Harvest Moon - By Robyn Carr Page 0,101
quiet. Is there something on your mind?”
“Hm? No, nothing…”
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but you should never be dishonest. Just say ‘it’s personal’ and that will do it.”
“No, there’s nothing,” she insisted.
“Old Hopi saying—When you lose your temper, you lose a friend. When you lie, you lose yourself.”
And Courtney shot back, “When you’re nosy, you irritate people.”
Lilly chortled. “What is most fun about you, you have the face of a young girl and the sharp mind of a wizard. I apologize. I didn’t mean to pry or offend. You’re right to correct me.”
Courtney sighed. “Sometimes I just flip out. Sorry. I’ve been worrying about things. One of them is my best friend’s little eight-year-old nephew who has muscular dystrophy. He’s in a wheelchair and seems to be doing fine right now, but it’s not good, you know?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Sometimes life can seem so cruel.”
“No kidding.”
“How is your friend handling it?”
“She’s handling it fine! I’m not doing so great with it.”
“Oh, Courtney, there’s an adjustment to news like that. Don’t be hard on yourself.”
“Well, it’s not that I’m hard on myself,” she said. “You know my mother died, right? I mean, even though I never tell anyone, everyone seems to know.”
“I knew, yes. I believe your father mentioned it.”
“Well, that wasn’t too easy. And I guess I worry about going through stuff like that. It’s made me sad.” Then she shrugged. “I guess.”
“Oh, now, that I understand,” she said with a laugh. “I’m an expert at that. I was hurt once and decided never to be hurt again.”
Courtney was astonished and looked at Lilly. “Really? I mean, really?”
“Oh, yes. It gave me a chronic sore throat, holding back the tears. Afraid of the tears. But the Hopi have another old saying. Crying will release the sorrowful thoughts on the mind.”
“Where do you get all these old Hopi sayings?”
She laughed. “From an old Hopi grandfather. I treasure them now, but believe me, as I was growing up he got on my last nerve!”
“Did you ever hurt so bad inside that you were afraid you’d never stop crying? That maybe you’d die of crying? That the ground might swallow you up?”
“Oh, sweeting, yes! That’s why I cut it off! But people don’t die of crying—they only get very messy and very tired and in the end, there is sometimes relief. Sometimes it takes a lot of that messy crying to get relief. But it is cleansing.”
“What did you cry over? Did your mother die?”
“I never knew my mother,” Lilly said. “Other heartbreaks, certainly not the same as yours. Life’s path sometimes has many rocky curves.”
“Another Hopi saying?”
“No,” Lilly said with a laugh. “The unfortunate truth! I’ve had as many hard times as wonderful times. As I’m older, I flow with it better than I did when I was your age. At least you have that to look forward to!”
“That’s good news…” Courtney replied drily.
“I’ve been meaning to commend you on your progress, Courtney—some of the wonderful news of the day. And I’m wondering—would you consider helping me with some of the much younger girls? Some of them are nervous around the horses and some have a bigger problem—they’re not nervous and perhaps too brave to pay attention to safety. They could use a role model like you to show them the way.”
“Seriously?”
“I couldn’t be more serious. I’m very proud of you. I think you could teach us all. Could you help?”
“Sure,” she said, her entire mood suddenly brighter.
“It’s just about finished, Courtney,” Lief said on the drive home from the stables. “The custody filing. I have to appear in court, but it’s a mere formality and you don’t have to go. This will be the end of it. I will only be gone one night and the Hawkinses said you and Spike can stay with them.”
“I don’t need to stay with them,” she said.
“I took care of it, honey. Pack an overnight, take the bus home from school so you can pick up Spike and your bag. Amber’s dad will come for you. Then, if you’re okay being alone until I get home late Thursday night, they can drop you and Spike off after dinner. You okay with that? Because if you’re not, you can stay with them two nights. I should be back by eleven at the latest. Want to stay a second night?”
“No,” she said quickly. “I’ll come home.”
He chuckled. “Okay. Mr. Hawkins said he’d bring you. You have your key. And…do