Carolyne Aarsen - The Matchmaking Pact

“I’m sorry. But now I have my present for Lily. I had it ready in the kitchen but forgot it.” Alyssa glanced up at Silas. “Are we going to the church? I want to wrap it there. I have some pretty paper.”

Silas shifted his daughter on his hip, his tanned forearms holding her close as he shot a frown toward Josie. “No. I’m taking Lily home. Now.”

Lily pushed back on her father, her tiny hands dwarfed by her father’s broad shoulders. “I want my present.”

Silas’s angry gaze flicked around the wreckage strewn about the street, as if wondering how his daughter could be so caught up in something so trivial as a present when people’s lives had been upended so dramatically.

“Can you give it to her now?” Silas asked Alyssa.

Alyssa glanced at the plastic bag holding something square. Then as the emergency vehicles converged on their street, red and blue light strobing over the street, she handed the parcel to Lily.

“Happy birthday, Lily,” she said with a wide smile.

Josie saw Silas’s face go blank, then he closed his eyes and pulled his lower lip between his teeth.

The single father had forgotten his only daughter’s birthday.

“Thanks, Alyssa,” Lily said with a huge grin, seemingly unaware of her father’s mistake. Then she turned to Silas. “Can Alyssa and Miss Cane come over for a party?”

Silas shot a glance over his shoulder at the remains of Josie’s house, something she’d been avoiding ever since they turned down this street.

“I think Ms. Cane has other things on her mind right now.” Silas put Lily down, but clung to her hand. He looked around the street as one of the emergency crews ran to the house beside Josie’s and another to hers.

“There’s no one inside,” Josie called out. “We’re both here.”

One of the firemen saluted her, but followed the other man in anyhow.

Guess they had to check for themselves, she reasoned.

She turned away, unable to look at the wreckage any longer. Later she could absorb it, reason what had to happen. For now, she had to find out what had happened to her grandmother.

“We gotta get going,” Silas said, shoving his hand through his hair, as if unsure himself what to do. “Glad that you and the girls are okay.” He gave her a tight smile, then walked down the littered street, leading his daughter by the hand.

Josie watched him go as a hard shivering seized her body.

Shock, she reasoned, hugging herself. She tried to keep her thoughts at bay, tried to corral them into a corner.

But they buzzed past her defenses. Was her grandmother okay? Who else could have been hurt?

“I have to go find Gramma,” Josie said suddenly.

“Do you think she’s okay?”

“We’ll find out.” She was about to leave when a fireman called her back.

“Ma’am, we have to ask you to head back to the church.” He walked over to her full of purpose and determination. “We’re sending everyone there for now.”

“But my grandmother…”

“We’ll be giving out news as we find things out. It’s too dangerous to go wandering the streets on your own. Gas leaks, lines down. Sorry.”

Josie hugged herself again, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of her grandmother’s home.

This storm had changed everything. It had blasted into town, torn up homes, and even though it had happened only an hour ago, Josie knew it had completely rearranged her life and her plans.

Guess she wouldn’t be moving away from High Plains this fall after all.

Two days later

“So what are we going to do, Lily?” Alyssa pressed her mouth close to her aunt’s cell phone, hoping Aunt Josie hadn’t noticed that Alyssa was missing from the classroom in the church. If Aunt Josie knew she was using her cell phone, and why, she would be mad. “If you’re not allowed to come to the after-school program anymore, how is my aunt and your dad going to fall in love like we planned?”

“We need to make a pact.”

“Is that a sin?”

“No, silly.” Lily laughed. “It’s a promise that you and I are going to make to make sure that my dad and your aunt fall in love.”

“Like a pact. A matchmaking pact.”

“Yeah. A pact.”

“But we have to hurry because my aunt still says we’re going to move away. And if we move, they’re never going to fall in love.” Alyssa looked back over her shoulder, but no one was in the hallway. “So we’re going to make a pact and make a plan.”

“Right. And this is what we’ll do.”

Alyssa listened carefully and as Lily told her the plan, she started to smile. This might work. And if it did, she would have a dad again.

And Lily would get another mom.

October 5th

“Lily. Time for school,” Silas called up the stairs, waiting for a response from his daughter.

He heard a thump, then the sound of feet hurrying down the hallway. What in the world was that kid doing? Curious, he took a step up the stairs just as his cell phone rang.

He pulled it off his hip and flipped it open. A modern-day gunslinger, he thought with a touch of irony as he said hello.

“Silas. Orville Cummins here. Not the best news. I’ve got to delay shipping that lumber to you.”

“What do you mean? I ordered it back in June for delivery this month.”

“Yeah. That was before that tornado took your town apart couple months back. I tried to get what I could, but Garrison has been buying up what he can for his lumberyard the last while. You could try to get some from him.”

Silas rubbed his forehead. “He’s only selling it for reconstruction or building new homes.”

“If you can wait two weeks, I’ll get you what you need from Manhattan.”

“I guess that’ll have to do.”

As he was talking, Lily came downstairs, dragging her backpack behind her, a brightly colored gift bag swinging from her other hand.

While he talked he wiped a spot of toothpaste from the corner of Lily’s mouth, then patted her on the head.

“Thanks again, Orville. I gotta run.” He snapped the phone shut and slipped it into his belt holster. “Did you really brush your teeth this morning or only rinse with toothpaste again?”

“I brushed.”

Silas frowned at her ponytail, hanging askew from the back of her head.

Kelly would have put their daughter’s copper-colored hair into tight, fat braids, finished off with ribbons.

But Kelly wasn’t here and his clumsy fingers couldn’t recreate the intricate twists that had come so easily to his wife’s slender fingers. So Lily did her own hair. Today it looked as if she hadn’t even brushed it.

“We gotta get going.” He glanced at the festive bag she was carrying. “What you got there?”

Lily gave him a secretive smile. “You’ll find out.”

“Okay. Secrets. Very intriguing.”

The drive into town was quiet. Silas was lost in his thoughts, the only sound in the truck the ticking of gravel on the undercarriage and the nasally twang of the announcer from the early-morning stock market report on the radio. He had a lot to do in the next few weeks and the time was slipping through his fingers.

“Dad, can we have a puppy?” Lily’s voice broke into the quiet.

“A puppy?” Where in the world had that come from? “I’ve got enough trouble keeping you groomed and fed.” He tossed Lily a grin, just to show he was kidding.

“But a puppy would keep me company. When you’re busy.”

“I’m not that busy, honey.”

“You’re outside all the time and when you’re not, you’re on the computer. And I hate watching television.”

That sent a shot of guilt through him. Kelly had hated television, too, and had limited how much Lily watched. But television kept Lily occupied and out of his hair while he worked.