Suspecting Arlissa could tell him more, but not wanting to push the subject any further for the moment, he changed the subject. He wanted to keep the young woman off the defensive, if possible, knowing human nature from years of law enforcement.
"Looks like we might be in for some wet weather," he said, deftly changing the subject.
"Oh, my goodness! I do hope there is no rain today! Not when we're buryin' Rosie! That would jist be too awful!"
"Well, I sure hope so, too, Arlissa."
He looked out of the windshield, casting a glance at the clouds hovering over the horizon. It seemed the morning was becoming more overcast by the minute. Then, all at once the sun broke through the clouds, and they both laughed.
"See, Sheriff! It's gonna be okay. Listen, I jist thought a' somethin'. You reckon they are gonna bring Benny to the graveyard today?"
"Hmmm. I don't know. You know, we always take children to the burying and also to the wake, although he wasn't brought to the wake last night. Quite possibly because Donelli was looking for him."
"I wonder, then, who was keepin' him and where?"
"Hmmm. Can't say, Arlissa."
"Well, I sure know that man wants to get his hands on that sweet little boy. You know he actually keeps sayin' that I'm Rosie's sister?! Oh, and your wife thought I was somebody named Savannah - who is Savannah? You must know, since it was your wife that said it. I been wonderin' about that."
"Hmmm. Perhaps it's your resemblance to the O'Hanlons that makes people think you're kin to them."
"Huh! Red hair is common to lots of folks. I reckon me and the O'Hanlons ain't got no corner on that market!"
The sheriff only grinned in reply. He had ably deflected that question, he thought.
Within minutes they had arrived at the Sheriff's office, and entered. By this time, the sun was definitely out and the day was warming up.
"Now, have a seat out here in the waiting area, and you'll need to write out your statement and I'll get Mildred over there to type it up and you'll sign both copies. There are some spaces in there for you to put your name and address, and then you can write down what all happened and how it happened. If you need anything, just tell Mildred. Okay?"
"All right, Sheriff." She smiled at Mildred, who gazed back with a brief smile, then went back to her work.
The sheriff left Arlissa filling out the paperwork and went into his office, where almost immediately the phone rang.
The intercom buzzed and he said, "Yes, Mildred."
"Doc's wife is calling and wants to speak to you about something important, she says."
"Okay, put her through, Mildred. Hmmm. All I need today is to talk to that old busybody.
Ah, yes, Hetty. What can I do for you today?"
Sheriff, don't you take that tone with me! You know I don't deserve it!
Listen, I need the keys to the Hinton house today."
"What??! Why do you need those?"
you mind! I have only good intentions toward that poor girl and her
Granny. You know I'm always willing to answer for whatever I do. If you
must know, I have some ladies lined up to go out and fix that place up
so's she and her Granny can live there again."
now! Ain't that right neighborly of you all! I reckon maybe I misjudged
you, Miz McReynolds. Just stop by after the funeral and pick them up. I
know you want to attend that. You probably all got some food to take
out to O'Hanlon's for after the funeral. Tell you what, I'll give them
to you out there, if that's okay."
"Thank you, Sheriff." She sounded absolutely smarmy when she replied.
he suspected, she had some ulterior motives for doing the cleanup. What
was she after, anyway? Was she looking for fodder to find more gossip
to spread around? Was she perhaps thinking by doing a good deed, she
was adding "stars to her heavenly crown"?
her motives, he was almost certain they were not as pure as the driven
snow, regardless of how much she pretended them to be.
never mind that right now, he had work to do. How he hated paper work,
but it had to be done. He flipped through the papers on his desk, then
went to the filing cabinet and searched. All that failing, he then
"Where's those papers on the robbery last week?"
"Have you looked in the file cabinet? I seem to remember filing them yesterday under open investigations."
"Oh, okay, I'll check there." He flipped the switch off and went back to the filing cabinet.
As he stood there, he happened to look up and gazed through the window where he saw Donelli walking down the sidewalk.
Wonder what he's doing hanging around this area?" the Sheriff mused to
himself. "Making for some kind of trouble, most likely."
stepped out of his office through the side door and on out through the
hallway and out of the door exiting from the back of the building.
on, he rounded the corner of the building and went down the side till
he reached the sidewalk where he could observe the man without being
As he watched, Donelli crossed the street to the other side and entered a local diner.
down the street in the direction from which Donelli had come, Sheriff
Bradshaw saw the sign hanging out in front of the Delsin Bed and
he must have spent the night there, I suppose. Wonder if my deputy knew
that? I'll have to check up on that. In the meantime, I think maybe
I'll have Mildred go over and get us a sweet roll at the diner. Don't
want to tip Donelli off to the fact that we're keeping an eye on him. I
need to see if he's meeting somebody over there. I'm sure he's most
likely already had breakfast, cause Mz. Delsin sure feeds her boarders
well on breakfast."
Returning to the back of the building, he enters quietly and goes to the outer office where Mildred and Arlissa are busy.
I need you to do something for me. I just got a hankering for some
sweet rolls and they have some mighty good ones over there at the diner.
You reckon maybe you could go over and get some for us?"
She looked up at him, surprised at his request.
"Sheriff, I noticed you been puttin' on a little weight lately with all the settin' around you do. You sure about that?"
Mildred! You're not my weight specialist! Old Doc McReynolds tells me
when I need to lose weight! Besides, there's something else I want you
to take care of while you're out. Okay?"
"All right! No need in gettin' all riled up over a little comment. What else is it you want me to do?"
"Come into my office for just a minute will you? Not all my business is for visitors to hear."
"Oh... well, for goodness sake. Okay."
They had no sooner shut the door than Mildred said, "Now what was so private that little girl couldn't hear what it was?"
"Did you notice that feller that was at the wake last night that was kissing women's hands like a regular romeo?"
"Ah, the one that was Rosie O'Hanlon's fella back in New York or somewhere?"
that's the one. Now, he's over at the diner across the way, and I want
to know if he's meeting somebody and who it is, or just what it is he's
doing over there."
"Okay, Sheriff. I'll do it."
Mildred, please don't be obvious about it, but take in as much detail
about the person he's meeting as you can; get the sweet rolls and come
back over here."
"Right! I'll be back in about ten minutes."
He gave her a five dollar bill and said, "I want my change back." He smiled.
She bustled out of the office and was on her way.
walked across the street toward the diner, thinking about how she was
on a secret mission, like those people in a spy TV show. She was going
to "Get the goods" on that Donelli fella.
bustled in self-importance as she entered the diner and sat down at the
little counter, looking around as if to see if she was going to get
ha! Back in the corner she saw the object of her search sitting at the
last booth. His head was bent in a whispered conversation with a brassy
looking woman in her late forties or early fifties. She was smiling at
him and flicking the ashes from a cigarette, as she blew smoke into the
already stale air.
lifted her eyebrows, wondering who in the world he was talking to.
Somehow, she looked familiar, yet not. Who was she, anyhow?
The woman picked a fleck of tobacco from her tongue and then said something to him that seemed to anger him.
If I can just get a little closer to them, maybe I can hear what they
are saying," Mildred was thinking to herself. She started to get up, but
just then Connie, the waitress, came over to her and asked what she
I'd like some sweet rolls to take with me. I have to work, too, you
know. I just kinda ducked out for a couple of minutes; I don't have very
stood up as though to leave the counter and head for the empty booth
when Donelli got up hurriedly, throwing a few dollars on the booth
table. He went by Mildred without even looking at her, slamming the door
of the diner as he left.
rude people we have nowadays!" Connie remarked as he went out of the
door. "I've never seen such behavior! These rude northerners. I declare!
Didn't their mamas know they needed to teach them manners?!!"
Mildred smiled, "I guess not. Has he been in here before?"
was in here awhile yesterday afternoon late, and had some supper around
five. You know we close at seven, cause we work a full day every day
Then leaning over, Mildred whispered to Connie, "Who is that woman still sitting back there in that booth? Do you know her?"
"Well, I have seen her around a bit, but not in a while. She don't get into town too much."
not quite sure who she is, Mildred. But I've heard rumors that she has
some kind of connection to the O'Hanlons. Don't know how true that rumor
is. She is some kind of recluse, though."
how that slick lookin' feller came to know her? He sure did look like
he had his dander up when he slammed out of here, didn't he?"
Must have been something she said to him. Think maybe I oughta go back
and see if there's anything else she needs. Maybe I can pick up on
something. Ya reckon?"
"Hmmm. Well, that's your business since this is your business.
Ha. Let me know if you find out anything, cause the Sheriff is right
interested in knowing what we can find out about that feller. He's not
up to any good, we know that for sure, Connie. You know that, well, he's
the one that Rosie was mixed up with up north in some big city."
I figured as much. I knew he wasn't from around here. I reckon I know
just about everybody that lives in this county, at least by sight; most
by name, since most of 'em come in here sooner or later. I regret that I
can't make it to the funeral today, since I can't get away from here."
"I won't be able to go, either, cause the Sheriff can't let the office be closed during the day, I suppose."
"Here's the sweet rolls you asked for. That's a dollar fifty."
"Any news you pick up, let us know, okay?"
"Sure. Now I'd best get back and see if that lady needs more coffee er anything else."
So saying, Connie picked up the coffee pot and headed for the back booth of the diner and Mildred left with the sweet rolls.
When she got back to the office, Mildred handed one of the rolls to Arlissa and took the other two into the Sheriff's office.
much. He was talking to some woman about your age, and they wound up
having some kind of disagreement and he slammed out of the diner in a
"Hmmm. What did she look like? Do you have any idea at all about who she was?"
of makeup, kind of tight dress, curly hair, not sure what color it was,
she was smoking a cigarette, didn't get close enough to see the color
of her eyes. That's about all I can tell you, except Connie told me she
don't come to town very much. Some kind of recluse, she thinks."
"Ah...well...I wondered when she would resurface."
well, she's connected to some of the families around here. From what I
know, she lived here some time back and then left to go somewhere else,
finally returned about six or seven years ago. Lives out in the
hinterlands somewhere in a trailer, keeps to herself. That's about all
that is generally known about her; some people don't even know that
kinda piques my interest. I've lived around here for most of my life,
too. She sure looks like somebody I should know, familiar like, you
"Well, yeah, there's lots of people like that, if you just think about it."
sheriff knew that Mildred wasn't going to let the whole business lay.
Her curiosity, once aroused, knew no bounds. This matter, though, was
better left alone. Better to sidetrack her now, before somebody got
how about going out into your area and seeing how Arlissa's getting
along with her statement? Thanks for bringing the sweet roll back and
how about some fresh coffee, while you're at it? I've got this robbery
investigation to get busy on. You might be able to give me some insight
on it, too, huh?"
She hurried out of the office on the mission he had just given her; feeling that he could in no way do without her assistance.
After getting his coffee to the Sheriff, she went back out to her area and spoke to Arlissa.
"How you gettin' along, honey? You want me to check it over for you?"
"Sure, I think I'm finished with it. Here, take a look at it."
taking the paper, looked it over and after reading it, she said, "You
poor child! What a terrible thing he did to you. My, but you're
certainly clever, though, getting the best of him that way. And brave,
too! Why, I doubt I coulda done what you did, hitting him over the head
with that rock the way you did!"
She smiled down at the girl, patting her on the back.
"Now, you just wait a minute and I'll take this in to the boss, and get him to look it over, then you can sign it."
"Sheriff, here is her statement; I think maybe it's ready to sign."
"Okay, Mildred. Hand it here."
He read the statement and handing it back to her gave instructions to have Arlissa sign it.
I want you to radio young Newman and have him come pick her up to...no,
on second thought, I'll take her myself. You can radio Newman and tell
him to continue to keep his eyes on Donelli. Tell him that Donelli has
been staying at the bed and breakfast on this street. He may still be
there after his meeting with the woman you saw. He most likely will be
at the funeral. I doubt he will miss the chance to be there, hoping to
see his son."
Bradshaw was on his way to the funeral home, accompanying his charge.
He could tell she was nervous about going and facing the O'Hanlon clan
could we stop by and see my Granny for just a few minutes? I need to
see how she is doing. I promise it won't take long. We are a little
early for the funeral, aren't we?"
"Well, the hospital is kinda on the way, I guess. So, yeah, we can do that."
you, I really appreciate it, and you lettin' me stay at your house an'
all. I don't know what we'd ever do, without good folks a helpin' us."
it's not much, but I do know what you mean. We're put here on this
earth to be a help to one another, you know. At least, that's how me and
the missus have always looked at it. We're lucky, too, to have someone
like Sarah to stay with my wife and take care of her. Speaking of not
knowing what we'd do, if Sarah hadn't been willing to help me after her
Benjamin passed on, well...let's just say, I'd a been up a creek without
two soon arrived at the hospital to find Granny was not doing too well.
It seemed she had just had a bad spell with her heart, and the young
Doctor Winston was with her.
I can't go to any funeral now, I don't care who it was. My Granny's
more important than anything to me. What if she dies while I'm gone???
No! I'm gonna set right here next to her and hold her hand. I'm sorry,
Sheriff. Please tell 'em I'm sorry, would you?"
her hand on the good doctor's shoulder, she asked, "How's she doing,
Doctor? Is she gonna be okay? She'll pull through this, won't she?"
his stethoscope from his ears and folding it in his hands, he stood up
and turned to the young woman. He smiled down at her.
Miss Arlissa, she seems to be holding her own, right now. That's about
all I can tell you. You might want to sit with her for awhile. She seems
to be somewhat agitated about something. Maybe you can calm whatever is
bothering her. I know relatives that are close to the patients most
usually have a good effect on them in times like these."
at the Sheriff, after Arlissa had sat down beside her Granny, he nodded
to him, indicating he would like to talk to him out in the hall.
"Now, Granny, I'm right here beside you. You gonna be okay; you hear me?!"
patted Granny's hand and the old woman smiled, settling down. Her
Arlissy was beside her now; everything was gonna be all right, she knew.
Granny drifted off to sleep.
what? What if Granny wasn't going to be okay? Was she going to be left
all alone, now? She didn't know how she was going to go on, if her
do people do, anyway,' she wondered to herself? 'I've probably lost my
job at the drug store. I didn't make much at it, anyhow. Jist enough to
buy us some things we couldn't get from sellin' stuff we grew on the
farm. Our cows are gone, killed by that Con Douglas. Chickens were
scattered all over, I ain't been able to go back out to feed 'em. Wonder
if anybody's been feedin' the hogs? The house is all messed up; near
everything in it smashed all to pieces. Oh, dear God! What am I ever
gonna do? Please, Lord, tell me! Please don't take my Granny from me! I
need her so much!'
Arlissa was contemplating her future and that of Granny, the doctor was
giving the news to the Sheriff that he wasn't holding out much hope for
the old lady to survive this latest setback.
Sheriff Bradshaw rubbed his hand across his face, thinking.
it seems that young woman has been hit with a lot of realities lately,"
he replied. "Those two have had only each other mostly for the majority
of her life. She has a lot of spunk, and I know that she'll survive
this. Arlissa is finding out she's not quite so alone as she thought.
She'll make it all right. We are going to make sure she does, if worse
comes to worst."
They stood there for a couple of minutes, each lost in thought, until the doctor spoke.
"I have other patients I need seeing to. Are you going to be around for awhile?"
"No, I have a funeral to get to and explanations to make for Arlissa's absence. Thank you for your frankness, Dr. Winston."
"Okay. We have to see that young woman gets through this. Right?"
"Sure. We won't let her do this alone. See you."
that, the Sheriff put his hat back on and stuck his head back in the
door. He saw that Arlissa was leaning over her grandmother, with her
head resting near the old lady's.
arriving at the funeral home, the Sheriff saw that the majority of
those attending had already found a seat and the old preacher had taken
his near the podium behind the casket. Mr. Hanson, the director, was
just closing the casket, and replacing the simple spray on top of it.
Tunstall/O'Hanlon group was being ushered in to take their seats on the
front two rows on the left of the casket. When the Sheriff was seated
near the back, he looked around, searching for Donelli and saw him on
the right side of the room, near the back just about in a straight line
across from himself. Apparently, the man was trying to appear
chance of that!" Bradshaw thought to himself. The man stuck out like a
sore thumb, but the sheriff had to give him credit for trying. Seemed
that Donelli was trying to see if the boy would be there. He wondered
where and who was taking care of the lad. No one had taken the sheriff
into their confidence. Well, he figured they knew what they were doing.
also knew that sooner or later, the whole mess was going to have to be
dealt with. After all, the law is the law, and he was sworn to uphold
it, once the courts made a decision. So far, the matter had not been
taken before a court, but he knew it most likely would happen. It would
no doubt fall upon him to see to it. It was an unwelcome duty.
pastor got up to speak and a hush fell over the crowd. Somewhere in the
back, a baby cried and the mother began to rock it back and forth, not
wanting to miss anything, trying to hush it.
began to read from Psalm 23, the familiar words falling over the crowd
and quieting them all. The family doubted that Rose was a believer; but
the words were meant to comfort those still living. Once a person is
gone, their chance at redemption is past; it is for the living that
funerals are conducted.
pastor's message was brief. He reminded those present that we never
know how long our life on earth will be; it is up to us to decide how we
will live it. Rose died young; and left those behind to grieve for her
passing. She had made her decisions, whatever they were.
organ began to play the hymn, "Rock of Ages" and one of the Hansons
stood to lead those present in singing it. It was a song familiar to all
and they sang it in solemnity.
the song was finished, the family was escorted from the room, followed
by the rest of those present. The casket was taken out the side door by
the pallbearers and placed in the hearse.
the outer room, friends gathered around the family, hugging and giving
sympathetic words. It wasn't long before the crowd dispersed and entered
cars to either take the long trip to the graveyard in the hinterlands,
or to go wherever they needed to go.
Bradshaw was keeping his eyes on Donelli. He also noticed that Billy
Newman was doing the same. He motioned to Billy to follow wherever
the sheriff went back to his office. He had other work to take care of.
He suspected that matters concerning the little boy would soon come to a
following the funeral services, the family and friends of Martha Rose
O'Hanlon accompanied her remains to the Blithewood Cemetery that was
located in a hollow back in the hills in a remote area of the county.
There had once stood a church next to Blithewood. Only the remains were
The day was crisp and cool, hinting at the beginning of the season to follow.
The cortege was not a very long one; perhaps ten cars behind the hearse.
Tunstall was reflecting on a past that was filled with conflict between
Rose and herself. It has always seemed that Rose belonged more to Sean
than to her. Well, actually, that was most likely true. Rose was always
the little princess to her father.
was always, "That girl! Why can't she do what I ask her to do? Sean,
you know you are spoiling her! I've tried! God knows, I've tried!"
was always singing that ridiculous song, 'Rosie, I'm always thinkin' of
you, Rosie' to the girl, and swinging her up in his arms. Even when he
was drinking, he never hit her. The way he brought her... no, I won't go
brought the handkerchief up to her eyes and swiped them, then hardened
her face and clung to her husband's hand. Sitting beside him in the
truck, she looked back at the vehicle directly behind them containing
her two sons, daughter-in-law, and daughter, Marie.
She wondered what was going on in their minds and hearts as they followed.
Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Arlissa sat beside her Granny, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
"Granny, don't die and leave me. I'm not ready to go on without you," she whispered.
There was no response from the old lady except to continue her shallow breathing.
"Well, at least, she's holding her own right now," the young woman said to herself.
right here with you! I ain't goin' nowhere, Granny. I love you, Granny!
I know I don't tell you that enough. I reckon maybe I take it for
granted that you're knowin' it. I know that you love me, too. You're the
only Mama I ever had, and you raised me good, teachin' me all about God
and doin' what is right. I won't never forget what you always said
about me bein' your gift from Him."
now, Arlissa was near tears, but still smiling as she remembered her
growing up years. The way Grandpa taught her to pitch a ball and how he
taught her to whittle and play marbles. Then when she was just learning
so many things, he up and took pneumonia and died. That just left her
remembered how she had stood at the grave and said, "I'll take care of
you, Granny! Don't cry," even as she herself was crying at the time.
Her Granny had just smiled down at her and said, "Child, I reckon maybe we'll just take care of each other, eh?"
Her memories then took Arlissa to the time that she had asked Granny to tell her about when she was born.
"Were you there when I was borned, Granny?"
remembered how she had first heard the story of her birth. A woman had
shown up on the doorsteps of the farm, announcing that Eleanor needed
her mother. Granny had put on her coat and gone with the woman, only to
find her daughter at death's door, hanging on until Granny got there.
"But, why? Why didn't you know? Where was my mommy when I was borned?" She had asked in her childish voice.
it's just too complicated to tell you, except to say that your mama
loved you and knew she was dying. She just wasn't strong enough to stay
on in this world. She knew she wanted me to raise you and not let you be
in the hands of strangers. Her last thoughts were of you. Never doubt
In the years since, she had asked Granny for more but the old woman had refused to discuss it any further.
now, Arlissa wondered who had summoned Granny to where her mother had
given birth and why she had not, would not, give her any additional
information. Why had her grandmother lied about what year she had been
born? Of what significance was that, anyway? What difference?
had Arlissa's father been? Had he been there when Eleanor had given
birth? Who had given Arlissa her name, even? Why the mystery?
'Don't I deserve to know? Will I ever know?' she asked herself as she sat by Granny's still form.
"Oh, Granny! Why have you never given me the answers I long for?" she cried aloud.
The old lady stirred beside her.
"Wiss" she muttered.
Arlissa sat up, startled to hear her grandmother speaking.
"What? Granny, what are you trying to tell me?"
"Saw...." The rest of what she was trying to say was mumbled.
The old lady gave a long sorrowful look at Arlissa and drifted back to sleep.
Remaining in the chair, but leaning back, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep herself. She felt so very tired.
She awakened an hour later when the nurse came into the room to check on her patient.
taking the vital signs, the nurse said, "I do believe she is stronger.
Why don't you go down to the cafeteria and get some coffee and perhaps a
sweet roll or something to give you some energy? I'll page you if her
condition worsens. Okay?"
"Thanks. I think I will."
Once she had her coffee and a fresh cinnamon roll she headed for a table in the corner where she could be alone.
think maybe I'll head for that tree me and Rosie used to meet at when I
can be sure Granny is going to be okay. Wonder why she mentioned it in
that note she left me."
Meanwhile, Alberto Donelli looked around at the people gathered at the gravesite, seemingly agitated.
Bradshaw wondered what kind of bee was in Donelli's bonnet (so to
speak). Then realized the man was curious about Arlissa's absence. He
was searching for the young woman who was at the side of her Granny.
Why? What was his obvious interest in Arlissa?
No matter right now, because he wasn't going to see the girl here.
watched as the pastor spoke a few words and then Marie, Rosie's younger
sister, stepped forward and began sing in a clear beautiful voice, the
song so often played at funerals, "Amazing Grace".
was soon a wiping of eyes as she came to a close and the last haunting
note sounded in the hollow. Flowers were dropped one at a time on the
casket, and it was lowered into the ground.
Soon the people got into their cars and began wending their way back home through the hills and hollows.
Mrs.Tunstall wiped her eyes and turned her eyes on her husband.
that's that...Little did I dream when I got her that it would end like
this. I believed that I could make everything good between us. I tried,
God knows I tried!"
"You mean, when she was born...right?"
"Um..yes. What did you think I meant?"
"Well, that's just a strange way to speak of a child being born."
"Why are you constantly picking apart everything I say lately?"
please! I know this has to be a difficult time for you. Why don't we
get back on to the baby-sitter's and pick up little Benny? He'll be
anxious to see us again."
"Okay! Just don't say anything else. I can't take it right now."
started up the truck and they drove away in a heavy silence; she looked
out the truck window, noting the leaves hanging in golden silence,
fluttering softly in the breeze.
Except for the funeral director and grave diggers, they were the last to leave.
to the side of the road, parked under the trees, sat Donelli in a
rented car, watching and then as the Tunstalls passed him, he pulled out
to follow a distance behind them. He was determined they would lead him
to his son eventually.
Arlissa sat once again, by Granny's side, watching her breathe in and out, praying that she would continue to do so.
back against the chair, she began to reminisce. When she and her Granny
had first gone to visit the O'Hanlon family at the occasion of Rosie's
grandma's funeral, and she had first met Rosie, she felt as though she
was seeing someone she had always known. The striking up of a friendship
was an immediate thing.
that, they were almost inseparable. They would meet at the tree when
they got a chance and talk about what they hoped to do with their
a coincidence, too, that their birthdays were two years and one day
apart. Now it dawned upon her, with the discovery of a new birth date,
that it was only one day.
funniest thing was that when one of them would begin a sentence, the
other knew exactly what they were going to say, and sometimes finish it
for them. The two girls often laughed about that.
Rosie wanted to go to a big city and become an actress or a model.
be the only model with my kind of hair; and I'll bet I get lots of jobs
because of it. I'll be famous! Then I'll send for you and we can paint
the town redder than our hair. Ha ha ha! Maybe I can even get jobs for
you to model, too. We could model as twins, couldn't we? The only
red-haired twins in the business."
Rosie, you're crazy! I don't want to go to no big town and be a model! I
jist want to find out who my daddy was and spend some time with him if I
can find him. I want to find a good husband and get married someday."
"I just wanta get away from here. My mom won't let me do anything that is fun!
Everything that I like doing...well, except for talking to you, and she
even tries to keep me from doing that sometimes...she won't let me do.
It's like she hates me and can't stand to be around me!"
Arlissa sat deep in thought, remembering...
All at once she heard a sound coming from her Granny.
up, she saw her Granny was licking her lips. They looked very dry where
the old lady had been breathing through her open mouth.
"Water! You want some water..."
picked up the glass of water with a straw in it, and holding the straw
in her Granny's mouth, let the old woman drink a few sips.
"Granny! Are you feeling better?"
The old woman nodded and gave a grateful glance at the young woman, with a half-smile.
"Would you like something to eat? Are you hungry?"
Just then the nurse came bustling in to check on her patient.
Mrs. Hinton, how are we feeling now? Do you feel like sitting up a
little so you can breathe better, and maybe have a little something to
eat? It is lunchtime, and the aide is going to be bringing a tray for
the two of you."
taking the vital signs, she busied herself straightening the already
straight covers and then took the clip board at the end of the bed and
recorded the vitals.
As she left the bed, she patted the old lady on the feet affectionately, and smiled at Arlissa.
"Don't let her tire herself out, now, young lady."
"No, Ma'am, I won't."
had already decided not to trouble her Granny any more with questions
about her past. There were other sources she could consult.
along the country road, Jake Tunstall noticed the strange car following
the truck he was driving, going to get little Benny.
Helen, take a quick look back and see if you can tell who is driving
that car back behind us. Don't let him see you looking. Take out your
compact and act like you're checking your make-up or your hair or
something, like you women are always doing."
"Do you suppose it's that Donelli fellow?"
that's my guess. We're coming up close on Henderson's curve and if it's
him, I can pull off and he'll never know where we went."
Taking out her compact, she did as he asked, and verified his thoughts.
I'm speeding up; no doubt, he'll do the same, but I'll pull off into
that road around the blind curve and he won't see us. He don't know
these roads like we do."
a couple of minutes, they were hidden in the side road and Donelli went
on, passing them up, ignorant of the fact that he had been deceived. He
never saw them again, since there were many side roads in the area and
they had taken a different one to get to the baby-sitter's place.
back at the hospital, Arlissa had left for awhile and Granny sat
slightly elevated in her hospital bed, reminiscing...
woman had come for her in the middle of the night, with news that
Eleanor had just given birth to a baby girl, and most likely would not
make it another day...
to be outdone, Donelli decided to go once again to the woman he had
been trying to do a deal with for information about the O'Hanlons. She
was trying to get more money from him than he was willing to pay. After
all, she had contacted him several days earlier, when she had heard
about his connection to them. Seems like, even here in the sticks, his
family was becoming well-known.
didn't like to be on the wrong end of the bargaining table, so to
speak. It was usually him or the Family that had the information
desired. Well, he had ways of getting what he wanted, and he was not
above using them when necessary. The woman had threatened to take the
stuff she knew to the girl for free, if he didn't pay.
What did the old woman know? How did it concern the girl?
Why was she willing to share what she knew? Who was she, anyway? How did she get the information she said she had?
Hetty and company (her women friends) had gone to the Hinton farm to
see what they could do about the mess out there.
Upon arrival, they started to unlock the door, only to find it was damaged at the hinges.
gotta get some men out here to fix this door!" This from a scrawny
little woman who looked like she would maybe weigh a hundred pounds
"Aw, shoot! My Harvey can fix that in no time. I'll call him right now. He can check whilst he's here to see if anything else
needs repairing." The hardware man's wife had spoken up and revealed this. "We can furnish the materials, too, from the store."
my Law! Look at this mess on the walls!" spoke up the town lawyer's
wife. "Have you ever seen such words in print? That Con Douglas should
be ashamed of himself! I hope the court throws the book at him!
Kidnapping that poor little girl!"
ladies, let's quit gawking and roll up our sleeves and get to work on
this place." Hetty commanded the four who had accompanied her.
Crowe, the half owner of the town's hardware store, was on the phone
giving commands to her husband's clerk. "I don't care if he is busy!
This is important, too! Now you tell him...never mind, put him on the
phone right now! Tell him to remember who writes the checks!...the very
idea!" She patted her foot on the floor as she waited.
Harvey? Yes, dear, we really do need you! We aren't gonna do all this
work, just to see it messed up again by somebody happening by while
nobody's here! We need you to come fix the door." She listened awhile
and then went on.
"Okay...but if he doesn't do a good job, you're gonna have to redo it! All right, all right! I'll see you this evening, then."
She hung up the phone and told them that he was sending out a carpenter that did odd jobs for his customers sometimes.
ladies all got busy then, picking up the pieces of clothing, checking
the pieces of furniture that had been knocked apart by Douglas and
setting some aside they thought could be repaired.
We need some paint and brushes to repaint these walls. Call your
husband back and tell him he needs to send some supplies for that. A
coat or two of fresh paint will certainly brighten up this place." Hetty
was certainly in command. "Carla, you have a good sense of decoration,
what colors do you think we should put on the walls?"
Sanderson looked at Hetty doubtfully. "Well, I don't know as I should
be deciding something so important to the people who live here."
I'm sure, being in the need of our charity and all, that they'll be
grateful for whatever we can do for them! Now, come on, what colors?"
Reluctantly, Carla looked at the walls and the colors that were on them at the time.
"Hmmm. It's going to take several coats of whatever we use, with all the writing that's on the walls."
She began to suggest colors and shades of the colors and began to write them down. Then she came to a decision.
why don't you hold off on calling the store and let me just go in and
look at what colors Harvey has, then I can decide what we should get?
Would that be okay? I'll bring the materials back with me. It will only
take a short time, I promise."
"Well, okay. Is that okay with you, Hetty?"
(To be continued)