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Chapter 13
The following day,
everyone was extremely solemn. Belle was taking Hannah and Jinger’s death
the hardest. She refused to utter a word or even look at anyone. She ate her
breakfast in silence and left as soon as she was finished. Lillian and Paul
were quiet as well but they tried to be open with the girls in case they wanted
to talk. The other girls didn’t make a sound, noticing how upset
everyone was. They were still grieving themselves and it would take time
for them to open up.
After
breakfast, Paul had trees to deliver into Fairburn and Cassandra
and Belle were tagging along to pick up supplies. The twins took Lynn,
Megan, and Nadia on a ride through the hills. Lillian wanted to keep the
children as busy as possible so they wouldn’t think about Hannah or Jinger too
much. Danielle stayed behind with Lillian for most of the morning to help
with chores and housework.
“About last night,”
Danielle said as she wiped the mop across the floor.
Lillian looked over
at Danielle. “Don’t worry about last night,” she said. “I realize you were
upset and tired. I’ll pretend it never happened.”
Danielle looked at
Lillian in surprise. “No…I uh…that’s not what I meant to say.”
“What did you mean
to say?”
“I wanted to say
thank-you for last night. I feel like a door opened between us and I was…um…wondering
if I could ask you something.”
Lillian eyed
Danielle curiously, “What?”
“I was wondering if
you could stop being my friend and be my mother now?”
“You want me to be
a mother to you now?”
“Yes. I finally
realized that no matter how old a person gets, they always need their parents.
I hope you and Paul can be my parents now.”
Lillian smiled, “Are
you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure!”
Danielle exclaimed. “Stop trying to talk me out of it.” Danielle grinned shyly.
“I didn’t realize how much I missed my Mama and Papa until I needed them last
night. You and Paul stepped in and I really appreciate that.” Danielle’s eyes
wandered around the room. “You know, now I’m realizing all the little things I
miss about Mama. How she could cook for us, read us stories, go for picnics
with us and…” Danielle trailed off.
“And what?” Lillian
asked quietly.
“Nothing. It’s
silly.”
“No, I’m sure it
isn’t.” Lillian stepped closer to Danielle, eager to hear Danielle open up
about her mother.
“And…just hug me,”
Danielle finished. “Or kiss me goodnight…I miss so much about Mama, but
sometimes it’s the little things you miss the most.”
Lillian searched
Danielle’s eyes, “I’m sorry…I’d give anything for your Mama to be with you
now.”
“No, that’s
alright…I’m glad you’re my new mother now. Mama would be proud to know you’re
my new Ma.”
Lillian looked away
as her eyes misted over. She didn’t say anything; she was too choked up to speak.
“Lillian?” Danielle
said.
Lillian brushed
away a tear. “I’m sorry…that just means a lot to hear you say that.”
Danielle closed the
distance between them and hugged Lillian. “All of us girls want you to be our mother
now, and you’re the best adopted mother we could ever ask for. You always try
your hardest to be the best you can be and you’ve succeeded. We all had a
hard time a couple years ago but once we came here, you and Paul were right
there to help us when we needed help or to comfort us when we needed
comforting.”
Lillian hugged
Danielle back, “Paul and I always wanted a lot of children and we thought that
it wasn’t going to work out. But then we adopted you girls and we wanted to be
parents to you but we didn’t want to overstep our boundaries.”
“I don’t think you
can overstep any boundaries anymore. We’ve all accepted you as our parents
now.”
“I don’t know,”
Lillian cautioned. “I’m much younger than your Mama was.”
“You are,” Danielle
agreed, “but age doesn’t matter. You’ve proven to be a good friend and
mother and we need you take her place. We need a substitute. Just like
when Paul chops down trees. If he takes one, he replaces it with a
sapling. God took Mama and Papa from us but He provided you and Paul to
be the substitute.”
Lillian cocked her
head, “I never thought of it that way…”
“The little ones need
you. They don’t remember Mama; they need you to raise them. And…I
need you too.”
Lillian thought
on the seriousness of her role in the girls’ lives. She knew they needed help
and love but she had never realized the severity. Danielle had just shown her
the severity by opening her heart and showing how much she missed the little
things about Alice.
How could you
not realize that? Lillian chided herself. You were in their
shoes once. Did you forget those lonely nights without your mother?
Lillian took
Danielle’s hands. “There is nothing more I’d love to do than to be your
mother.”
“Could I call you, ‘Ma’,
then?”
“I would like that
very much.”
Danielle grinned
but her grin suddenly faded. “What will Belle say?” Danielle asked.
Lillian looked at
Danielle, “What do you mean?”
“Belle will be
upset when she hears me calling you ‘Ma’. She’ll think I’ve forgotten Mama and
she’ll be mad at me.”
“You let me worry
about Belle. I’ll talk to her tonight.”
Approaching
hoofbeats interrupted Danielle and Lillian. Danielle went to the window and
pulled back the curtain.
“Lillian—er, Ma,—”
Danielle grinned, “A man and a woman are riding up towards the house.”
Lillian smiled
upon hearing Danielle refer to her as “Ma”. It was amazing how much that word
warmed her heart.
She joined Danielle at the window. “Strangers,” she murmured. “Why don’t you go catch up with the others? I’ll entertain the guests.”
She joined Danielle at the window. “Strangers,” she murmured. “Why don’t you go catch up with the others? I’ll entertain the guests.”
Danielle slipped
out the back door and continued to the barn. Lillian brewed some coffee and
went out to greet the strangers.
“Hello,” she
called out cordially as the two neared the house.
The two were
riding a big bay mare. They stopped her by the house, dismounted, and tied the
mare to a tree.
“Good morning,”
the woman returned with a faint smile.
The man followed
behind the woman with a limp. He nodded politely then launched into
introductions. “I’m Matthew Parson and this is Laura Trenson.”
“Nice to meet you.
I’m Lillian O’Neal.”
“Do you have two
daughters named Hannah and Jinger?” Matthew asked abruptly.
Lillian stiffened
and her breath caught. How would they know Hannah and Jinger? “Yes
I do…did…” Lillian slowly beckoned them inside. After sending them to
the parlor, she brought them some coffee and spoke again.
“Hannah and Jinger
died last evening.”
Laura’s hand flew
over her open mouth and Matthew’s head descended into his
hands.
“It’s our fault,”
Laura said in a quivering tone.
“We killed ‘em,”
Matthew added.
Lillian’s blue
eyes searched the two stranger’s faces. “What’s going on?”
Matthew raised his
head and turned his dull eyes up to Lillian’s frustrated face. He and Laura
proceeded to explain how Hannah and Jinger had diligently helped them revive
the sick people. When everyone was on the road to recovery, Laura and Matthew
sent them home.
“When did you send
them home?” Lillian questioned.
“Two days ago in
the afternoon,” Laura recalled.
“They must have
gotten sick that evening,” Mathew sighed. “We came over to thank them
again…”
“The Doctor said
they died of anthrax,” Lillian said. “Is that what your group was sick
from?”
Matthew scratched
his head. “Anthrax! How could we have been so foolish? Some of our cattle died
and we, being so poor, just butchered ‘em up and ate ‘em. That’s why
everyone was getting’ sick. We gave Hannah ‘n Jinger some of that meat…ma’am,
we had no idea!”
Lillian bit her lip
and ducked her head. “I’m sure you didn’t…” She pressed her hand over her mouth
to suppress a sob. “I think you better go now.”
Laura stood up. “We
are so sorry.”
Lillian just nodded
her head.
Matthew and Laura
left the house and returned to their homestead.
~~~
Two hours after
lunch time, Belle and Paul arrived home. Cassandra had stayed in town with Joe
and would be back later. Paul briefly unloaded the supplies and greeted
his wife before he left to work on another order. Lillian and Belle were the
only ones in the house once he left. Lillian took this opportunity to tell
Belle about the visitors.
“Belle,” Lillian
said, leading Belle into the parlor.
“Yes, Lillian?”
Belle reluctantly followed. She would much rather go into her room and think in
peace. Her feelings were all mixed up and jumbled together. She was angry
and sad and confused and hurt. She did not
want to talk to Lillian.
“I have rather
disturbing news,” Lillian began. Lillian carefully told Belle what
Laura and Matthew had told her. Belle remained stoical and expressionless for
the most part but Lillian spotted the young woman’s lower jaw trembling
and the blue eyes misting.
“Belle, I’m here
for you. You don’t have to hide tears from me.”
Belle needed no
more encouraging. She broke down and collapsed into tears.
Between anguished sobs, Belle managed to say a few things. “They were so young! And they died by doing a good deed! It is just so hard…no one understands!”
Between anguished sobs, Belle managed to say a few things. “They were so young! And they died by doing a good deed! It is just so hard…no one understands!”
“I understand,”
Lillian said gently. “I had a little girl once who died. That was the
worst day of my life to see my little baby being buried. I understand the grief
and anguish you are feeling.”
Belle looked up.
“This is different though. They were my sisters!”
“Hannah and Jinger
were my daughters,” Lillian reminded. “Don’t you think I was hurt too?”
Belle paused. “You’re
not their real mother.”
Those words cut
into Lillian like a knife. Her eyes clouded over for a moment. “Belle,
when I adopted the girls, I legally become their mother. And now I accept
them as my children. I realize we are only eleven years apart and I’m too
young to be a mother to you, but I want to be a friend who can help you in
time of need. I would love to receive your trust and respect.”
Belle shook her
head. “Alice Hansen is my mother. I can’t forget about her.”
“I’m not asking
you to forget her.”
“But I might! All
her hard work may get thrown away…for nothing.”
“I want all of you
girls to remember Alice and to cherish those memories but I want to step in and
be there for the girls. I just want you girls to trust me and be able to open
up with me when you have problems.”
Belle had no
answer for that. She was beginning to realize she was just being
selfish. She was holding on to the old times. She didn’t want to move on and
start a new time in her life.
Lillian continued.
“Belle, you’re putting so much pressure on yourself by trying to double as a
mother.”
Belle took a deep
breath. “It’s been so long since Mama died…I’ve been their mother ever
since…”
“Now you can stop
worrying about them and let me do that. You need to think about yourself a
little. It’s been a long time since you saw Caleb.”
Belle blushed, “I
do miss him…”
“Then let me be the
girls’ mother. You and I can just be friends. Can we be friends?”
“I think we can be
friends,” Belle nodded.
“You don’t know
how long I’ve been waiting,” Lillian responded placing her hand on Belle’s.
Hey Lauren! I tagged you for the Wonderful Book Tag!! You can see the post here: http://fireflysstoryspace.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-wonderful-book-tag.html
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Looks like fun! I'll try to do it when I find some time! Thanks for the tag :D
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