by Jodi Thomas
At the graveside, most people stayed in their cars. They all watched as Helena's daughters said their last goodbye. Paula clutched a page from a yellow legal pad in her hand. Patricia was too busy trying to corral her children to remember to place the rose Pastor Wayne had handed her on her mother's casket.
When the family moved away from the grave, Meredith expected the cars to leave, but no one did. Then she realized they were waiting for them, the widows, to finish their farewell. She chose to believe it was out of respect and not curiosity.
Randi stepped forward first. She spread her gloved hand out on the casket.
Anna was next. She placed her fingers on the box and whispered a prayer.
Crystal brushed a few snowflakes from the mahogany.
Meredith added her ungloved hand to the others atop the casket. She wanted to say something, but words would not come. Slowly, the four hands came together over Helena's coffin. They crossed as true as points of a compass from four different directions.
No one said a word. No one had to.
The wind circled snow in the air and blended with the fragrance of flowers from beside the grave. Slowly, each stepped away walking past the huge Whitworth stone where Helena had had her name carved beside J.D.'s months before.
Randi looped her arm in Crystal's. "How about I go home with you for Christmas? We'll split all those presents you piled beneath that huge tree and open them like they were all bought just for us."
Crystal grinned. "Sounds great."
Zack stepped forward and put a gentle arm around Anna. They had a flight to catch in a few hours to Italy. She wanted to spend a week with her family and then the new year seeing Rome with Zack. They planned to stay away long enough to give Carlo time to pack. They had agreed not to press charges and to give him a dozen broodmares if he would be gone when they returned.
Meredith watched them leave, knowing they would be married by the time she saw them again.
She turned toward her car. Sheriff Farrington waited halfway between her and the Mustang. As she passed him, he removed one of his gloves and took her hand, then fell into step with her as if he had done so a thousand times.
"I knew you'd be freezing," he mumbled as his warm hand covered her fingers.
Meredith smiled, realizing the whole town was probably watching. "You're holding my hand."
"Well, it was either that or follow behind you picking up frozen fingers as they fell off."
Meredith stopped walking and faced him. "You're holding my hand, Granger."
He smiled down at her. "That I am."
JODI THOMAS
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