Home to You

by Cheryl Wolverton

  Mary and Margaret were simply exaggerating. It was the attack as I came up the porch that threw me, however, and probably what fueled the sisters’ imagina-tions. The woman told me she wanted to be my sister and then she lunged out at me.”

  He shifted uncomfortably. He loved his mom and cared what she thought, but it was embarrassing to tell her about that bit.

  His mom didn’t laugh, however. Instead, she frowned. “Your sister? ”

  He nodded. “We’re not Catholic and she’s not a nun.

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  cident, but if it is…” He lifted a hand and ran it through his hair in frustration. “What could she have meant?”

  His mother rested one hand on top of the other, her brow furrowing as she contemplated what Cody had said.

  “Maybe your reasoning is where the problem is.”

  “What?” He resisted the urge to glance at his watch.

  “How do you mean?”

  “Well, she hugs you, calls herself a sister…so perhaps you do know her.”

  Dakota shook his head. “I haven’t met her before, Mom. I would remember her.”

  His mom lifted an eyebrow in a way only a mother can and he squirmed in response. “I meant that she’s a grown woman and in my line of work—”

  “Maybe she wasn’t an adult when you met her. Tell me exactly what she said yesterday.”

  Dakota felt time slipping away and knew he was going to be late. But, to solve this dilemma he needed to recount the story, find an answer and then see to helping this woman. Chandler’s would just have to wait.

  Quickly and concisely, he related all she had said.

  Slowly, his mom nodded. “Think back to your teenage years. You were always so generous. Is it possible you told someone they could move in with us and she could be your sister?”

  Dakota shook his head, then paused. “I wouldn’t have told any girl she could be my sister, but…”

  His mom cocked her head in sudden thought. “There was a little girl, a long time ago. You might not even remember her.” Carolyne paused and studied her son.

  “She was very special to you. She used to take your side whenever you and your sister would fight.”

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  Dakota’s eyes widened. The past came flooding back. Something in grade school he remembered. A playground and a little blond-haired girl. They had spit in each other’s hand. It was fuzzy, but he remembered some incident about her leaving and he didn’t want to lose her… “Molly, Marsha…”

  “Meghan.”

  “Meghan!” Dakota repeated after his mother and leaned forward, shaking his head in disbelief. He hadn’t thought of her in ages. “That’s impossible. It’s been so many years. I wouldn’t know her. She wouldn’t know me.”

  “But you did used to call her your best friend.”

  “She had blond hair, was skinny.” Dakota shook his head, unable to believe what his mom had suggested.

  “I don’t remember much except that she liked to make mud pies and we liked to swing on the swing set.”

  It couldn’t be, he thought. What would she be doing back here? “Last I heard they moved to Fort Worth.” He paused and then mused aloud. “I always did wonder what happened to her.”

  “The young woman is blond,” Dakota heard his mom say. “She called herself your best friend. True, she was inebriated at the time, but be that as it may, whether it is or is not Meghan, there is one thing you do know.”

  “What’s that?” Dakota asked as more and more snatches of memories presented themselves about a young girl he’d once known.

  “She came to you for help.”

  Dakota snapped to attention as compassion flooded him. Contrite, he realized his mom had made her point without chiding him once.

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  He nodded. “Yes, she did.”

  Guilty that he had been in such a hurry, he admitted how wise his mother was. Wisdom came with years and his mom was one of those who had helped guide him and direct him with sage words of advice. She didn’t correct him often, but when she did, she was usually right.

  “Excuse me?”

  Both mother and son turned at the timid sound.

  Dakota had tarried too long, for their guest stood at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in her outfit of the day before and looking much the worse for wear.

  He would have known she was there had she not said anything when the smell hit him.

  Yet, his compassion only grew as he saw the fear, embarrassment and reserved look in the way she stood, arms crossed across her stomach as if holding herself against any onslaught they might make. Her gaze shifted to his mom and then back to him.

  “I am really sorry but…” The woman’s voice came out hoarse and she winced, then lifted a hand to her head. Hangover headache, he thought.

  “Mrs. Ryder?” she asked, though her gaze was on Dakota. Finally, it turned back to his mother.

  His mom rose smoothly and crossed to her. “I am—

  Carolyne Ryder.”

  The woman stumbled slightly and righted herself.

  Her cheeks grew a soft rosy pink though the embarrassment in her eyes reflected self-recrimination.

  “I’m so sorry. I should go.” She tried to back away, the embarrassment growing. “I don’t know how I ended up here—”

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  “Nonsense.” His mother slipped an arm around her to keep her from exiting. She did not once blink over the powerful stench the woman exuded. His mother was full of grace and love—and she always had been.

  As they started toward the table, Dakota noticed the woman dragged one leg just a bit and wobbled as she walked. He wondered if she’d hurt herself yesterday when she fell and made a note to call the doctor about it.

  “Really,” the young woman continued even as his mother firmly led her to the table so she could sit down.

  “I didn’t mean to come here, that is—”

  “Would you like some coffee? We’ve been trying to guess your identity.”

  The woman’s cheeks turned even redder, the color leeching down into her neck.

  Dakota couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “Meghan?” he asked, needing to know.

  The woman stopped dead and then promptly burst into tears.

  Aghast, Dakota looked at his mom, who met his gaze over the woman’s head.

  What had he said?

  “There, there,” his mother murmured and pulled the girl into her arms.

  Dakota didn’t know what to do. He prayed a quiet prayer for guidance and allowed himself to slip into his pastoral mode, as he thought of it, caring but detached from the situation.

  He observed as his mom held the woman and smoothed her ratty hair, praying quietly for God to comfort the woman and for guidance when she was finally able to talk.

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  Slowly the woman’s tears subsided.

  His mom pushed a tissue into her hand and she wiped her eyes, smearing the leftovers of makeup even worse.

  Cody didn’t mind.

  All that was left in his heart now was concern and compassion. It didn’t matter how she smelled, how she looked, who she was.

  The woman was full of pain and needed someone to talk with.

  He saw her dart a glance at him before wiping at her nose and took that as a signal to intervene.

  “You are welcome here, Meghan,” he said gently and waited.

  Meghan shuddered and took a fresh tissue. She wiped at her eyes again and then, after taking a deep breath, she whispered, “I didn’t mean to show up here.

  I—oh dear.”

  She glanced up at his mom and saw only compassion as Carolyne nodded to her. She straightened her shoulders and pushed away, becoming an isolated tower as she tried to pull dignity about her. “I don’t usually drink,” she confessed. “Until lately
. I was so…inebriated that I guess I didn’t realize what I was doing. I thought it was a dream, really. I mean, I came back…”

  She trailed off.

  Cody steepled his fingers and leaned back, crossing his legs once again. “Why did you come back, Meghan?” he prompted gently when she didn’t continue.

  She stiffened.

  “It’s okay, Meghan…” Cody’s mother patted her leg, leaving her hand resting there in silent support.

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  Meghan’s eyes, the beautiful green that he could see today, focused on his mom and tension drained. Finally, she confessed, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

  His mom’s eyes turned to and rested in his gaze.

  Cody knew that look.

  And he knew the signs from the woman in front of him. She was exhausted.

  “I am so sorry—” Meghan began.

  “Mom, is the electricity on in the garage apartment?”

  Cody cut in, ignoring the woman’s protest.

  His mom smiled, approval in her eyes.

  “I just have to flip the circuit breaker.”

  “What?” Meghan looked from one to the other.

  “You don’t have to say anything more, Meghan,”

  Cody told her. “We have a place you can stay.”

  “Here?” She was genuinely surprised, though he saw sudden hope in her eyes.

  Dakota nodded.

  “We don’t have a shelter in town.” His mom smiled.

  “And besides, we have that apartment back there not being used.”

  “Oh, I couldn’t possibly—” Meghan began.

  “Of course you can.” His mom patted Meghan’s arm.

  “I’m sure you want to bathe and need time to regroup.”

  “But I haven’t even explained why I’m here,” Meghan protested.

  Cody could see in her eyes that she wanted to stay, that she didn’t want to explain, and that she needed time to regroup.

  Her story would come out in time.

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  ine He knows why you’re here, and if you want to talk later, my mom or I will be willing to listen.”

  “You don’t really know me, though,” Meghan whispered.

  “We don’t have to know you, Meghan. God only tells us to love you.”

  Fresh tears filled her eyes.

  His mom nodded and then turned to Meghan. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ll see if I can find you some fresh clothes.”

  She had maneuvered Meghan to a standing position and together they turned and started toward the stairs.

  His mother continued, “We’ll run a bath and afterward we’ll have some breakfast. I’m sure you’ll feel much better by then.”

  As their voices faded, Cody smiled.

  That was his mom.

  Indispensable.

  She knew the right thing to say and do and wasn’t above bullying if the need arose—but in her own gentle way.

  He glanced at his watch.

  He wouldn’t be too late if he left now.

  He could meet with Chandler’s, get done what he needed to get done and be back after his new guest had time to bathe and gather herself.

  Thank you, Father. His prayer was short and simple, then he stood. Take care of her, he added and headed for the door, wondering just what tale his guest was going to have to share and wondering just why God had brought her back to Shenandoah and into his life.

  Chapter Five

  “I can’t believe this town hasn’t changed in twenty years.” Chase walked down the sidewalk next to Jerry Duffy, sheriff of Shenandoah.

  Jerry was on the older side, approaching sixty, and he smiled at Chase’s comment. “Well, now, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

  He adjusted his cowboy hat, bobbing it slightly as a young woman hurried past, entering the dime store.

  “Murphey still own this store?” Chase asked the balding sheriff.

  “His son runs it now.”

  Chase nodded. Murphey’s son, Jackson, was a year older than he was. He’d known him in school.

  “New stores in the places of old ones. Not as many people, but not much crime either.”

  “That’s why I’m here.”

  Jerry nodded. “I have to say, son, I’m glad to see you back. Always thought your family was good and hated to see your parents move away.”

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  Chase had enjoyed moving away, getting to see the world, or so he’d thought.

  It was funny how his world had come full circle.

  He’d only wanted to escape to the big city, and now, because of his daughter, he was trying to escape back to the small town.

  “The cleaners told me that my uniforms would be ready tomorrow,” the sheriff said matter-of-factly.

  “Saw your daughter over at the school this mornin’,”

  he added.

  Chase glanced over at Jerry. “You don’t have kids there.”

  Jerry’s chest puffed out. “I was droppin’ off my sev-enth grandchild. She’s eleven.”

  Same as Sarah. Chase nodded. “Sarah is having trouble adjusting.”

  “Only been here a few days. Give ’er time.”

  Chase wondered if time would help heal wounds but didn’t say so aloud.

  “Which brings up a problem. Since I’m working days, I’m going to need somewhere for Sarah to stay after school.”

  Jerry’s brow creased and he reached up to adjust his tan hat. “Well, now.” He paused on the street and stared out across the way, lost in thought.

  “My mother-in-law has been here helping, but she’s gone back home now.” Chase figured if the sheriff had grandkids that age, he might know where he could leave his daughter.

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  Cheyenne Avenue, but then, they don’t take kids after they start grade school.”

  “What about after-school activities?”

  Jerry shook his head. “Not much here in town. We’re not big enough. Of course, occasionally one of the churches is havin’ somethin’ but that’s usually around the holidays.”

  Chase had forgotten about the fact that there were few after-school things for kids. Of course, he’d had a mom and a best friend, so he’d never needed any activities.

  Looking at it from a single parent’s perspective though, in Fort Worth, he’d always been able to find something.

  “I don’t want to leave her at home, running the streets.

  That was one of the problems in Fort Worth. I want this time to be right, to start over and do things better.”

  Jerry nodded. “Well, son, have you thought about Carolyne Ryder?”

  Chase blinked. “Since when does she keep kids?” He hadn’t thought of Cody’s mom.

  “She never has,” Jerry commented.

  “Then why suggest her?”

  Jerry nodded at a car that drove past. Finally, still watching the traffic as it crawled through downtown, all three cars, that is, he said, “I’m thinkin’ Carolyne might be keen on the idea.”

  And that was all he was going to say, Chase realized.

  Mrs. Ryder.

  “If you’re considerin’ it, then you might want to ask now.” The sheriff pulled Chase’s attention to him.

  He saw Jerry looking past him and followed his gaze to see Dakota heading their way.

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  “Well, fancy meetin’ you here,” the sheriff drawled, smiling at Dakota before shaking his hand.

  Chase brushed back his hair as the wind caught it.

  “Walking to work?”

  Dakota shook his head. “I’m meeting someone to check out the building across the street. I wanted to find out a bit more about the price t
o rent it. My associate pastor mentioned it might be nice to have a youth center in the area.”

  “That’s a pretty big building,” the sheriff agreed.

  Chase nodded.

  Jerry, being his usual small-town self, added, “We were just ’a talkin’ about youth and such.”

  Chase watched as Dakota’s attention turned to him.

  Astute, Dakota lifted an eyebrow and studied his friend.

  “Youth are very important,” he offered. He glanced across to the empty building Chase had been studying earlier. The large glass windows needed a good washing and it looked musty inside, but it was a nice building…if the price was right…

  “So, where is Sarah going to be staying after school?”

  Dakota asked casually, zeroing in as he was so able to do. Dakota was good at reading people and knew from what the sheriff said, that was most likely what they’d been discussing.

  “’Scuse me.” The sheriff moseyed down the street toward a friend.

  Chase hesitated and then motioned to a bench.

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  providing some after-school care.” Chase cut right to the point. He might as well.

  He caught Dakota by surprise. “Really?” His lips quirked.

  “If you don’t think she’d be interested—” Chase began.

  “I didn’t say that,” Dakota countered.

  Uncomfortable, Chase shifted. Then he sighed. “I came back here half-cocked, thinking that country life would be just what my daughter needed and I’m sure it is, but then…” He ran a hand through his hair. “I had forgotten that there just isn’t much here if you’re a single parent and don’t have a partner waiting at home.”

  He should have found a better way to couch that information. However, it was out and that was that.

  The sound of the occasional car mixed with the singing of birds, and the whistling of the sporadic gust of wind filled the silence as both sat on the bench.

  Finally, Dakota nodded, a slow nod, as if considering some long mathematical problem and coming to the conclusion. “My mom is certainly good at mothering.” He paused then added, “And she has been at loose ends lately.