fancy. It’s not prestigious. It’s a bunch of county people on ladders, picking, tasting cider and pies and throwing softballs around. It’s barking dogs, small children, shouting and laughing people, swarming all over the orchard, in the barn, in the house…”
“In the house?” she asked.
“They’re our friends,” he said. “They’re the town.”
“Wonderful!” she said. “Well, if the invitation stands, I’ll see you Friday late afternoon.”
* * *
Tom was up and in the orchard office by five-thirty and even though it wouldn’t be light for some time yet, Nora was there by six.
“Good morning,” she said. “I guess I thought you’d be sleeping in or enjoying one of those big country breakfasts. You do have company.”
“I’m sure she’s having sweet dreams,” he said. “What are you doing here so early on a Sunday morning?”
“Getting an early start. I’m planning to leave right at lunchtime if you’re sure you can spare me. Jed will be coming to the house. We were talking about a picnic, but with this weather…”
He smiled. “Still Jed, is he?”
“I’m working up to Dad, but it doesn’t come easy.”
“I knew about your plans, Nora—we’re all ready to back you up. We might have an issue with the next two weekends. If you’re not going to be able to work, tell me now—we’re opening up the orchard to the public. It gets chaotic.”
“So I’m told. I wonder—would it be all right if Jed and Susan come and bring the girls? I promise not to get too distracted.”
“Absolutely, tell them about it. Maxie would probably love it.”
“I’m going to get moving before I’m caught burning daylight.” She zipped up her jacket and pulled on gloves. She went past him to the break room to grab a rain slicker off a set of hooks on the wall that held a dozen or so.
“Don’t you want a cup of coffee to get your engine started?” he asked her when she passed back through the office.
She grinned at him. “Now that I’m wealthy, I have coffee at home. With cream!” And off she whirled. He heard her outside as she said, “Hey, Duke, old pal—how are you this morning? Gonna be another wet one, but you like it that way, don’t you? Doesn’t that wet dog smell make it all worthwhile?” And then she laughed.
She was just the cutest damn thing, he found himself thinking. He wondered what she’d think of stuffed grape leaves… .
It was a few hours later, the morning fog and mist beginning to give way to a bright morning sun, when Tom heard the bell from the back porch. He had asked Maxie to ring it when Darla was ready to have her luggage carried downstairs. The bell had almost never been used. Tom’s grandfather had installed that bell when Maxie was very, very pregnant. It was one of those old-fashioned things with a strip of rawhide attached to the clapper. He wanted her to use it if she needed him for anything rather than walking up and down a couple of acres of trees looking for him. And what had Maxie done? She had walked through the entire orchard to find Grandpa to tell him, “I didn’t want to bother you, but I’ve been in labor all day and now I think I have to call the midwife. Can you get her for me?”
Tom laughed to himself. He’d heard the story so many times while growing up. His grandpa had swept his grandmother up in his arms, carried her to the house, up the stairs to the bedroom and sent someone for the midwife. The midwife was from another town, of course—that long ago Virgin River wasn’t much but a few farms. And the midwife didn’t make it, which at the end of the day had been something of a tragedy because Maxie had a few complications that left her unable to have more children. Of course there was no guarantee that getting the midwife there on time would have mattered.
Even though his grandparents, dead in love till the day Grandpa passed away, said they’d love to have had a baker’s dozen, they were also quick to say they were grateful for the bounty God gave: a son, an orchard and a woman who could bake a decent pie.
He trudged across the yard to the house. For some reason he had a picture in his head of Nora