In the Spirit of...Christmas and A Very Special Delivery: In the Spirit of...Christmas / A Very Special Delivery. Linda Goodnight
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Sushi lay on her back, feet in the air, groveling for all she was worth.
With a feeling somewhere between relief and exasperation, Lindsey stashed the rifle on the porch and loped down the driveway.
What was Jade doing here? Where was Jesse? And when would the child realize that Sushi was her friend?
“Sushi, come,” she called. The German shepherd leaped to her feet, shook off the dust and leaves and trotted to Lindsey’s side. Pointing to a spot several yards away from the terrified child, she commanded, “Stay.”
The dog obeyed, plopping her bottom onto the dirt, tongue lolling, while she watched Jade with worried eyes.
Jade’s screaming subsided, but the harsh sobs continued as Lindsey went down on her knees and took the little girl into her arms. She had a dozen questions, but now was not the time to ask them. Soon enough she could discover why Jesse had not picked up Jade at school as he’d planned.
“Jade, listen to me.” Pushing the tangled hair, damp with tears, back from Jade’s face she said gently, “Stop crying and listen. We need to talk like big girls.”
Jade gave several shuddering sobs, scrubbing at her eyes with her fingertips. “The dog was going to get me.”
“That’s what we have to talk about. Sushi will not hurt you. Look at her. She’s sitting down there begging for you to like her, but she won’t even come near you unless I tell her to.”
“She ran at me. I saw her teeth.”
“She was smiling at you. You’re part of her family now and she was excited to see you. That’s how she behaves when I come home from someplace, too.”
“It is?” Wary and unconvinced, Jade glanced from Lindsey to Sushi and back again.
“Sure. Every time you come home, she whines to be let out so she can play with you. It makes her very sad that you don’t like her.”
Jade’s expression said she was thinking that over, but still she clung tightly to Lindsey.
“Where’s my daddy?”
“I’m not sure, sweetie. He was supposed to pick you up at school.”
The little girl’s small shoulders slumped. “He’s probably dead.” And she burst out crying again.
“No, Jade, no.” Please God, let me be right. Don’t let anything else happen to this child. The loss of her mother had completely destroyed her sense of safety. “Your daddy is running late and didn’t get back in time. He’ll be here soon, and while we wait, you and I can have a dress-up tea party.”
Lindsey could see she scored some points with the idea so she pressed the advantage. “Sushi wants to come, too. She even has some dress-up clothes.”
Jade found that amusing. A hesitant smile teetered around her mouth. “Really?”
“Absolutely. All my Sunday-school kids invite Sushi to their tea parties because she’s such a nice dog, so she has a hat, a boa and a fancy vest to wear.”
“She might bite me.”
“No.” Lindsey said firmly. “She will not.” Sliding Jade to the ground, she took the child’s hand. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
Sushi waited right where she’d been told to stay, eagerly thumping her tail at the first sign of movement in her direction.
Jade pulled back. “Uh-uh.”
Lindsey sighed, but relented and swept the little girl into her arms. “Okay, then. I have another idea.”
She carried Jade to the house. A bewildered Sushi remained in the driveway as commanded.
“Stand here inside the house where you can see Sushi and me through the glass door.” Lindsey took a piece of leftover chicken from the fridge. She’d planned to have the meat for supper, but helping Jade begin the process of overcoming this phobia was far more important. “Watch what a good girl Sushi is and how she loves to play, but she always minds me when I tell her to do something. Okay?”
Nodding and wide-eyed, Jade stood inside the door, her face pressed to the glass while Lindsey stepped onto the porch and called the dog. When Sushi arrived, skidding to a stop at her owner’s command, Lindsey spent several minutes putting the animal through all her obedience commands. Extremely well disciplined, Sushi even resisted the piece of baked chicken, though Lindsey knew the meat was her favorite treat.
Then she played with Sushi, petting her, tossing sticks that the dog retrieved, scratching her belly.
Finally, Lindsey lay down on the porch to show her total trust of the dog. Sushi responded by plopping her big head onto Lindsey’s chest with a delighted sigh that made Jade laugh.
Sitting up, Lindsey rotated toward Jade. “See what a good girl she is?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Would you like to pet her?”
“Uh-uh.” But Lindsey could see that, for once, she wanted to.
Confident they’d made progress, Lindsey relented. “Maybe next time?”
Leaving Sushi on the porch, Lindsey dusted her clothes and came inside. She peeked at the yellow teapot clock hanging over the cook stove. Jade had been here at least thirty minutes and still no sign of Jesse. Refusing to worry, she internalized a little prayer, and turned her attention to occupying Jade. The little girl didn’t need to fret about her daddy even if Lindsey was.
“I’m starved.”
“Me, too.”
Using her best imitation of an English lady, Lindsey said, “Shall we prepare tea and dine?”
Jade giggled. “Can we dress up too? And you can be the princess and I’ll be the queen?”
“Lovely idea, my queen. Right this way, please.” Nose in the air as befit royalty, she led the way to the huge plastic storage bin in her bedroom closet where she kept a variety of thrift-shop and novelty-store play clothes. Jade, getting into the spirit of the game, followed suit. She fell upon the container, carefully lifting out one garment after another, exclaiming over each one as if the clothes came from Rodeo Drive.
In no time, she’d chosen outfits for both of them and they traipsed on plastic high heels, boas trailing, into the kitchen to prepare the Oklahoma version of high tea.
“Let’s make fancy sandwiches first. Later, we’ll do cookies.”
“Do you have Christmas cookie cutters?” Jade shoved at her sun hat, repositioning the monstrosity on her head. Bedecked with more flowers than Monet had ever painted, the hat tied with a wide scarf under the child’s chin. Lindsey thought she looked adorable.
“A bunch of them. We can use them on the sandwiches if you want to.”
“Cool. Do you gots sprinkles too?”
“Oh, yeah. I have tons of sprinkles. All colors. But let’s not put those on the sandwiches.”
Jade giggled. “For the cookies, silly. I want to make Daddy a big red cookie.” Her face fell. “I wish my daddy would come. I’ll bet he’s getting hungry.”
“He’ll be here soon,” Lindsey said with more confidence than she felt as she spread the sandwich fixings on the table. “Tell you what. Let’s say a little prayer asking Jesus to take care of him and bring him safely home.”
She hardly noticed that she’d referred to her own house as home for Jesse and Jade. Semantics didn’t matter right now.
“Okay.” To Lindsey’s surprise, Jade closed her eyes and folded her little hands beneath her chin. Even though Jesse shied away at the mention of God, someone had taught this child to pray.
Closing her own eyes, Lindsey said a short but heartfelt prayer.
“Amen.”