Debbie Macomber: 1225 Christmas Tree Lane

“Got it,” Linc said.

“You need to head east.”

“East,” Linc repeated.

“Go down about two miles and you cross the highway via the overpass.”

“Okay, got that.”

The grouch turned the directions around and circled the Harding ranch. “This is where Cliff and Grace Harding live.”

“Okay.”

“So, all you do after you cross the highway is go east. Keep going until you see the water, then turn left. The Harding place will be about three-quarters of a mile down the road on the left-hand side.”

“Thanks,” Linc said. Those directions seemed easy enough for anyone to follow. Even the three of them.

The grouch frowned at hi, and Linc assumed he was hinting for more money, which he wasn’t about to get. Grabbing their sandwiches, Linc handed the bag to his youngest brother and they piled out the door.

“Merry Christmas,” Ned called over his shoulder. Apparently he hadn’t grasped yet that this man wasn’t doing any kind of celebrating.

The grouch’s frown darkened. “Yeah, whatever.”

Linc waited until they were back in the vehicle before he commented. “Miserable old guy.”

“A regular Scrooge,” Mel said.

Ned tore open the sack and passed one sandwich to Linc and another to Mel. Linc bit into his. The old grouch made a good meat loaf sandwich, surprisingly enough, and right now that compensated for a lot.

The three of them wolfed down the food and nearly missed the sign for the highway overpass.

“Hey, you two, I’m driving,” Linc said, swallowing the last bite. “Pay attention, will you?”

“Sorry.” Ned stared out at the road.

“He said to drive until we can see the water,” Linc reminded them.

“It’s dark,” Mel protested. “How are we supposed to see water?”

“We’ll know when we find it,” Ned put in.

Linc rolled his eyes. “I hope you’re right, that’s all I can say.”

Linc couldn’t tell how far they’d driven, but the water never came into view. “Did we miss something?” he asked his brothers.

“Keep going,” Mel insisted. “He didn’t say when we’d see the water.”

“He didn’t,” Linc agreed, but he had a bad feeling about this. The road wasn’t straight ahead the way the grouch had drawn it on the map. It twisted and turned until Linc was, once again, so confused he no longer knew if he was going east or west.

“You don’t think that King guy would’ve intentionally given us the wrong directions, do you?”

“Why would he do that?” Mel asked. “You paid him twenty bucks.”

Linc remembered the look on the other man’s face. He’d wanted more. “Maybe it wasn’t enough.”

“Maybe Mr. Scrooge back there needs three visitors tonight,” Ned suggested. “If you know what I mean.”

“He had three visitors—us.”

“Yeah, and I think he was trying to con us,” Linc muttered.

“I guess he succeeded,” Mel said, just as Ned asked, “But why? What’s the point?”

“The point is that he’s trying to make us miserable,” Linc said. “As miserable as he is, the old coot.”

The three of them fell into a glum silence. It sure didn’t feel like any Christmas Eve they’d ever had before.

16

By the time Grace and Cliff arrived at church for the Christmas Eve service, both her daughters and their husbands were already seated. So were Lisa, Rich and April. Maryellen held Drake, who slept peacefully in his mother’s arms. Katie, as well as Tyler, were with the other local children getting ready for the big Christmas pageant.

Katie was excited about being an angel, although Tyler, who’d been assigned the role of a shepherd, didn’t show much enthusiasm for his stage debut. If he displayed any emotion at all, it was disappointment that he couldn’t bring his drum. Kelly had explained to him that the shepherds of the day played the flute, not drums, because drums would frighten the sheep. The explanation satisfied Tyler, who was of a logical disposition, but it didn’t please him.

Grace and Cliff located a pew directly behind her daughters and Lisa. As they slipped in, Grace whispered that she’d prefer to sit closest to the aisle, craving the best possible view of her grandchildren’s performances. Once they were seated, Cliff reached for her hand, entwining their fingers.

Maryellen turned around and whispered, “Is everything all right with Mary Jo?”

“I think so.” Grace still didn’t feel comfortable about leaving her alone. But Mary Jo had been adamant that Grace join her family, so she had. Now, however, she wished she’d stayed behind.

Cliff squeezed her hand as the white-robed choir sang Christmas hymns, accompanied by the organist. “O, Come All Ye Faithful” had never sounded more beautiful.

Olivia and Jack, carrying his Santa hat, came down the aisle and slid into the pew across from Grace and Cliff. Justine and Seth accompanied them. From a conversation with Justine earlier in the week, Grace knew Leif had gotten the coveted role of one of the three Wise Men.

As soon as Olivia saw Grace, she edged out of her pew and went to see her friend. Olivia had wrapped a red silk scarf around her shoulders, over her black wool coat. Despite everything she’d endured, she remained the picture of dignity and elegance.

She leaned toward Grace. “How’s Mary Jo?” she asked in a whisper.

Grace shrugged. “I left her at the house by herself, and now I wish I hadn’t. Oh,” she added, “apparently her brothers are in town….”

“Problems?”

Grace quickly shook her head. “Mary Jo actually seemed relieved to hear from them.”

“Is she going home to Seattle with her family, then?” Olivia stepped sideways in the aisle to make room for a group of people trying to get past.

Grace nodded.

“How did they find out she was with you?” Olivia asked.

“They tracked her down through Mack McAfee. He phoned the house and talked to her directly. Then Mary Jo spoke with her oldest brother and decided it would be best to go back to Seattle.” Grace had been with her at the time and was astonished by the way Mary Jo’s spirits had lifted. Whether that was because of her brothers or because of Mack…Grace tended to think it was the latter.

“Mack appeared to have a calming effect on her when I saw them at the library,” Olivia said, echoing Grace’s thoughts.

“He does,” she agreed. “I noticed it after she got off the phone, too. Apparently he suggested she should return home with her brothers.”

“I’m glad,” Olivia said. “For her own sake and theirs. And for Mom and Ben’s…” She paused, shaking her head. “As necessary as it is for them to know about this baby, I’d rather it didn’t happen the second they got home.”

“Her real fear was that her brothers were going to burst onto the scene and demand that David do the so-called honorable thing.”

“David and the word honor don’t belong in the same sentence,” Olivia said wryly.

“Mary Jo’s brothers were arriving any minute. I’d like to have met them. Or at least talked to them.” Grace would’ve phoned the house, but by now Mary Jo should be well on her way to Seattle.

Olivia straightened. “We’ll catch up after the service,” she said and slid into the opposite pew, beside Jack.

No sooner had Olivia sat down than Pastor Flemming stepped up to the podium. He seemed to be…at peace. Relaxed, yet full of energy and optimism. The worry lines were gone from his face. Grace knew this had been a difficult year for the pastor and his wife, and she was glad their problems had been resolved.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, his voice booming across the church.

“Merry Christmas,” the congregation chanted.