. “Okay, I accept your apology, and I’m sorry I got so mad. I have a bit of a temper and I really need to keep it under control.”

  Todd took her by the hand, “Come on, let’s take a walk down by the creek and try to cool off a little. For September, it’s really hot today.”

  ***

  Back at the picnic, Marion was watching Chris and Cassie approach. She gave Justin a nudge.

  “I tried to tell you not to worry,” Justin said. “Those two will be fine. They’re already fighting like brother and sister. I am hoping Chris will ask Skye out, once he meets her. She’s a real beauty and they’ll make a fine couple.” He looked back down at the hamburgers on the grill and sighed in relief.

  Marion caught Sara’s eye and motioned for her to come over to their table. Sara walked over to Cassie and introduced herself.

  “Hello, Cassie, my name is Sara Davis. I have my niece, Skye, living with me now. She’s the same age as you and I really hope that the two of you will become friends.”

  “Wow, that’ll be great,” Cassie said as she took her hand. “I haven’t met any girls my own age yet. I can’t wait to meet her.”

  Cassie and Chris filled their plates and found a spot under an apple tree, where Geri and her friends had taken possession of a nearby picnic table.

  “I hope you don’t mind sitting on the ground,” Chris asked as he laid a blanket under the tree. “I thought it would be nice to enjoy some privacy.”

  “No, this is just fine,” Cassie said, as she leaned back against the trunk of the tree. Chris smiled and listened as Cassie started to tell him about her old high school and the friends she left behind. It gave him a chance to study her. He thought she was more cute than pretty, but he hadn’t really been close enough to memorize all her features. Her hair was sun streaked but a little darker around her face. She had soft, pale grey eyes, framed by darker lashes and brows. She had a cute nose and her mouth was bow-shaped and full. He also noticed a little dimple that appeared on the right side of her mouth, when she smiled a certain way. She had a cute figure and nice legs, but in his mind, she was no Amanda Stewart!

  “Are you listening to me?” Cassie asked, since she wasn’t getting any response from her suitor.

  “I’m sorry,” Chris grinned, “but sometimes you have a hypnotic effect on me.”

  Cassie smiled and continued her story. She knew she was rattling on and on, but she was too nervous to stop. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and her mouth was just trying to keep up.

  Justin and Marion were close by, keeping things under control.

  “You know, I couldn’t wait until those two started speaking, but now I’m a little worried about them being alone in the house. Justin, I think you and Chris need to have a nice father/son talk, before things start to get out of hand.”

  Marion could sense the beginning of a little romance that might need to be squelched. “I can hardly wait for Cassie to meet Todd. Don’t you think they would be perfect for one another? So, I wonder where Margie and Budd are. They should have been here by now.”

  Chris started to lean toward Cassie, as she was talking. She tried to move back, but her head was already pressed against the tree.

  “You’re going to hurt dad’s feelings if you don’t eat that hamburger,” Chris laughed.

  “Oh, I’m sure it’s great, but I’m just not that hungry right now,” Cassie lied, looking away. There is no way am I eating anything as messy as a hamburger, this close to a guy. She then stared back at him and felt her heart come to a stop. She thought he was going to kiss her, when she heard . . .

  “Chris and Cassie sitting in a tree, K–I–S–S–I–N–G.”

  Everyone at Geri’s table was singing and laughing. Chris smiled and looked down at the ground. Cassie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She hoped he didn’t hear her. She was totally unnerved. Oh, God, please don’t let me drop this whole plate of food onto my lap.

  Chris turned toward Geri’s table. “Okay, kiddies, that’s really funny, but can’t you see you’re embarrassing Cassie? Why don’t you go somewhere else and play.”

  “Well, yeah, I’d be embarrassed too, if you were trying to kiss me.” Geri laughed back at Chris.

  Chris sighed and shook his head. He knew it was useless to fight with Geri. He looked back at Cassie, “Since you don’t want to eat, would you like to go for another walk?”

  “Sure,” she said, glad to have the attention taken way.

  After Chris disposed of the paper plates, he took both her hands and pulled her up. There was a slight slope to the ground under the tree, which caused Cassie to fall forward a little as she tried to stand. She stopped her fall by putting her hands on Chris’ chest. He quickly placed his arms around her waist.

  “Nice catch, Chris,” yelled out Kevin, one of Geri’s friends. The others just roared with laughter.

  If Cassie wasn’t embarrassed before, she certainly was now. The embrace only lasted a moment, but it was long enough to cause a lot of commotion. Everyone nearby turned to look. She pulled away and looked to see who might be watching. She did this more out of nervousness than anything else. She stared at a few tables over, where she saw a familiar straw hat, with Joshua glaring back at Chris. She quickly turned back to Chris, but he had also seen him and his jaw was clenched in the same way as Joshua’s was at the burger bar.

  “Well,” she began in desperation. “Where do you want to go?”

  Chris didn’t say anything. He just grabbed her hand and led her in the opposite direction. They walked in silence, while Chris fought to control his anger.

  “I’m really sorry to be like this,” he said softly, “but that guy turns me inside out.”

  They continued walking along the creek in silence, looking for an empty bench. Cassie wanted so badly to look back and see if they were being followed, but she knew she had to resist the temptation. She didn’t want to upset Chris any more than he already was.

  They finally came to a small path, which broke away from the main stream of traffic and lead them to a secluded spot, at the edge of the park. Cassie was feeling a little uneasy, but her excitement was overriding her common sense. She knew this was asking for trouble, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be kissed.

  Chris led her to a lone bench, hidden behind a couple of large rhododendrons. He put his arm around her shoulders and stared at her face for a moment. He lifted his free hand and gently ran his index finger along her bottom lip.

  “I love the shape of your mouth,” he said softly. She closed her eyes as she felt his lips press against hers.

  Chris ended the kiss gently. “I think you’re wonderful,” he said as he kissed the side of her mouth one last time.

  She opened her eyes and looked down at the ground. She’d been kissed before, quite a few times in fact, but never like this.

  But Chris was too concerned with the pounding of his own heart to notice Cassie was trembling. His attraction to her was overwhelming . . . although he couldn’t understand why.

  Suddenly, their beautiful moment was shattered by
the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

  “Hello, Chris.”

  Standing directly in front of them was Ruth Ann. She had her hands on her hips and was frantically tapping her foot. “What’s the meaning of this?” she asked, while she glared at Cassie.

  The shock of this intrusion forced both Cassie and Chris to bolt up off the bench.

  “I’m not sure I know what you mean . . . or even know who you are,” replied Chris.

  Ruth Ann started to laugh. “Of course you know who I am, silly.” She stepped a little closer and whispered to Chris. “Don’t you remember? You kissed me at Burgers.” Even though this was whispered, it was loud enough for Cassie to hear.

  “Why, Christopher Keaton, are you two-timing me with Ruth Ann?” Cassie questioned angrily, all the while struggling to keep a straight face. “I may never speak to you again!” She took off down the path toward the picnic area, leaving Chris alone with his new girlfriend.

  “Why, Ruth Ann,” he said cautiously, “I only meant that kiss in friendship, and it was on your hand.”

  As he spoke, he could hear giggling coming from a clump of trees near the path. Ruth Ann’s friend, Sue, stepped out; followed by two rather large farm boys.

  “Now stop that giggling, Sue, this is serious,” Ruth Ann yelled at her friend. She turned back toward Chris and said, “My family thinks it’s pretty serious, too.”

  The farm boys were standing in front of the path, with their arms crossed. Considering their size, this was a wall Chris would have a lot of trouble getting through.

  Cassie was running along the path, expecting Chris to catch up to her at any moment. All at once, she was grabbed around the waist from behind. She started to laugh, thinking it was Chris, but she felt the brim of a straw-hat brush her face, as her captor bent down to kiss her on the neck.

  “Joshua!” Cassie said in a startled voice. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Joshua spun her around, picked her up, and carried her to a grassy spot away from the path. He placed her gently on the ground and sat down beside her.

  “Well, darlin’, I just thought you might like a little excitement in your life. You won’t find very much hangin’ around a wimp like Chris.”

  “Now look here, Joshua, I won’t let you talk about Chris like that, especially when he isn’t here to defend himself.”

  Joshua just smiled. He knew all about Chris’ predicament. He had told those two ‘good ole’ boys’ to keep Chris busy for a spell.

  “I’m sorry, darlin’, I didn’t intend to make you mad. I’m plannin’ on devotin’ my whole life to makin’ you happy.”

  Cassie shook her head and smiled. For some reason, she just couldn’t get mad at this exasperating, yet endearing, farm boy.

  But a little farther down the path, Chris wasn’t faring quite as well.

  “Now listen guys, let’s not do anything foolish over this. You know damn well it was just a kiss on the hand.”

  “My name’s Rufus and this here is my brother, Randy, and who do you think you are, swearin’ in the faces of these sweet young ladies.”

  Sue squealed and raced toward Rufus, forcing Randy to jump out of the way to avoid being bowled over. Chris jumped over the side of the bench and ran for his life down the path.

  Cassie could hear the stampede of feet coming closer to where she and Joshua were sitting. Chris went flying by, completely unaware of their presence, with Randy and Rufus close behind. The two farm girls were lumbering along, when Ruth Ann lost her footing and crashed to the ground in a spray of twigs and leaves.

  Carol Jean was coming around the corner when she saw Ruth Ann floundering on the ground. She went over to help, but wasn’t strong enough to pull Ruth Ann to her feet. Sue, who was leaning against a tree laughing, was no help at all.

  Joshua sighed. “Guess I’d better go help her up.” He stood and reached down to pull Cassie up by the hand. He pulled her close and kissed her hard on the mouth. If he hadn’t had his arm around her back to hold her up, Cassie would have fallen over backward. A bolt of feelings went through her like an electric shock. He could tell she was shaken by his kiss and he smiled, “I told you it’d be the sweetest kiss you ever had.” He then turned around and went to help Ruth Ann.

  Cassie couldn’t believe the way she was feeling. Wow, Chris’ kiss was sweet, but Joshua . . . that was pure passion. She started to walk back toward the picnic site, walking slowly, so she could calm down and no one would suspect she had just had two romantic encounters in the woods. As she walked around the trunk of a large oak tree, she thought she heard someone singing.

  “Young love, sweet young love, filled with many, many questions.”

  Cassie stopped in her tracks. “Is someone there?” she asked, as she peered through the trees. But no one answered. As she continued on her way, she thought she heard a woman laughing and the sound of a tambourine.

  Cassie finally returned to the picnic table, joking about hearing someone singing and getting a little lost looking for them, so no one would question her being so late. She was still a little rattled and very grateful Chris was busy ranting on and on about Randy and Rufus.

  Misha and Marabelle

  Skye and Todd heard laughing, as they headed down a leaf-covered path toward the rushing waters of Penny Pot Creek. There on the bank, they saw a very strange sight. A woman, whose dress was made of colorful scarves, with scarves also in her hair, was sitting on the bank of the creek. She had her right hand dangling in the ripples of water. She looked up as Skye and Todd approached.

  “Hello, sweet young people!” she said, in a thick Russian accent.

  “Hi, Misha, this is my friend, Skye.”

  “I know you!” Misha scrambled up from the bank to stand in front of Skye.

  “Oh, you do?” Skye sounded surprised.

  Misha, with hands on her hips, looked deeply into Skye’s eyes. “Ah, yes, it is there, I knew it!”

  “What’s there?” Skye asked, “And how do you know me?”

  Todd rolled his eyes, as he wasn’t sure what was to come next.

  “Yes, yes, of course I know you, little girl. You are from the Irish and you come here for us all. I am right?”

  Skye looked from Misha to Todd, and back to Misha.

  “Well, I am right, no?” Misha demanded an answer.

  “Ah, well, I came to live with my aunt, Sara Davis. Maybe you know her?”

  “Of course, I know. I know all. I am gypsy in blood and in heart. I know, I always know.”

  “Well, Misha, it’s great seeing you, but I’m kind of showing Skye around the park here, and well, we should get going. So, we’ll be seeing ya.”

  Todd took Skye by the hand and led her away from the bank of the creek.

  “Bye,” Skye said, as she waved at Misha, who simply stared after them. She smiled a broad smile and flounced back down on the bank, slipping her hand back into the ripples.

  After they had gone a little way back into the woods, Skye stopped short. “What was that all about?”

  “That’s our gypsy. Doesn’t every town have one?”

  “No, not that I know of; I’ve always been a little leery of strange people, but she seems nice.”

  “Yeah, she is, but you just can’t tell her a darn thing. She knows everything. You can never surprise her and it’s just a little unnerving.”

  All of a sudden, Misha snuck up behind Todd, hitting her tambourine close to the back of his head.

  Todd jumped about a foot, tripped on a tree root and fell, clutching his hand to his chest.

  “That’s because I do know everything, you cute tall Todd person. Misha knows all! But, Misha doesn’t always tell all.” Then she winked at Skye and laughed at Todd’s expression of shock, as she continued down the path, twirling her skirts as she went.

  Skye had seen Misha coming out of the corner of her eye, and couldn’t help laughing at Todd’s surprise.

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bsp; Todd looked down the path at Misha, and then over at Skye. He was breathing heavily, after being frightened out of his wits. “Somehow, someway, I’ll get her for that.”

  With a mischievous grin and in a comical Russian accent Skye replied, “I don’t sink so, you tall Todd person, because Misha knows everything!”

  Todd gave up and climbed to his feet. This was hardly the way he wanted to impress a girl.

  “Come on, I know a gentler bank on this creek. We’ll head for that and hopefully Misha won’t be there to ruin it for us.”

  Todd and Skye walked on, chatting about Misha and the picnic. Finally they came to a beautiful clearing where the water was deep enough to swim. This was Todd’s favorite place and he was happy to quietly share it with Skye.

  All of a sudden, a voice behind them broke the silence. A voice that sent chills up Todd’s spine.

  “Well, what do we have here? Hello, Todd, who’s this? Oh, I know . . . the new girl in town!”

  Todd slowly turned around to see Marabelle smiling broadly at him. And she was certainly a sight to see. She was wearing a white T-shirt, on which she had sewn little ornaments around the neck, and a pair of denim pedal pushers . . . that barely held her in. In fact, they were bursting at the seams. But it was her hair! She had it parted in the middle, with two large ponytails on either side of her head, held by two big blue ribbons.

  Marabelle took Todd’s stunned amazement as a compliment. She smiled coquettishly and went to stand between Skye and him; however, when she went around Todd, she accidentally knocked Skye into the creek.

  Todd pushed Marabelle aside, which wasn’t an easy task, and held his hand out for Skye to grab, all the time yelling at Marabelle.

  “What did you do? Are you completely out of your mind? Skye, are you all right?”

  “Oh my, this is not a good way to meet my new neighbor. I am so sorry, but it was an accident, of course. Here, let me help you.” Marabelle took a step forward in back of Todd, and just as Todd was helping Skye up the bank, Todd went pitching forward and they both fell back into the creek.

  “Marabelle, you idiot, go away! Get out of here!” Todd yelled out.

  “But I want to help you. You weren’t supposed to fall in, sweetie. Here, take my hand.”

  At that point, Skye knew it was no accident. She looked up at Marabelle with murder in her eyes. The one thing in the whole world Skye hated the most was getting wet with her clothes on. Skye started rising from the creek and reached her hand up toward Marabelle.

  The last thing Marabelle wanted to do was help Skye, but it would look good to Todd. She leaned over and gave Skye her hand, only to find herself falling forward into the creek. A loud scream could be heard throughout the park, as water exploded into the air.

  “You rotten little brat, how dare you pull me in. I’ll get you for this you little . . .” Marabelle tried to continue, but slipped under the water. All that could be heard was muffled gargling. When her head did pop up, she was glaring at Skye, but she didn’t get a chance to continue the tirade.

  Skye looked over at a seated, soaking wet Marabelle. In a low angry voice she began to speak, “I don’t even know you and you have the nerve to knock me into the water . . . you great big wog! From now on you keep away from me, or I swear you’ll regret the day I moved onto your street.”

  Todd looked at Skye in amazement.

  Marabelle narrowed her eyes, but she didn’t say a word.

  Just then, Carol Jean, Ruth Ann, and Sue appeared. Carol Jean reached down and gave Skye a hand up. Together, Skye and Carol Jean grabbed Todd’s hands and pulled him up and all of them stood silent on the bank, looking down at Marabelle.

  Finally, when Skye turned to thank Carol Jean and glared at Marabelle, Carol Jean noticed Skye’s shirt.

  “Oh, Skye, you shouldn’t have gotten that T-shirt wet. Here, take my jacket.”

  Skye looked down at herself and let out a little squeal of embarrassment. Todd glanced over and almost fell back into the creek.

  “Yeah, thanks, Carol Jean!” Todd stammered and helped put the jacket around Skye.

  The three girls stayed behind, as the wet twosome headed back toward the picnic.

  Marabelle climbed out of the creek without anyone’s help.

  “Well, Marabelle, you really did it this time! What were you thinking, pushing them into the creek? That’s not exactly a great way to get a guy’s attention!”

  “That’s not the way it was supposed to happen and did you hear what she called me? What the heck is a wog? I’ll get her for that and I’ll get her for pulling me in, ruining my outfit!”

  Ruth Ann and Sue just laughed and went back to the picnic. Marabelle was always good for a laugh, when she wasn’t aiming for one of them.

  “You mean you planned this? You had a plan to get Skye?”

  “No, not exactly, I planned to lure Todd away, that’s all. See how I’m dressed? Skye and I are dressed alike, don’t you think!”

  Carol Jean looked at her in awe. When she regained her senses she asked, “Marabelle, what planet are you from, exactly? I mean, think about it. You’re at least 200 lbs. heavier and maybe six inches taller. Where did you get the idea that you two look alike?”

  Marabelle ignored Carol Jean’s sarcasm with, “Oh, you just don’t understand, Todd noticed it. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me. He practically undressed me with his eyes.”

  “No, no, Marabelle, no one would do that . . . especially Todd! Face it; he only has eyes for Skye. How can I get that through to you? Are you even listening to me?

  But Marabelle wasn’t listening. She was watching Todd and Skye walk through the trees, going back to the picnic. She started to follow, but Carol Jean and Sue pulled her back.