Meet Me At The Chapel. Joanna Sims
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“But Dr. Patel says that he has the heart of a much younger man.”
It was too late to cork that bottle—instead, Brock decided to ignore the fact that his daughter had just provided a near stranger with all of the recent results of his physical and finish scrambling the eggs. The only thing that she hadn’t shared, because she hadn’t been in the room to hear it, was the fact that he had a mildly enlarged prostate and needed to drop twenty pounds.
Brock put a healthy portion of scrambled eggs on the plate, along with cheese grits and a couple of biscuits.
“Eat it while it’s hot.” He put the plate down in front of her and then sat down on the opposite side of the kitchen table.
“Mmm. Thank you. I’m so hungry.” Casey stabbed a couple of eggs with her fork. “What about you?”
“I ate hours ago. We’ve been waiting on you.”
Casey chewed her eggs quickly so she could ask, “Why didn’t you wake me up when you got up?”
“I got up while it was still dark.”
“Oh.” That was different. “Well, why didn’t you get me up sooner, then?”
“No harm done. It’s my day off and I’m not looking forward to getting up on the roof to see how many shingles need to be replaced. You need salt or pepper for the eggs?”
“No. I’m good. These eggs are delicious, FYI.”
“That’s good.”
She finished her breakfast, offered to clean the dishes, which he refused, and then all five of them, two dogs and three humans, piled into Brock’s truck. First stop was the moving truck and the second stop was Taylor’s house.
“I feel really bad about Clint breaking his collarbone.”
She watched Brock’s face for a reaction. There wasn’t one.
“He was supposed to be gone all summer,” she added.
Brock glanced over at his passenger. She had been biting her lip nervously since they had gotten into the truck. Now he understood some of her nerves at least—she was worried about living in a house with a newly married couple and a newborn. Even if they told her that she wasn’t going to be a bother, Brock had a feeling that Casey wouldn’t even take the chance of being an inconvenience to anybody. During the short time they had spent together, she was always worried about his comfort and his feelings, as well as the comfort and feelings of his daughter. He found her politeness refreshing.
“Might be mighty tight over at their place,” Brock said, broaching the topic.
Casey turned her head his way, met him eye to eye. She said, “I was thinking the exact same thing.”
“You thinking about cutting your trip short?”
The woman beside him breathed in very deeply and then let it out on a long, extended sigh. “I’d hate to do that. But I just might have to...”
“It’d be a shame. Coming all this way just to go home.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Casey making little circles on the top of Hercules’s head. “I know. But I can’t impose on Taylor for the summer—not now. Newlyweds need their private time. Besides, Clint is hurt. He’s not going to be in any mood to have a houseguest.”
“That’s right,” he agreed, then added, “I have a loft apartment above the barn. It’s a little rough, but it’s livable.”
Casey looked at Brock, interested.
“The way you are with Hannah—like I said last night—it’s impressive. And it got me thinking that we could help each other out. Hannah does fine with academics—she’s even strong in math and science. But it’s her...”
“Pragmatics,” she filled in for him.
He glanced at her again. “Exactly. As you can tell from our breakfast conversation, there’s still a bit of a ways to go with that.”
Casey nodded her agreement—a deficit with social use of language was a universal symptom of individuals with autism across the spectrum.
“How ’bout I let you use the loft for the summer in exchange for some private social language support. How does that set with you?”
Casey stared at Brock’s profile. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Why? Do you think it’s a bad idea?”
“Heck, no, I don’t think it’s a bad idea. I think it’s a pretty genius idea,” she said with a smile. “Can I let you know?”
“Sure. Offer stands.”
Casey’s smile was short-lived.
“Oh! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” She put her hands on top of her head in disbelief.
The rental truck was knocked on its side.
“What’s wrong?” Hannah looked up from her iPad.
Brock pulled onto the berm on the opposite side of the road from the rental truck.
“Damn.”
“Swear jar!” Hannah yelled.
“Hannah,” Casey said in a stunned, monotone voice. “Would you hold Hercules for me?”
“Stay in the truck and wait for us, okay, baby girl?” Brock pulled his hat off the dash and pushed it onto his head.
Together, they crossed the road. In silence, they both walked around the perimeter of the truck. The back was still locked, but the truck was facing the wrong direction.
“The only thing I can figure is that a twister caught it and spun it ninety degrees. Then for kicks, knocked it on its side.”
Casey stood, shaking her head back and forth, and back and forth. She couldn’t find words. Everything her sister owned, everything her sister cherished, was in that truck. There was a collection of Royal Doulton statues worth thousands, as well as a collection of Lladró figurines, also worth thousands. Taylor had been collecting them since she was a teenager.
“I want to cry,” Casey said quietly. “I really do.”
Brock looked down at her, she saw him in her periphery, and then he took his cell phone out of his pocket and made a phone call. She heard him make arrangements with a friend who had a tow truck made to haul big rigs to come and set the Beast upright and tow it to Helena.
“Thank goodness I took the insurance.” Casey couldn’t stop staring at the rental truck. She’d never seen one from this angle before. It was a bit like looking at a surrealist painting, trying to figure out why people were walking on the ceiling.
“Right?” Brock crossed his arms in front of his body. “My friend Billy will be able to get this right-side up sometime around noon.”
“Thank you.”
They stood together, both looking at the truck without anything else to say about it.
“Are you done looking at it?” the ranch foreman asked her.
Casey sighed. “Yeah. I guess. The damage is done.”
“That’s right.”
The rest of the way into Helena, Casey felt sick to her stomach. Taylor was going to be heartbroken and it was her fault. She was the one who’d had the idea of saving her sister some cash by renting a truck and driving it herself. Taylor had said, repeatedly, that she thought it was best if professional movers brought her things to Montana. But, as she always did, she persisted until she wore Taylor down. And now, all of her belongings were trapped in a toppled rental truck on the side of a desolate Montana highway. Brilliant.
“This is it.” Brock stopped at the end of the driveway