of the car.
“Well, hello, Calista,” Lorna said. “Aren’t you a pretty girl?”
Calista, who even at three loved compliments, grinned, revealing the deep dimples she’d inherited from Amy’s mother.
“Oh, Amy, she’s beautiful.”
Amy couldn’t help noticing the wistful note in Lorna’s voice. While continuing to coo over Calista, Lorna helped Amy gather her belongings. Then the three headed up the walkway to the house.
Amy wished she could properly appreciate the well-cared-for lawn and the abundance of colorful summer flowers and shrubs surrounding the house, but she was too on edge to truly enjoy anything but the possibility of at least one night’s respite from worry.
The house felt wonderfully cool in contrast to the heat outdoors and smelled of lemon furniture polish. A quick look around the entry hall revealed shining hardwood floors, beautiful antiques and gorgeous carpets, that gave her an overall impression of both good taste and charm. A fan whirred softly overhead.
“The house is actually clean, thank goodness,” Lorna said. “I have a woman who comes in twice a week, and today was one of her days.”
“It’s lovely.” It was more than lovely. It was tranquil. Amy immediately felt less nervous and frightened just being there. It was as if nothing bad could possibly happen to her—to them—in a house this peaceful.
“Before I show you around, shall we take your things upstairs to the guest room?”
“This is so nice of you, Lorna.”
Lorna made a disparaging gesture. “Hey, we’re friends. Besides, I’m so excited to have you!”
“Well, I really appreciate it.”
Lorna took one of the suitcases and the tote Amy’d had in the car, then led the way up the graceful, curved staircase to the right of the entry hall. Upstairs she showed Amy to a large front bedroom that overlooked the street.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Amy said. The walls were covered with a creamy wallpaper in an old-fashioned pattern of big pink cabbage roses and garlands of ivy. It was charming and reminded Amy of the wallpaper that used to be in her grandmother’s bedroom. The furnishings were just as charming: a four-poster bed with a pale-green comforter and matching dust ruffle, a walnut chest of drawers and armoire, a desk and accompanying chair, and best of all, a wide window seat covered with a thick green pillow. A large teddy bear sat on it.
“Bear!” Calista pointed, eyes wide.
“Oh, dear,” Amy said as Calista immediately headed for the stuffed animal.
Lorna smiled, watching her. “She can play with the bear. It’s a holdover from when my nieces were little.”
“Calista can be kind of rough with her toys.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Turning back to Amy, she added, “I’m sorry, but I don’t have a crib for her. I do have a cot, though.”
“Calista doesn’t sleep in a crib anymore, anyway.”
“If you don’t want the cot, she can have a room of her own, whichever you think is best.”
“She can just sleep with me.”
“Are you sure?”
Amy smiled. “I’m sure. That’s what we would have done if we’d gotten a hotel. This is perfect.”
“All right. Why don’t I leave you two alone for a little while, then? You can unpack your things while I make a phone call, okay? Then we can start catching up.”
“Okay.”
When Lorna had gone back downstairs, Amy sank onto the bed and let Calista explore the room. What she wouldn’t give to be able to remain here for a couple of days, but she knew she couldn’t afford to overstay her welcome. If Lorna should offer, that would be one thing. But Amy couldn’t ask.
While Calista played contentedly with the stuffed animal, talking her own version of “bear” talk to him, Amy unpacked their night clothes. It was probably pointless to take anything else out of the suitcases, since in all probability she would be on the road again in the morning, but she did take clean shorts and tops out for both of them to wear tomorrow.
“Okay, sweetie, time to say bye-bye to Bear.”
Calista gave her a dark look, shaking her head and hugging the bear tighter.
Amy sighed. “Oh, all right. You can take Bear downstairs.”
As the two slowly descended the stairs, Amy heard Lorna saying goodbye to someone, and by the time they reached the entry, Lorna had come out to meet them.
“Are either of you hungry? We won’t be having dinner until seven-thirty or later, but I have cheese and crackers and fruit we could have now.”
“I know Calista’s hungry,” Amy said, praying that her daughter wouldn’t turn her nose up at the snack and start demanding a hamburger again.
“Let’s go back to the kitchen, then.”
The kitchen was exactly what Amy would have expected it to be: big, bright and cheerful—done in pale yellow with red accents—and dominated by a fireplace at one end and a big, round oak table in the center. Looking like a Currier & Ives print, the fireplace was flanked on one side by an oak rocking chair and on the other by a fat calico cat who eyed them as they entered the room.
“Kitty!” Calista shouted, immediately racing over to the feline.
“Calista, don’t touch the cat,” Amy said, rushing after her daughter. “Sometimes cats scratch.”
“It’s okay,” Lorna said. “Buttercup is an unusual cat. She actually likes little kids.”
And she did seem to, Amy saw, because when Calista reached out to pet the cat’s head, Buttercup actually leaned into the caress, and Amy heard her purr.
Calista laughed delightedly and sat down on the hearth next to the cat. Amy watched for a while, but quickly realized she didn’t need to worry.
“Can I help you?” she asked Lorna.
“Thanks, but there’s nothing much to do. Just have a seat.”
Within minutes the table was laden with the cheese and crackers, a bunch of red seedless grapes and a wedge of some kind of paté that looked wonderful.
“Milk for Calista?” she asked.
“Please.”
“I’ve even got a sip cup left from my nieces.”
“Great.”
It took some doing to get Calista away from Buttercup, but after promising her if she ate everything, she could play with the cat again, she came to the table. Once she was happily eating, the two friends finally had a chance to talk.
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