Gabe while the two of you attend the party,” Mrs. Miracle said.
It was generous of her to offer, but Holly couldn’t accept. She shook her head. “You should be at the party yourself, Mrs. Miracle.”
“Oh, heavens, no. After a full day on my feet I’ll look forward to sitting in that comfy blue chair of yours. The one your parents gave you.”
Before she could question how Mrs. Miracle knew about her chair, Jake asked, “Would you like to go to the party with me?” His eyes met hers, and she found herself nodding.
“Yes,” she whispered. “When is it?”
“Wednesday night, after the store closes.”
“Wednesday,” she repeated.
“I’ll pick you up at nine-thirty. I know that’s late but—”
“I’ll be ready.”
“I’ll come over a bit earlier,” Mrs. Miracle added. “The two of you will have a lovely evening.” She spoke with the utmost confidence, as if no other outcome was possible.
Holly and Gabe left a few minutes later, and Jake walked them to the elevator. “I’ll see you Wednesday,” he said as he pressed the button.
“Listen, Jake, you don’t need to do this. I mean, it’s fairly obvious you didn’t intend to ask me and—”
“I’d really like it if you’d come to the party with me,” he said, and she couldn’t doubt his sincerity.
“Then I will,” she murmured. “I’ll look forward to it.”
In the elevator, Holly remembered Mrs. Miracle’s comment. The woman had never been to her apartment and yet somehow she knew about the chair her parents had given her. Furthermore, she seemed to know her address, too.
Oh, well. Gabe had probably told her. He obviously felt comfortable with the older woman and for that Holly could only be grateful.
Chapter Thirteen
Cars are not the only thing
recalled by their maker.
—Mrs. Miracle
On Wednesday at nine-fifteen, Emily stood at Holly’s door, her large purse draped over one arm and her knitting bag in the other hand. Holly answered, smiling in welcome. She absolutely sparkled. In her fancy black dress and high heels, her hair gathered up and held in place with a jeweled comb, she looked stunning.
“Mrs. Miracle, I can’t thank you enough.” Holly stepped aside so Emily could enter the apartment. “Tonight wouldn’t be possible if not for you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” she said. She put down her bags, then unwrapped the knitted scarf from around her neck and removed her heavy wool coat. Holly hung them in the hallway closet as Emily arranged her bags by the chair, prepared to settle down for the evening. The toy department had kept her busy all day and she was eager to get off her feet.
Holly followed her into the small living room. “I feel bad that you won’t be attending the party.”
“Oh, no, my dear.” Emily dismissed her concern. “I’m not a party girl anymore.” She chuckled at her own humor. “Besides, I intend to have a good visit here with my young friend Gabe.”
“He’s been pretty subdued since the episode on Monday. He’s promised to be on his best behavior.”
“Don’t you worry. We’ll have a grand time together.” And they would.
“Hi, Mrs. Miracle.”
She was surprised to see Jake standing on the other side of the room. He’d arrived early, she thought approvingly, and he looked quite debonair in his dark suit and red tie. She’d seen an improvement in his attitude toward Christmas, mostly due to Holly and Gabe. And she had it on excellent authority that it would improve even more before the actual holiday.
“Gabe’s on the computer,” Holly said, pointing at the alcove between the living room and kitchen. “He’s had his dinner and he can stay up until ten tonight.”
Gabe twisted around and waved.
Emily waved back. “I’ll make sure he’s in bed by ten.”
Jake held Holly’s coat and the young woman slipped her arms into the sleeves. “I appreciate your volunteering to watch Gabe,” he said with a smile for Emily.
“As I told Holly, I’m delighted to do it.” She walked over to where Gabe sat at the small desk and put her hand on his shoulder. “Now, you two go. Have fun.”
Holly kissed the top of Gabe’s head. “Be good.”
“I will,” the boy said without taking his eyes from the screen.
Holly and Jake left, and Emily had to grin as she glanced over Gabe’s shoulder at the message he was emailing his father.
From: “Gabe Larson”
To: “Lieutenant Mickey Larson”
Sent: December 22
Subject: Me and Aunt Holly
Hi, Dad,
I made Aunt Holly cry. Instead of going to Jonathan’s house like I was supposed to, I went to see the robot. I was afraid