got to, Nurse Hanna,” the old man protested. “You’re always taking care of the rest of us.”
Genuine warmth deepened her smile. Though she and Chet had talked about moving to the city, people like Mr. McGregor made her glad they’d decided to settle down in Central Falls.
“You’ll come to the lighting tomorrow evening, right?” he asked.
The tradition had always been one of the season’s highlights. Dressed in their winter finest, practically everyone in town would gather at the square. In the past, she’d enjoyed watching the children, so eager with anticipation that their eyes sparkled while their little feet danced in the snow. There would be caroling and hot chocolate. Some of the younger boys might even have a snowball fight. How could she miss that? Suddenly her plan to spend another evening all alone didn’t seem like such a good one. “Oh, I suppose so,” she agreed. “I always like seeing the whole town come out for it.”
Mr. McGregor studied the gray skies overhead. “Let’s just hope the snow holds off.”
The words “yes, let’s” were on the tip of her tongue. Before she had a chance to say them, though, Dottie rushed over, holding the enormous silver star that would soon grace the top of the gazebo. Holding it up to her face, the brunette struck a silly pose. Hanna had just enough time to snap a picture before they both laughed.
Coming here was a good thing, she decided as she watched her friend act the clown. After all, they said laughter was the best medicine, and Dottie had given them all a healthy dose of it.
Chapter Two
Late the next day, Hanna exited the ward and headed down a narrow corridor with a metal tray, careful not to jostle the medicines and supplies arranged on it in precise lines. She stepped aside to let an approaching nurse and patient pass through the door ahead of her. While she waited, she took a second to admire the cheery red streamers that swooped in loops along the white walls. Below them, greenery and garlands of red flowers decorated the dark wainscoting. A sharp, clean scent of evergreen drifted in the air, bringing the smells of Christmas to the patients unlucky enough to have to spend their holiday at the Franklin County Hospital.
At the nurses’ station, she settled her tray onto the counter and brushed a hand over the starched white pinafore she wore over a blue shirtwaist. The simple gesture pleased her, and she smiled. She loved working at the hospital, bringing hope and care to those who were in need. She adjusted the nursing pin she wore with pride at her shoulder and glanced across the room in time to see her friend, Julia, turn away from the sink.
Catching her eye, Julia raised one hand to her chest. A small diamond sparkled on the ring finger of her left hand. She gave Hanna a shy smile.
“Julia!” Hanna gasped. “He proposed?” She looked about quickly. The patients needed their rest. It wouldn’t do to upset them, not even with good news.
“Just now.” A soft giggle escaped Julia’s mouth despite the hand she held over it.
Barely able to contain herself, Hanna clasped her friend’s fingers. “I’m the first to know?”
“You had to be,” Julia exclaimed, her voice a throaty whisper. “You’re the one who introduced us. If it weren’t for you…”
Hanna’s smile widened until her face threatened to split in two. She’d known, just known, Julia and Frank were meant for each other the day he’d been transferred here. She stepped back, enjoying a ripple of happiness for the couple. Had they set a date? “Oh, Julia! When?”
“Come.” Julia hooked their arms together. “Frank’s just bustin’ to tell you himself.”
Leaving her tray where it was for the moment, Hanna let herself be pulled along. The rubber soles of their shoes squeaking on the polished linoleum squares, the two nurses hurried across the men’s ward. They stopped at a bed where an injured vet lay, his head propped up on pillows, his leg in traction. Though he had to be in pain, the soldier had never complained—not even once—during his long stay in the hospital.
While Julia sank onto the bedside chair, Hanna gave Frank’s hand a squeeze. “This all happened so fast,” she gushed. “I’m so happy for you.”
“I asked myself, ‘why wait?’” Frank explained. A broad smile softened his thin features. “As soon as I can carry her over the threshold, we’re gonna find the closest justice of the peace.” He gave his brand-new fiancée a tender smile. “Right, honey?”
Julia slipped Frank’s hand in hers. Her face radiant, she fanned herself. “Engaged on the night of the Christmas Comet. Isn’t that the most romantic thing?”
Agreeing that it was, Hanna pulled her camera from one of the deep pockets in her pinafore. She couldn’t let the precious moment pass by without recording it for posterity. “Look this way, you two lovebirds,” she cooed. She snapped the photo of the couple who were perfect for each other. Smiling, she tucked the camera back into her pocket.
“And I’m going to find her a white dress just like the one I saw in a window when I was over there in Italy.” Frank squeezed Julia’s hand. “Prettiest dress I ever saw,” he finished brightly.
“Frank has been telling me all about Italy.” Julia bit her lower lip. For an instant, her face fell. They’d all seen pictures of the destruction caused by the war. She rallied quickly. “Well, the good things, anyway. Hundred-year-old churches and the cobblestone streets…”
“Pretty as a picture, some of those towns.” For a second, Frank’s eyes glazed over, and he fell silent. Memories moved their icy fingers across his face. He shivered and tugged his Army jacket closer around his shoulders as if saying to himself, Enough of that. “But nothin’ beats bein’ back home.”
Julia’s gaze dropped to where Frank’s fingers were entwined in hers as if she wanted to let him know she understood how much the moment had cost her soon-to-be husband. Though she never voiced the I’m so glad you made it home, her thoughts echoed loudly through the room.
Hanna felt her own grief rear its ugly head. She retreated a step. “I, I should be getting to work.” Suddenly missing Chet, she plastered a brave smile over her own feelings. “Congratulations, you two. I’m so happy for you.” Beating a hasty retreat lest her sorrow ruin Frank and Julia’s happy occasion, she headed for the exit.
“Hanna,” Julia called before she made it past the third bed.
With a sigh, she turned in time to catch the worried look on her friend’s face.
“Oh, Hanna, I wasn’t thinking. Here we are, so giddy, and I wasn’t even—”
“No, don’t apologize, Julia,” Hanna insisted. “We’ve got to keep our eyes on tomorrow, right? That’s where happiness is. Not the past.” Someday, somehow, she’d find happiness in her future, too. Maybe it wouldn’t be the same as she’d had with Chet, but one day, she’d find a purpose in her life.
Julia inhaled a deep breath. “You’re such a brave thing,” she gushed while something like awe shone in her eyes.
Hanna held up a hand. “I’m not so brave. Just…” She paused. “Just happy to see you so happy.” For emphasis, she added, “Really.”
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