Christmas At Prescott Inn. Cathryn Parry
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David patted her shoulder and handed her an ice pack to give to Katya. “Something will come along. Be thankful it wasn’t worse.” Another little girl was stumbling across the beach toward the medical tent, crying, accompanied by what looked to be her grandmother. A reporter tried to catch the grandmother for a comment, but the woman waved him off. Emilie had seen a few camera crews on the island trying to get the story. “I’ll be along to see Katya as soon as I can,” Dr. David promised.
Nodding mechanically, Emilie gathered herself to return to the gym and her troupe. She did her best to put a smile on her face.
“Take care of yourself, Emilie,” Dr. David called after her. “If for some reason I don’t see you again, enjoy Christmas!”
Yes, she reminded herself. Christmas was a time of hope.
And nothing was more important than hope.
“SO, HAVE WE lost our jobs?” Katya asked. She lay beneath a thin blanket on a rickety metal cot, looking distraught and frail.
Emilie passed Katya the ice pack she’d received from Dr. David and sat beside her on an empty cot. “Honestly? Probably, yes. But it’s just for the moment until I think of an idea to keep us all together,” she said in a soothing tone.
“Do you really believe you can find us something else?”
“I do.” Emilie checked Katya’s shoulder. Her bruise seemed to be looking angrier.
She gave Katya her brightest smile. Years of practice hid her doubts.
Katya seemed to relax. The lines of her forehead smoothed out, and her breathing seemed less shallow.
On the inside, though, Emilie was worried. She’d heard word on the walk back to their little camp that she and her troupe would have to stay inside this gym for at least another day. Emilie could think of worse places to be marooned, but her troupe was getting restless. They’d want answers soon.
Emilie gazed into her wounded skater’s eyes, checking again for dilated pupils, but didn’t see anything wrong. “Dr. David said he’ll be over as soon as he can.”
Katya closed her eyes and sighed.
“The diving performers are being flown home to Australia this afternoon,” Gary murmured beside Emilie, his voice matter-of-fact.
“How do you know that?” Emilie whispered, standing to face him so that Katya couldn’t see.
Gary shrugged. “Their booking agent called the dive captain and told him,” he murmured back.
Emilie nodded and subconsciously patted the pocket of her jacket, where her phone was zipped. She’d already spoken to Lynn, their manager at the production company, just to let her know that everyone on the team was safe and accounted for. Lynn hadn’t said a word about the future, though, and Emilie had been too traumatized to think of asking at the time.
At least Curtis, the male half of their ice dance team, had kept his wits and remembered to gather up the skaters’ phones, jackets and street shoes. They may not have clothes—indeed, Emilie still wore her Santa’s elf costume—but at least they weren’t still in skates, and they’d been able to use their phones to contact loved ones.
“Hey, what are you two whispering about?” Katya asked. “If you know something, tell us!”
The other skaters gathered around her, too, pressing for details.
She explained what Gary had said about the divers. “But, guys, the other entertainers are in a different situation. They work for a different production company.” She made a mental note to call Lynn again in Colorado Springs, where their production company was located. She didn’t want to do it within hearing of her team, though.
“My parents were supposed to visit me on the Christmas sailing,” Curtis remarked. The rugged ice dancer was from a small town in Nova Scotia and hadn’t seen his family in nearly six months. Curtis sat on a nearby cot, put his elbows on his knees and gazed up at Emilie. “Do you think Empress Cruises will let them change their booking to whatever ship we’re on next?”
Emilie doubted they’d be assigned to another ship, but she didn’t want Curtis to worry.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Emilie reassured him. “Wherever we end up, we’ll work to get your parents there for Christmas with us, too.”
“They’re going to dismiss us all and send us home, aren’t they?” Lynette turned to Emilie. Lynette was Curtis’s dance partner. “There are no other ships to put us on. Think of it, guys. Every ship is already staffed for the season.”
“I cannot go home!” Katya sat up and looked at Emilie in alarm. “Please! We have to find a place somewhere.”
Emilie swallowed. Katya had confided to Emilie that she desperately needed this job to help her family at home. She sent money every month to her mother and grandmother.
Katya’s skating partner, Sergei, said something to her in Russian, which Emilie didn’t understand. The two held a quiet conversation.
Emilie touched Katya’s arm. “What’s he saying?”
“That he doesn’t want to go home, either. He wants to stay with me. You must do something for us, Emilie. Please.”
Sergei was usually the one to keep Katya calm and happy. It had always surprised Emilie that they didn’t have more than a platonic relationship.
Katya gave a soft cry and put her hand on her mouth. “All my papers are in the safe in the room!” She stared wildly at Emilie. “All our things are gone—at the bottom of the ocean! What will we do?”
“It’s all right. I’ve kept copies of your paperwork in my computer.” Emilie felt Katya’s forehead. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to have a fever. “You should get some rest. I’ll help you work it out once we get off the island.”
“But your computer is at the bottom of the ocean, too!”
“Electronic backups for all our files are in the cloud.” Emilie gestured upward. “It’s safe.” Saved were copies of everyone’s information—visas and paperwork and even costume measurements. Skate sizes, too—not that that mattered since they had all evacuated the ship wearing their skates.
“So, you can help us find a new ship?” Katya asked, her face hopeful. “Yes?”
“You’re the Ice Mom.” Gary rose a brow at her.
“Yes, I certainly am.” Emilie smiled. “Don’t listen to the gossip from the diving team or the dancers, either. Listen to me. I’ll call our production company right now and see what they can do for us.”
“Thank you, Emilie.” Katya leaned back in her cot. She seemed pale. Emilie made a mental note to be here when Dr. David showed up.
She turned to Gary, her de facto assistant. “Gary, you’re in charge while I’m gone. Please make sure that everyone sticks together. I’ll be back shortly.”
She headed again for the beach, this time to make her call.
She would keep them together. Last year had been a depressing Christmas because it had been the anniversary of her breakup with Nathan. She had vowed that this season would be different.
She would keep her skaters together, at least through Christmas. She didn’t know how, but she would make it happen.
Then she caught sight of the reporter she’d seen earlier. He was still trying to record eyewitness accounts of the accident.
Maybe he’d like to see an eyewitness video...
“Hello!” She waved to the young man.
Immediately he trotted across the sand to her. “You’re a skater!” he remarked.
“Yes.” She smoothed the skirt of her