She could hear the engine idling, and as she descended the porch steps, her dad offered a tentative wave. Pete swung the door shut, leaving Ronnie with a sinking feeling.
When she reached her dad and Pastor Harris, Officer Pete was already backing out of the drive, which only confirmed her sense that bad news was coming.
Youre up, her dad said. I just checked in on you a little while ago and you were dead to the world. He motioned with his thumb. Do you remember Pastor Harris?
Ronnie offered her hand. I remember. Hi again. Its good to see you.
When Pastor Harris took it, she noticed the shiny scars covering his hands and arms. I cant believe this is the same young lady I had the good fortune of meeting so long ago. Youre all grown up now. He smiled. You look like your mother.
Shed heard that a lot lately, but she still wasnt sure what to make of it. Did it mean she looked old? Or that her mom looked young? It was hard to tell, but she knew he meant it as a compliment. Thank you. Hows Mrs. Harris doing?
He adjusted his cane. Shes keeping me in line, just like she always has. And Im sure shed love to see you as well. If you find a chance to swing by the house, Ill make sure she has a jar of homemade lemonade for you.
It figured that hed remember. I might just take you up on that.
I hope so. He turned to Steve. Thank you again for offering to make the window. Its coming along beautifully.
He waved off the thanks. You dont have to thank me
Of course I do. But I really have to be going. Ive got the Towson sisters leading Bible study this morning, and if you knew them, youd understand why its imperative that I dont leave them to their own devices. Theyre quite the fire-and-brimstone types. They love Daniel and Revelation, and seem to forget that Second Corinthians is even a chapter in the good book.
He turned to Ronnie. It was wonderful to see you again, young lady. I hope your father isnt causing you too much trouble these days. You know how parents can be.
She smiled. Hes okay.
Good. But if he causes you any trouble, you come talk to me, and Ill do my best to set him straight. He was quite the mischievous child at times, so I can only imagine how frustrated you must get.
I wasnt mischievous, her dad protested. All I did was play the piano.
Remind me to tell you about the time he put red dye in the baptismal well.
Her dad seemed mortified. I never did that!
Pastor Harris seemed to be enjoying himself. Maybe not, but my point stands. No matter how he presents himself, your dad wasnt perfect.
With that, he turned and started up the drive. Ronnie watched him go, amused. Anyone who could make her dad squirmin a harmless way, of coursewas someone she definitely wanted to get to know a little better. Especially if he had stories to tell about her dad. Fun stories. Good stories.
Her dads expression as he watched him go was inscrutable. When he turned back to her, however, he seemed to have reverted to the dad she knew, and she remembered again that Officer Pete had been here only a couple of minutes earlier.
What was that all about? she asked. With Officer Pete.
Why dont we have breakfast first? Im sure youre probably starved. You barely had any dinner.
She reached for his arms. Just tell me, Dad.
Her dad hesitated, struggling to find the right words, but there was no way he could candy-coat the truth. He sighed. Youre not going to be able to go back to New York, at least until youre arraigned next week. The stores owner intends to press charges.
Ronnie sat on the dune, less angry than frightened at the thought of what was happening inside the house. It had been an hour since her dad had told her what Officer Pete had said, and shed been sitting out here ever since. She knew her dad was inside talking to her mom on the phone, and Ronnie could only imagine how her mom was reacting. It was the only good thing about being here at all.
Except for Will
Ronnie shook her head, wondering why on earth she kept thinking about him. They were already over, assuming that they had ever really begun. Why had he been interested in her? Hed been together with Ashley for a long time, which meant he liked her type. If there was one thing shed learned, it was that people didnt change. They liked what they liked, even if they didnt understand why. And she was nothing like Ashley.
No discussion, no debate. Because if she was like Ashley, she might as well just start swimming toward the horizon until all hope of rescue was gone. She might as well end it now.
Still, that wasnt what bothered her most. What bothered her was her mom. Her mom was no doubt hearing about the arrest, since her dad was on the phone right now. The idea made her cringe. Her mom was blowing a gasket, no doubt screaming. As soon as she hung up with Dad, she would probably call her sister or her own mom and spread the news about the latest horrible thing Ronnie had done. She was into rehashing all sorts of personal stuff, usually with just enough exaggeration to make Ronnie seem as guilty as possible. Her mom always neglected the nuances, of course. In this case, the most important nuance was that she hadnt done it!
But did that matter? Of course not. She could feel her moms rage, and the whole thing made her sick to her stomach. Maybe it was a good thing she wasnt going home today.
Behind her, she heard her dad approach. When she glanced over her shoulder, he hesitated.
She knew he was trying to figure out whether she wanted to be alone, before he gingerly took a seat beside her. He didnt say anything right away. Instead, he seemed to be watching a distant shrimp trawler anchored near the horizon.
Was she mad?
She already knew the answer, but she couldnt help asking.
A little, he admitted.
Just a little?
Im pretty sure she Godzillad the kitchen while we were talking.
Ronnie closed her eyes, imagining the scene. Did you tell her what really happened?
Of course I did. And I made sure to tell her that I was certain you were telling the truth.
He put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a hug. Shell get over it. She always does.
Ronnie nodded. In the silence, she could feel her dad studying her.
Im sorry you cant go home today, he said. His tone was soft and apologetic. I know how much you hate it here.
I dont hate it here, she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as shed been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. Its just that I dont belong here.
He gave her a melancholy smile. If its any consolation, when I was growing up, I didnt feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But its strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. Theres something about the ocean that just calls to me.
She turned toward him. Whats going to happen to me? Did Officer Pete say anything more?
No. Just that the owner feels like she has to press charges, since the items were valuable and shes had a lot of problems with shoplifting lately.
But I didnt do it! Ronnie cried.
I know, he said, and well work it out. Well find a good lawyer and take it from there.
Are lawyers expensive?
Good ones are, he said.
Can you afford that?
Dont worry. Ill figure something out. He paused. Can I ask you something? What did you do that made Blaze so mad? You never told me.
Had her mom asked, she probably wouldnt have answered. Nor would she have answered her dad even a couple of days earlier. Now, she couldnt see any reason not to. She has this weird, scary boyfriend, and she thinks I was trying to steal him away from her. Or something like that.
What do you mean by weird and scary?
She paused. At the waters edge, the first of the families were arriving, loaded with towels and beach toys. I saw him last night, she said in a low voice. She pointed down the beach. He was standing over there while I was talking to Will.
Her dad didnt try to hide his concern. But he didnt come any closer.
She shook her head. No. But theres something off about him. Marcus
Maybe you should keep your distance from those two. Blaze and Marcus, I mean.
Dont worry. I wasnt planning to talk to either one of them again.
Do you want me to call Pete? I know you havent had a good experience with him
Ronnie shook her head. Not yet. And believe it or not, Im not mad at Pete at all. He was just doing his job, and actually, he was pretty understanding about the whole thing. I think he felt sorry for me.
He told me he believes you. Which is why he talked to the owner.
She smiled, thinking how nice it was to talk to her dad like this. For an instant, she wondered how different her life would have been had he never moved away. She hesitated, scooping up a handful of sand and letting it sift through her fingers.
Why did you leave us, Dad? she asked. Im old enough for the truth, okay?
Her dad stretched his legs out, obviously buying time. He seemed to be wrestling with something, trying to figure out how much to tell her and where to begin, before he started with the obvious. After I stopped teaching at Juilliard, I did every show that I could. It was my dream, you know? Be a famous concert pianist? Anyway I guess I should have thought more about the reality of the situation before I made the decision. But I didnt. I didnt realize how hard it was going to be on your mom. He fixed her with a serious gaze. In the end, we just sort of drifted apart.
She watched her dad as he answered, trying to read between the lines.
There was someone else, wasnt there, she said. Her voice held no inflection.
Her dad didnt answer, and his gaze fell away. Ronnie felt something plummet inside her.
When he finally answered, he sounded tired. I know I should have tried harder to save the marriage, and Im sorry about that. More sorry than youll ever know. But I want you to know something, okay? I never once stopped believing in your mom, I never once stopped believing in the endurance of our love. Even though it didnt work out in the end the way you or I wanted it to, I see you and Jonah and I think how lucky I am to have you as children. In a lifetime of mistakes, you two are the greatest things that have ever happened to me.
When he finished, she scooped up another handful of sand and let it trickle through her fingers, feeling tired again. What am I going to do?
You mean about today?
I mean about everything.
She felt him lay a gentle hand on her back. I think maybe your first step should be to go talk to him.
Who?
Will, he said. Do you remember when you walked past the house yesterday? When I was standing on the porch? I was watching you, thinking how natural the two of you seemed together.
You dont even know him, Ronnie said, her voice a mixture of wonder and surprise.
No, he said. He smiled, his expression tender. But I know you. And you were happy yesterday.
What if he wont talk to me? she fretted.
He will.
How do you know?
Because I was watching, and he was happy, too.
* * *
Standing outside the lobby of Blakelee Brakes, she could only think,
I dont want to do this.
She didnt want to face him, except she also sort of wanted to and knew she had no other choice. She knew she hadnt been fair to him, and at the very least, he deserved to know what Ashley had said to her. Hed waited outside her house for hours, right?
Besides, she had to admit her father was right. Shed had a lot of fun with Will, or at least as much fun as she could have in a place like this. And there was something about him that set him apart from any of the guys shed known. Not so much that he played volleyball and had the body of an athlete, or even that he was smarter than he let on. He wasnt afraid of her. Too many guys simply rolled over these days, thinking that being nice was all that mattered. And it did matter, but not if the guy equated being nice with being a doormat. She liked the fact that hed taken her fishing, even though she hadnt been enthusiastic about it. It was his way of telling her, This is who I am, and this is what I enjoy, and of all the people I know right now, I want to enjoy this experience with you. Too often, when a guy asked her out, he picked her up without the slightest idea of what to do or where to go, eventually forcing her to come up with the plan. There was something so wishy-washy and clueless about that. Will was anything but wishy-washy, and she couldnt help liking him for that.
Which meant, of course, that she had to fix things. Steeling herself in case he was still angry, she entered the lobby. In the bay, Will and Scott were working beneath a lifted car. Scott said something to Will, who turned and saw her, but he didnt smile. Instead, he wiped his hands on a rag and started toward her.
He stopped a few feet away. Up close, his expression was unreadable. What do you want?
Not exactly the opening shed hoped for, but it wasnt entirely unexpected, either.
You were right, she said. Yesterday, I left the game because Ashley said that I was just your latest project. She also implied that I wasnt the first, that our day togetherall the things we did and places you took mewere tricks you use with every new girl.
Will continued to stare at her. She lied.
I know.
Then why did you leave me sitting outside for hours? And why didnt you say anything yesterday?
She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, feeling shame well up in her chest but trying not to let it show. I was angry and upset. And I was going to tell you, but you left before I had the chance.
Youre saying it was my fault?
No, not at all. Theres a lot of stuff that was going on that doesnt have anything to do with you. Its been difficult for the past few days. She ran a nervous hand through her hair. It felt so hot in the garage.
Will took a moment to absorb what shed said. Why would you believe her in the first place? You dont even know her.
She closed her eyes. Why? she wondered. Because Im an idiot.Because I should have trusted my instincts about her. But she didnt say those things. She simply shook her head. I dont know.
When she didnt seem willing to add anything else, he tucked his thumbs into his pockets.
Is that all you came to say? Because Ive got to get back to work.
I also wanted to apologize, she said, her voice subdued. Im sorry. I overreacted.
Yeah, you did, Will shot back. You were completely irrational. Anything else?
And I also wanted you to know that I had a really good time yesterday. Well, up until the end, anyway.
Okay.
She wasnt sure what his answer meant, but when he flashed a brief smile, she felt herself begin to relax.
Okay? Thats it? Thats all youre going to say after I came all the way down here to apologize? Okay?
Instead of answering, Will took a step toward her, and all at once, everything happened too quickly to even make sense of it. One second he was standing three feet away from her, and in the next he had a hand on her hip and was pulling her close. Leaning in, he kissed her. His lips were soft, and he was surprisingly gentle. Maybe it was simply that hed caught her by surprise, but even so, she found herself kissing him back. The kiss didnt last long, and it wasnt the kind of earthshaking, soul-destroying kiss common in movies these days; but even so, she was glad it happened, and for whatever reason, she realized it was exactly what shed wanted him to do.
When he pulled back, Ronnie could feel the blood flood her cheeks. His expression was kind but serious, and there was absolutely nothing wishy-washy about it.
The next time youre mad at me, talk to me, he said. Dont shut me out. I dont like playing games. And by the way, I had a great time, too.
Ronnie still felt a little off balance as she walked back home. Replaying their kiss a hundred times, she still wasnt sure how it happened.
But she liked it. She liked it a lot. All of which begged the question as to why shed simply left afterward. It felt as though they should have made plans to see each other again, but with Scott in the background staring at them with his mouth hanging open, it seemed easier to give him another quick kiss and let him get back to work. But somehow she was certain theyd see each other again, probably sooner rather than later.
He liked her. She wasnt sure why or how it happened, but he did. The thought was amazing, and she wished Kayla were here so she could talk to her about it. She supposed she could call her, but it wouldnt be the same, and besides, she wasnt even sure what she would say. She supposed she just wanted someone to listen.
As she approached the house, the door to the workshop swung open. Jonah stepped out into the sunlight and headed toward the house.
Hey, Jonah! she called out.
Oh, hey, Ronnie! Jonah turned and started jogging toward her. When he got close, he seemed to study her. Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
Do you want a cookie?
What?
A cookie. Like an Oreo. Do you want one?
She had no idea where this was going, for the simple reason that her brothers brain ran on tracks perpendicular, not parallel, to her own. She answered with caution. No.
How can you not want a cookie?
I just dont.
Okay, fine, he said, waving it off. Lets say you did want a cookie. Lets say you were dying for a cookie, and there were cookies in the cupboard. What would you do?
Id eat a cookie? she suggested.
Jonah snapped his fingers. Exactly. Thats all Im saying.
What are you saying?
That if people want cookies, they should get a cookie. Its what people do.
Aha, she thought. Now it makes sense. Let me guess. Dad wont let you have a cookie?
No. Even though Im practically starving to death, he wont even consider it. He says I have to have a sandwich first.
And you dont think thats fair.
You just said youd get a cookie if you wanted one. So why cant I? Im not a little kid. I can make my own decisions. He stared at her earnestly.
She brought a finger to her chin. Hmm. I can see why this bothers you so much.
Its not fair. If he wants a cookie, he can have one. If you want a cookie, you can have one.
But if I want a cookie, the rules dont count. Like you said, its not fair.
So what are you going to do?
Im going to eat a sandwich. Because I have to. Because the world isnt fair to ten-year-olds.
He trudged off without waiting for a response. She had to smile as she watched him go.
Maybe later, she thought, shed take him out for an ice cream. For a moment, she debated whether or not to follow him into the house, then she changed her mind and headed to the workshop. She figured it was probably time to see the window that shed heard so much about.
From the door, she could see her dad soldering some lead together.
Hey, sweetheart. Come on in.
Ronnie stepped inside, really taking in the workshop for the first time. She wrinkled her nose at the weird animals on the shelves and eventually wandered to the table, where she saw the window. As far as she could tell, they still had a long way to go; it wasnt even a quarter complete, and if the pattern was any indication, there were probably hundreds of pieces to go.
After finishing with the piece, her dad stood straighter and rolled his shoulders. The tables a little low for me. It gets to me after a while.
Do you need some Tylenol?
No, Im just getting old. Tylenol cant do much to fix that.
She smiled before walking away from the table. Tacked to the wall, next to a newspaper article describing the fire, was a photograph of the window. She leaned in closer to get a better look before she turned to face him. I talked to him, she said. I went over to the garage where he works.
And?
He likes me.
Her dad shrugged. He should. Youre a catch.
Ronnie smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude. She wondered, but couldnt quite remember, if hed always been this nice. Why are you making the window for the church? Because Pastor Harris is letting you stay in the house?
No. I would have made one anyway He trailed off. In the silence, Ronnie was looking at him expectantly. Its a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?
She nodded.
I was maybe six or seven when I first wandered into Pastor Harriss church. I took refuge there to get out of the rainI mean, it was pouring and I was soaked. When I heard him playing the piano, I remember thinking that hed tell me I couldnt stay. But he didnt. Instead, he brought me a blanket and a cup of soup, and he called my mom so she could come pick me up.
But before she got there, he let me play the piano. I was just a little kid, banging on the keys, but anyway, I ended up going back the next day and he eventually became my first piano teacher. He had this great love of music. He used to tell me that beautiful music was akin to angels singing, and I just got hooked. I went to the church every day and Id play for hours beneath the original window, with this heavenly light cascading around me. Thats the image I always see when I recall the hours I spent there. This beautiful flood of light. And a few months ago, when the church burned
He motioned to the article on the wall. Pastor Harris almost died that night. He was inside doing a last minute rewrite on his sermon, and he barely got out. The church it went up in minutes and the whole place burned to the ground. Pastor Harris was in the hospital for a month, and since then hes been holding services in an old warehouse that someone is letting him use.
Its dingy and dark, but I figured it was only temporary until he told me that the insurance covered only half the damage, and there was no way they could afford a new window. I just couldnt imagine that. The church wouldnt be the same place I remember, and it wouldnt be right. So Im going to finish it. He cleared his throat. I need to finish it.
As he spoke, Ronnie found herself trying to picture her dad as a child at the church piano, her gaze flitting from him to the photograph to the partly constructed window on the table.
Youre doing a good thing.
Yeah, well well see how it turns out at the end. But Jonah seems to like working on it.
Oh, about Jonah. Hes pretty bitter about the fact you wouldnt let him have a cookie.
He needed lunch first.
She smirked. Im not arguing. I just thought it was funny.
Did he tell you he already had two cookies today?
Im afraid he didnt mention that.
I figured. He stacked his gloves on the table. You want to have lunch with us?
She nodded. Yeah. I think I do.
They headed toward the door. By the way, he said, trying to sound casual, am I ever going to have a chance to meet the young man who likes my daughter?
She slid past him, into the sunlight. Probably.
How about inviting him over for dinner. And maybe afterwards we can you know, do what we used to do, her dad said tentatively.
Ronnie thought about it. I dont know, Dad. It can get kind of heated.
Ill tell you what. Ill let you decide, okay?
18Will
Cmon, man. Youve got to keep your head in the game. If you do that, well crush Landry and Tyson in the tournament.
Will tossed the ball from one hand to the other as he and Scott stood in the sand, still sweating from the final volleys. It was late afternoon. Theyd finished up at the garage at three and had raced over to the beach for a scrimmage against a couple of teams from Georgia that were spending the week in the area. They were all preparing for the southeastern tournament later that August, which was going to be held at Wrightsville Beach.
They havent lost yet this year. And they just won the junior nationals, Will pointed out.
So? We werent there. They beat a bunch of scrubs.
In Wills humble opinion, the competition at the junior national tournament werent scrubs.
In Scotts world, however, anyone who lost was a scrub.
They beat us last year.
Yes, but last year you were even worse than you are now. I had to carry the entire load.
Thanks.
Im just saying. Youre inconsistent. Like yesterday? After that chick from the Lost Boys stormed off? You played the rest of the game like you were blind.
Shes not the chick from the Lost Boys. Her name is Ronnie.
Whatever. Do you know what your problem is?
Yes, Scott, please tell me my problem, Will thought. Im dying to hear what you think.
Scott went on, oblivious to Wills thoughts.
Your problem is that youre not focused. One little thing happens, and youre off in never-never land. Oh, I spilled Elviras soda on her, so Ill miss the next five digs. Oh, Vampira got mad at Ashley, so I better miss the next two serves
Would you stop? Will interrupted.
Scott seemed confused. Stop what?
Stop calling her names.
See! Thats exactly what Im talking about! Im not talking about her. Im talking about you and your lack of focus. Your inability to concentrate on the game.
We just won two straight sets, and they only scored seven points total! We crushed them,
Will protested.
But they shouldnt have even had five points. We should have shut them out.
Are you serious?
Yeah, Im serious. Theyre not very good.
But we won! Isnt that enough?
Not if you could win by more. We could have broken their spirit, so that when they meet us in the tournament, theyd give up before the game even starts. Its called psychology.
I think its called running the score up.
Well, thats just because youre not thinking straight, or you never would have ended up mashing faces with Cruella de Vil.
Elvira, Vampira, and now Cruella. At least, Will thought, he wasnt recycling any material.
I think youre jealous, Will said.
No. Personally, I think you should go out with Ashley, so I can go out with Cassie.
Youre still thinking about that?
Hello? Who else would I be thinking about? You should have seen her in her bikini yesterday.
So ask her out.
She wont go. Scott frowned in consternation. Its like a package deal or something. I dont understand it.
Maybe she thinks youre ugly.
Scott glared at him before forcing out a fake laugh. Ha-ha! That is so funny. You should really try booking yourself on Letterman. His glare remained fixed on Will.
Im just saying.
Well, dont, okay? And what is it with you and
Ronnie?
Yeah. What was that about? Yesterday, you spent your whole day off with her, and then she shows up this morning and you kiss her? Are you, like serious about her or something?