for the ride, Dad,” Abby called as she waved goodbye.
“See you later, lass. Have a good day.”
Liam dropped off Abby on his way to work when their schedules matched. Otherwise, she rode her bike and took the school bus home when no one was going her way. Sometimes she got a lift home. Sam Morris had his family’s old red Ford, but Abby never got a lift from him anymore.
With the excitement of the storm, the theatre, and Dancer, Abby hadn’t thought about Sam all weekend. Now, walking up the wide stone steps of the school, Abby’s heart plummeted in an all-too-familiar way. Sam had been her first boyfriend, and they’d dated for almost a year. Since their breakup the year before, Abby had dated several other boys and had had fun playing the field. It was great going to movies and dances with different people, and she’d really liked a few of them. But lately she’d started thinking about Sam again. With his beautiful brown eyes and his sweet smile, Sam had stolen her heart the first time she saw him.
His sister, Leslie Morris, was two years younger than Sam; Abby’s age. Abby and Leslie had been best friends since the beginning of grade school. Leslie and another good friend, Lucy, were both very supportive when Abby confided in them. Lucy didn’t want to see Abby hurt. The class comedian, she had likened the whole thing to ice cream. Abby had one favourite flavour. Why not sample all the others? In Lucy’s opinion, it was very narrow-minded to insist that just because you like strawberry you shouldn’t give butterscotch a chance. And chocolate fudge and rocky road.
Easy for her to say, thought Abby, making her way down the hall to her locker. Lucy was one of the most popular girls in grade ten. She was outgoing and funny, and she laughed riotously at all the boys’ jokes. Abby figured that that was the way to a man’s heart, forget the cooking.
And Abby had gone out with other boys. She had sampled other flavours. But Sam was, well, Sam. He was kind and thoughtful and insightful. He was smart and friendly and sensitive. He made her laugh. And he was so darned good-looking. But, quite obviously, Sam didn’t feel the same about her. She sighed.
She got to her locker and dialled the combination of numbers. She pulled the lock open and started organizing her books for the morning classes.
“Abby?” asked a sugary sweet, little-girl voice. Abby clenched her teeth. She didn’t have to look around to know who was standing behind her. The strong smell of cheap perfume almost made her gag.
“Hey, Pam. What’s up?”
“Just wondering who you’re going out with now. I mean everybody knows it’s not Sam.”
“What?” asked Abby angrily, turning to face her.
Pam Masters put her hand to her mouth in mock horror. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I upset you? I just wanted to know.”
“Pam, I’ll tell you what I know. I know that whenever you say anything to me, it’s to make me feel bad. It’s been like that since public school.”
“So sorry.” Pam made a good effort at looking sheepish, but Abby could see that her mission had been accomplished. She’d pressed a button. She’d gotten a reaction from Abby and confirmed her suspicions. Now she knew how Abby felt about Sam. Is it so obvious? Is that the gossip? Abby blushed, horrified that people were talking about her. When will I ever learn to keep my temper? she asked herself, turning back to the locker.
“What did she want?” asked another voice, this one friendly.
“Leslie!” said Abby with real warmth in her voice. She hugged her friend. “One day I’m going to murder Pam.”
“What did she say to you? Your face fell to the floor.”
“Oh, nothing. Just about Sam.”
“Hmm. You know I’m not getting in the middle because he’s my brother and everything, but I did some digging on the weekend. He isn’t seeing anyone right now, I’m positive.”
“Leslie, it’s over. It’s been over for ages. I shouldn’t have said anything. And I wouldn’t have if I’d known you were going to ask him.”
“But you were so good together. And I didn’t ask him! I just listened to his phone calls.”
“His phone calls? You’re crazy! You picked up the extension?”
“Easy peasy. I heard him tell Jon he wasn’t dating anyone. With my own ears.”
Against her better judgment Abby considered this piece of news. Then she looked intently at Leslie. “Leslie, listen to me. Sam and I are finished. Read my lips. I wouldn’t go out with him if he begged me, not after the way he dumped me.”
“He didn’t dump you, Abby, and you know it.”
“Okay, then, he didn’t dump me. He just stopped asking me out and started avoiding me.”
Books in order, Abby snapped the lock back into place, and the two girls walked down the hall to their first class. There was so much noise that their conversation had to be postponed. Cheerful banter, heels thumping on tiles, locker doors banging, books crashing to the floor, all mixed together to create a boisterous Monday morning cacophony.
“Hey, Abby! Hey, Leslie!” called out Lucy, going the other direction.
“See you after second class?” Lucy bellowed. “We have to talk!”
“Who? Me?” yelled Abby.
“Yes!” Lucy was swept away with the flow of students, leaving Abby wondering what she wanted to tell her. Her brow furrowed. It was likely more gossip about Sam. She didn’t want to hear it.
That morning, Christine James was on the phone in her home office.
“Is Mr. LeFarge there, please?”
“Speaking.”
“Gus? It’s Christine James calling.”
“Hello, Christine. How can I help?”
“My client, Joy Featherstone, would like to put in an offer on the Wick property.”
“Your mother? You must be kidding. She’s seen it?”
“Yesterday afternoon. You left the key for me, remember?”
“Sure I do, I just didn’t know it was for your mother. Excuse my surprise, Christine, but this is the first offer in three years.”
“Then it must be good news. Shall I stop by in an hour?”
“Well, just to warn you, there’s a first refusal on it.”
Christine paused, startled. “Usually, out of courtesy, that would have been mentioned when I asked for a viewing.”
“Quite right. Quite right. An oversight. I didn’t think Mrs. Featherstone would be interested, nobody else has ever been. I’m very sorry.”
“No problem. How would you like to proceed?”
“Well,
