up together, they’d been close.
Now she smiled at her parents. “How was your flight?”
“Excellent,” her father said. “Your mother fretted the whole way.”
“I didn’t fret,” Loretta said with a laugh. “I thought they were flying too slow. I couldn’t wait to get here.”
Her parents had arrived in Sacramento late the previous evening. With her dad pushing seventy-five, they preferred to wait until morning to make the drive to Fool’s Gold.
“Did you check into the hotel?” Madeline asked. “If you didn’t, you can still change your minds and stay here.”
Her mother touched her cheek. “You’re sweet to offer, but you need your space and so do we.”
Because Madeline’s house was charming, but only had two bedrooms and a single bathroom. She’d chosen it because the living area was large, as was the kitchen. But the spare room was practically closet-size.
“I’d sleep on the futon,” she pointed out.
“We’re fine at the lodge,” her father said, hugging her again. “We always run into old friends there.”
They went into the kitchen. Her mother already had peanut butter cookies in the oven and fresh coffee in the pot.
“Did you check everything?” Madeline asked. “I went over the list a couple of times and I’m pretty sure it’s all here.”
Her mother laughed. “You did an excellent job. I did check and you remembered everything.”
The Krug family had a Thanksgiving tradition. The parade, followed by dinner, followed by an open house that lasted well into the night. Friends and neighbors dropped in to visit. There were cakes and cookies and pies, along with good conversation and plenty of laughter. It was one of her favorite memories from childhood.
When her parents had moved to Florida, the tradition had been dropped. Madeline had gone to visit them for the holiday. But when she’d bought her place a couple of years ago, her parents had wanted to spend Thanksgiving in Fool’s Gold and she’d found herself hosting the annual open house.
“I brought you something,” her mother said, going to her handbag and pulling out a red box. “For Christmas.”
Madeline stared at the box and knew exactly what was inside. They were a family tradition and had been on the Christmas dinner table her entire life.
Her mother’s smile faded. “Was I wrong to bring them? Are you sad? Oh, Joseph, did we make a mistake, booking the cruise over Christmas?”
Madeline took the small box and opened it. She pulled out the cardinal salt and pepper shakers and placed them on the counter. “They’re beautiful. Thank you for bringing them to me. I’ll use them, I promise. As for you making a mistake, you didn’t. You’re going to have a good time.”
“But you’ll be by yourself.” Her mother’s brows drew together. “We worry about you.”
Because for the first time they wouldn’t be spending Christmas together. Robbie and Jasmine would be with Robbie’s in-laws and her parents had booked a holiday cruise with two other couples.
When they’d first told Madeline, she’d felt a little twinge. But then she’d reminded herself that they’d worked hard all their lives and they deserved to enjoy their retirement.
“I’ll be fine,” she told them. “I have lots of friends. You know that. The big question is which invitation to accept for dinner.” Her parents didn’t look that reassured.
She searched for something else to say—something that would reassure them. She brightened. “Besides, I’m going to be so swamped. I’m planning a wedding.”
“Who’s getting married? Why didn’t I know one of your friends had gotten engaged?”
Madeline chuckled. “Mom, you have to brace yourself. I’m not helping a friend. Do you know who Jonny Blaze is?”
“The actor?” her mother asked.
“I enjoy his movies,” her father added. “Amish Revenge is one of my favorites. We have the DVD.”
“He’s getting married?” Her mother shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s not him, it’s his sister.”
Madeline explained about Mayor Marsha and the request, along with the subsequent conversations. “You can’t tell anyone,” she added. “It’s a private thing.”
“Of course,” her mother said. “You’re very sweet to help him out.” Her mouth curved into a teasing smile. “Is he just as handsome in person?”
“You know it.”
Her father cleared his throat. “Loretta, do I have to worry about you?”
His wife laughed. “Hardly. Jonny Blaze is young enough to be my son.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’re a beautiful woman and he’d be lucky to have you. What I want to know is how hard I have to fight to keep you.”
Their teasing warmed Madeline from the inside out. Her parents were loving, in love and just plain good people.
She worried about them because of their ages. She wasn’t ready to lose either of them. But they were both healthy and Robbie assured her they should live well into their nineties. While she would like them around forever, she would take what she could get.
A car pulled into the driveway. Her mother clapped and her father headed to the front door.
“Right on time,” Madeline said, just as excited to see the rest of her family.
The next few minutes passed in a blur of greetings and hugs as Robbie and Jasmine were welcomed into the house. Flights were discussed and the cardinal salt and pepper shakers were cooed over.
By the time all that was done, Madeline found herself in the kitchen with her niece. Jasmine pulled up a bar stool and scooped batter onto waiting cookie sheets.
“I don’t know, Maddie,” the twenty-one-year-old admitted. “Dad doesn’t say anything, but I can feel the pressure.”
“Your dad wants you to be happy.”
“He wants me to be a pediatrician.”
“Probably, but he’ll settle for you being happy.”
Because while Jasmine had said she was interested in medicine, her decision to focus on radiology was different than her initial plan to follow in her father’s footsteps. Jasmine’s mother had died of breast cancer.
Her death had changed them all. Jasmine especially. She’d decided to focus her sadness in a productive way. Something Robbie would have already guessed.
“He loves you,” Madeline pointed out. “He’ll be fine.”
