Christine Johnson - Legacy of Love

“Ma!” She hurried across the yard and onto the street. “Are you hurt?”

Her mother’s face was pale as snow, but she still managed a smile. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make more trouble for you.”

Anna could have wept. She was the one making trouble. If not for her foolish pride, Ma would never have run after Brandon.

He took command. “Let’s get her into the house. You take the right side, and I’ll take the left. I believe your mother hurt her leg.”

Though Ma fussed that she was fine, she winced when Brandon started to lift her. He stopped, but she urged them on. “It’s nothing. Just an old woman’s aches and pains.”

Anna hated to hear her mother call herself old. “You can make it, Ma.”

Together, she and Brandon managed to get Ma to her feet.

“Use my cane to steady yourself.” Brandon pushed the walking stick into her hand. “Don’t put any weight on your injured leg.”

Anna held her mother around the waist while Brandon propped her up with an arm under her shoulders. As they moved toward the house, his hand accidentally brushed Anna’s neck, and she shivered, but not from the cold.

By the time they reached the stoop, the neighbors had arrived, and Peter hurried over from the garage. He took over Anna’s position, and the two men got Ma into the house.

“Miss Simmons, I suggest you call a doctor,” Brandon repeated as they settled Ma on the living-room sofa.

He’d asked her to do that earlier, when she froze. But she couldn’t call. They had no telephone.

He mistook her lack of response. “If it’s a matter of cost, I’ll pay the bill.”

She shook her head and asked Peter to make the call from the garage. He hurried off while Anna fetched a blanket and a cup of hot tea.

“Stop fussing, dear,” Ma chided as Anna wrapped the blanket around her. “I’m quite all right.”

“You haven’t moved your left leg,” Anna said. “Does it hurt?”

Ma sighed and leaned her head back. “Not much at all. Just give me a moment to collect myself.”

Brandon motioned for Anna to join him at the front door, within sight of her mother yet beyond earshot. “I believe she may have sprained or broken her ankle.”

Anna’s heart still thudded wildly after all the excitement, but it practically stopped at his words. She glanced back at her mother, whose face was still pale and drawn. Broken bones were not good for a woman Ma’s age. What if they never healed?

She felt a touch to her shoulder and looked up.

Brandon gazed at her with deep concern. “Don’t worry. Your mother will be fine. She’s a strong woman.”

“I hope you’re right.”

A knock on the door signaled Doc Stevens’s arrival. After a quick recounting of what had happened, he tended to Ma while Anna hovered anxiously. Ma flinched slightly when he examined her. Others might not notice, but Anna could tell she was in pain.

“No broken bones that I can discern,” the doctor said as he closed his bag. “We could get an X-ray in Grand Rapids. Are you able to make the train trip?”

“I can drive her there,” Brandon offered.

Anna shook her head. There was no money for X-rays, and she wouldn’t be beholden to Brandon Landers any more than she already was. “Will she heal if we don’t?”

The doctor nodded as Brandon quietly slipped out of the room. “Nothing’s displaced. Keep her in bed and off her feet. If she must go somewhere, use a crutch to keep all weight off the leg. No work or housework for at least a month.”

“A month?” Anna gasped. They had to move in only twelve days. How would she manage on her own? She gnawed her fingernails. Hendrick and Peter would have to help.

“It’s a good thing your house is single-story,” the doctor said. “I don’t want your mother climbing stairs.”

But Terchie’s Boardinghouse only had upstairs rooms. How could they move there if Ma couldn’t climb stairs?

“I’ve given her a sedative,” Doc Stevens continued. “If the pain gets worse, I’ll prescribe tincture of opium. Call if she develops a fever or if the swelling doesn’t go down in a few days.”

After thanking him and sending Peter back to the garage, Anna looked in on her mother, who had fallen asleep, and was surprised to find Brandon in the room. He’d closed the drapes and tucked a pillow beneath Ma’s head. Anna’s throat constricted. Why was he being so nice? Guilt? That must be it. After all, he was the one who’d precipitated all of this with his impossible offer.

He rose and walked softly from the room, joining her at the front entry.

“You stayed.” She whispered the words as an accusation, but part of her was also glad. How could this man both tempt and frustrate her at the same time?

Sadness swept across his features, and he gazed far beyond her into the distant past. “My mother died when I was younger than you. I know how frightening it can be to think you might lose a parent.” He swallowed and returned to the present. “I’m sorry, so sorry.”

Her wall of anger cracked. He did know how she felt. In fact, he’d suffered more, for both his mother and father were gone. She’d called him insensitive but she was the one who hadn’t given him a chance.

“No, I’m sorry.” She nipped her lip to stem the sudden swell of emotion. “I shouldn’t have reacted so strongly. You meant well by offering us your apartment.”

His gaze dropped again. “The fault is mine. I should have realized the offer would insult you.”

She shook her head. “I was acting childishly, thinking only of myself.” A little sob escaped. “I should have considered Ma. She wants to stay in the carriage house. She believes God ordained it.”

He stiffened slightly. “I doubt divine intervention, but the offer still stands.”

“But Ma can’t work, and I won’t accept charity.”

“I know.” The faintest smile briefly lifted his lips. “Perhaps you would be willing to clean until she recovers.”

Anna shook her head. “It’s not proper.”

“I’ve been considering that. There’s an old wheelchair in the attic. Perhaps if your mother came to the house with you...”

Anna paused, trying to regain control of her senses. His plan made sense, but he stood too close, the raw scent of him muddling her mind. She stepped back and was relieved when he didn’t follow. At this moment, she needed to think clearly.

Ma had to live somewhere without stairs. The carriage house was a single-story building. It didn’t have any stairs. Presumably the house could also be entered without climbing steps or he wouldn’t have suggested Ma supervise from the wheelchair. She had to put her mother’s needs first.

“You said you required housekeeping just two or three days a week?”

He nodded. “And prepare breakfast and supper.”

That wasn’t part of the original agreement, but she couldn’t quibble over details when Ma needed a warm single-story place to live. He’d regret that addition when he tasted her cooking. “Then thank you. I accept.”

For a month. Then she and Ma would move as far as possible from the man who sent her nerves fluttering every time he drew near.

Chapter Four

“It’s perfect,” Ma exclaimed as Brandon pushed her wheelchair into the tiny carriage-house apartment.

Anna could think of many other ways to describe the cramped rooms. Musty, cool and damp came readily to mind, but for Ma’s sake she held her tongue and walked into the sitting room. Two windows faced the house. Under one sat a small wooden table and chairs.

She pushed open the dusty curtain and a cobweb drifted onto her face. She swatted away the sticky threads. If this apartment was any indication, she’d be working full-time getting the house in order.