“This is beautiful,” she murmured. “I can’t wait to hang it up.”
“I’ll color another one for you the next time you come in.”
“I’d like that very much,” she said.
Kristen beamed before sitting at the table again. Katie rolled up the picture, making sure not to wrinkle it, and then tucked it into the bag. Lightning and thunder erupted, almost simultaneously this time. Rain hammered the ground and the parking lot was a sea of puddles. The sky was as dark as northern seas.
“Do you know how long the storm is supposed to last?” she asked.
“I heard it was supposed to last most of the day,” Alex answered.
She stared out the door. As she debated what to do, she toyed again with the nonexistent ring. In the silence, Kristen tugged at her dad’s shirt.
“You should drive Miss Katie home,” she told him. “She doesn’t have a car. And it’s raining hard.”
Alex looked at Katie, knowing she’d overheard Kristen. “Would you like a ride home?”
Katie shook her head. “No, that’s okay.”
“But what about the picture?” Kristen said. “It might get wet.”
When Katie didn’t answer immediately, Alex came out from behind the register. “Come on.” He motioned with his head. “There’s no reason to get soaked. My car’s right out back.”
“I don’t want to impose…”
“You’re not imposing.” He patted his pocket and pulled out his car keys before reaching for the bags. “Let me get those for you,” he said, taking them. “Kristen, sweetie? Will you run upstairs and tell Josh I’ll be back in ten minutes?”
“Sure, Daddy,” she said.
“Roger?” he called out. “Watch the store and the kids for a bit, would you?”
“No problem.” Roger waved.
Alex nodded toward the rear of the store. “You ready?” he asked.
They made a frantic dash for the jeep, wielding bent umbrellas against the gale-force winds and blankets of rain. Lightning continued to flash, making the clouds blink. Once they had settled into their seats, Katie used her hand to wipe the condensation from the window.
“I didn’t think it would be like this when I left the house.”
“No one ever does, until the storm hits, anyway. We get a lot of the sky is falling on the weather reports, so when something big does hit, people never expect it. If it’s not as bad as the reports predicted, we complain. If it’s worse than expected, we complain. If it’s just as bad as predicted, we complain about that, too, because we’ll say that the reports are wrong so often, there was no way to know they’d be right this time. It just gives people something to complain about.”
“Like the people in the grill?”
He nodded and grinned. “But they’re basically good people. For the most part, they’re hardworking, honest, and as kind as the day is long. Any one of them would have been glad to watch the store for me if I’d asked, and they’d account for every penny. It’s like that down here. Because deep down, everyone here knows that in a small town like this, we all need one another. It’s great, even if it did take some time for me to get used to it.”
“You’re not from here?”
“No. My wife was. I’m from Spokane. When I first moved here, I remember thinking that there wasn’t a chance I’d ever stay in a place like this. I mean, it’s a small Southern town that doesn’t care what the rest of the world thinks. It takes a little getting used to, at first. But then… it grows on you. It keeps me focused on what’s important.”
Katie’s voice was soft. “What’s important?”
He shrugged. “Depends on the person, doesn’t it? But right now, for me, it’s about my kids. This is home for them, and after what they’ve been through, they need predictability. Kristen needs a place to color and dress her dolls and Josh needs a place to fish, and they both need to know that I’m around whenever they need me. This place, and the store, gives them that, and right now, that’s what I want. It’s what I need.”
He paused, feeling self-conscious about talking so much. “By the way, where am I going, exactly?”
“Keep going straight. There’s a gravel road that you’ll have to turn on. It’s a little bit past the curve.”
“You mean the gravel road by the plantation?”
Katie nodded. “That’s the one.”
“I didn’t even know that road went anywhere.” He wrinkled his forehead. “That’s quite a walk,” he said. “What is it? A couple of miles?”