for a nap, and I hope he sleeps for a while.”
The policeman returned her smile, the lines at the corners of his eyes deep as if he smiled a lot. “If you need any help, don’t be a stranger. I live on the next block. I’ve known your grandmother for years.”
As her son and Gabriel Stone turned to leave, Rebecca called, “Come right home after school, Peter. We need to talk.”
The pout that graced her son’s mouth made her wonder if she would have to go out looking for him after school. She started to say something further when Gabriel Stone said, “He’ll be here. I’ll make sure of that, ma’am.”
Rebecca leaned against the doorjamb and watched her son and the policeman walk to the squad car. Gabriel Stone might bring Peter home this afternoon, but who was going to give her the strength to deal with this new problem? She squeezed her eyes closed and wished for the wisdom she would need to handle her eldest. He hadn’t wanted to come to Oakview. He’d let her know that he hated his new school and wanted to go back to his old school in Dallas.
Had she made a wrong decision about coming to her grandmother’s to live? She hadn’t had much choice after her husband walked out on her and the children. Taking a deep breath of the spring-scented air, she relished the quiet of the moment, only the occasional sound of a bird in her grandmother’s large oak tree breaking the silence.
“Rebecca, who was that?”
“Gabriel Stone.” She closed the front door and turned toward her grandmother, who came from the back of the house, her cane tapping on the hardwood floor. She stopped, and with her shoulders hunched leaned on her cane, something she only did when she was really tired. Granny had been up part of the night with her and Josh. The doorbell must have awakened her. “Everything’s okay. You should go back to sleep, Granny.”
“I needed to get up. I never sleep past seven, and here it is nearly nine.”
“You probably never stay up to all hours of the night, either. I’m sorry Josh was so fussy.”
“My child, never apologize for that.” Her grandmother waved her hand toward the door. “I wish you had asked Gabriel in for some coffee. I don’t get to see him nearly enough, especially now that he’s the new police chief.”
Police chief? She’d had no idea she had been talking to the person who ran Oakview’s small police department. He hadn’t said a word. “He’ll be back this afternoon.”
“Did he come over to welcome you to Oakview? That would be just like the boy.”
“No.” Rebecca wished that had been the case. “Peter skipped school.”
“I knew he wasn’t happy, but I never thought he would do that.” Rose Bennett headed for the kitchen. “I think you could use a cup of coffee. You’ve been up quite a while with Josh.”
Massaging the tight cords of her neck, Rebecca followed her grandmother into the most cheerful room in the house. Sunlight from a large bay window bathed the kitchen. The yellow and powder-blue flowered wallpaper, the white cabinets and the polished hardwood floors lent a warmth to the room that Rebecca loved. She remembered spending a lot of wonderful childhood days in this very kitchen, listening to her grandmother’s stories of her family during the Oklahoma land rush. If she could, she would spend most of her time in this room, cooking. She rarely had that kind of time anymore.
Granny retrieved two mugs from the cabinet and brought them to the pine table situated in front of the bay window. “Sit before you collapse. You look exhausted, my dear.”
Rebecca started to argue, then realized her grandmother was right. Weariness clung to every part of her. She could easily slump over on the table and go to sleep. She needed the caffeine to keep her awake so she could finish unpacking. Even though they’d been in Oakview for two weeks, they were still living in boxes. Peter would never feel as though this was his home as long as he had to get his things out of cardboard boxes. She was determined to have them settled completely as soon as possible. Then maybe they would begin to feel like a family again.
Granny poured coffee into the mugs, then took a seat next to Rebecca. “First, how’s Josh? You must have finally managed to get him to sleep.”
“You know Josh. He rarely complains. But his ears are still bothering him. He eventually went to sleep, I think out of pure exhaustion. I worry that his ear infection will spread to his lungs. You know the problems he can have with his breathing.”
“He’s such a sweet baby.” Granny sipped her coffee. “Of course, I’m not sure he’s considered a baby any longer. He’ll be two soon. I wish I could help you more with him.”
“Granny, offering to let us stay here has…” Rebecca swallowed hard, but the tears returned to plague her.
“Child, this is your home, too. Always will be.” Rose patted Rebecca’s hand. “You’re family, and next to God, family is the most important thing in our lives.”
“I wish Craig thought his family was important.” Rebecca remembered a time when their small family had been important to Craig—before Josh was born. When they had been first married, he’d wanted children, but over the years his feelings had changed.
Rose pinched her lips and snorted. “That man will regret leaving you one day, only by then it’ll be too late.”
“We’ve been divorced a year yesterday.”
Rose placed her hand over Rebecca’s. “I know, child. I’m sorry. With faith and time the pain will go away.”
The feel of her grandmother’s small, gnarled fingers over hers comforted Rebecca. “Time might help, but I don’t know about faith, Granny. I think God stopped listening to my prayers long ago. I’ve tried so hard to keep this family together. My sons need…” She couldn’t continue. The heartache of the past few years overwhelmed her, robbing her of her voice and capturing her breath in her lungs.
“It may seem that way, child, but He hasn’t. He has a plan for you. You just don’t know what it is yet.” Rose squeezed Rebecca’s hand. “You’re here with me now. Things will start to look better.”
Drawing in a shallow gulp of air, Rebecca swallowed past the tightness in her throat, determined to hold her family together somehow and reach her eldest son. “Peter’s so miserable. He has never been openly hostile and defiant to me until lately. He used to love school. Now, I have to force him to go.”
“Wait until he makes new friends. He’ll forget all about Dallas.”
Rebecca took several sips of her lukewarm coffee, wishing she had the faith that her grandmother had. When Craig had walked out on them eighteen months ago, she had prayed for help and guidance. None had come. Josh had to have surgery on his heart. The bills stacked up and Craig was slow to help pay for his children’s upbringing. She had to sell the only home Peter had known and finally admit she couldn’t make it in Dallas by herself. She’d returned to the town she’d grown up in Oklahoma.
Rebecca reached to pour herself another cup of coffee when she heard Josh’s crying. Glancing at the time, she realized he hadn’t slept more than half an hour. She pushed to her feet. “I’ll see if I can’t get him back to sleep.”
Her grandmother caught her arm to stop her. “Honey, when God closes a door, He opens a window.
