A Family for Luke. Carolyne Aarsen
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bridge the awkwardness between them. “My name is Luke. Luke Harris.”
“Janie Corbett,” she said in a clipped voice, still glaring at Cooper, who was staring at her.
“I’ll pay for whatever damage he’s done.”
“That’s not necessary,” Janie Corbett said. “And besides, these plants can’t be replaced. They’re very unusual.”
“How unusual can flowers be?” Luke couldn’t understand what she was talking about. Flowers were flowers, right? You buy some more, stick them in the pots and you’re done.
“I started them myself from seed,” she said bending over to salvage what she could from the mess Cooper had made. “And your dumb dog just ruined five months of work. Five months I can’t reproduce.”
Was that a hitch in her voice? Was she really that upset over a few lousy flowers?
Then the door to the house slammed open and the little girl with the brown curly hair bounced onto the deck, clutching her bear.
“Mommy. You’re home,” she called.
Distracted by this new person, Cooper leaped to his feet, barking and tugging on the collar.
“Luke, hang on to that dog,” Janie cried out.
“Mommy. The dog.”
Autumn’s frightened voice caught Janie’s attention and, it seemed, that ludicrous dog’s. He barked again and took a step away from his owner, his focus on her daughter standing on the porch.
“Hold on to him,” she shouted at Luke. It couldn’t happen again. Please not again.
“Mommy.” Autumn’s voice grew panicky as the dog responded to her cry with unrestrained gusto.
Janie watched the creature pull free then rush toward Autumn, who had dropped her bear and now stood frozen on the porch.
“Cooper. Down. Now,” Luke yelled in a feeble last-ditch effort.
Autumn’s hands were pressed against her eyes, as if bracing herself for what might happen. Again.
But the dog came to a halt, then dropped to a squat on the sidewalk below Autumn, head cocked to one side.
“Luke, if that dog hurts her…” Janie couldn’t finish the sentence; her voice was trembling too hard.
“I think he’s okay,” Luke said, edging closer to him.
The terror circling Janie’s heart with an iron band eased as Luke reached for the dog’s collar. Then the front door opened, and Todd stood in the doorway. Thankfully, both Todd and her elder daughter Suzie had been gone that horrible day. They didn’t have the same reactions to dogs that Autumn did.
“Hey. Neat dog,” he said, grinning.
Cooper, suddenly distracted, charged up the steps, past Autumn and through the open door behind him.
Janie ran to Autumn’s side. She knelt, touching her daughter’s face looking for any sign of trauma. “Are you okay, honey?”
Autumn looked puzzled, as if surprised that nothing had happened this time. The trembling smile she gave her mother made Janie’s knees weak with relief.
Janie scooped up her daughter into her arms and gave her a quick hug just as she heard her own mother’s outraged voice from inside the house.
“What is going on in the bathroom?”
Janie heard a bark, then the sound of water being lapped up. Oh, my goodness, was that dog drinking out of the toilet?
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Todd said as Janie held Autumn close. “I didn’t think he would come in the house.”
“That’s okay, Todd.” Janie needed to go inside and see what that dog was doing, but she couldn’t leave Autumn outside. She caught her son by the hand and led him and Autumn to the porch swing. “Sit here and don’t move.”
“But I want to see the dog,” Todd complained.
“You need to stay with Autumn. You know why she’s afraid of dogs.”
“I’m not afraid of dogs.” Todd offered, putting his arm around his sister.
“What’s going on?” Now her own mother was outside and the dog was barking inside. “How did that creature get into the house? You must get him out. Immediately.” Then Tilly saw Autumn and swooped down. “Is she okay, Janie? Did that dog hurt her? How could you let this happen?”
Janie felt like clapping her hands over her ears and retreating somewhere. Anywhere but here.
She’d spent most of the afternoon making coffee for her customers and trying to balance the books of her coffee shop. Though the customers kept coming, there was still a negative sign in front of the final balance in the checkbook, an irony not lost on her.
She and her oldest daughter, Suzie, had had a fight this morning over the skimpy skirt Suzie insisted on wearing, which made her look closer to twenty than fourteen, and Autumn had thrown up all over her precious bear. The phone call from Todd’s teacher expressing her concern over Todd’s constant reading during lunchtime was another nice touch.
And then, on the way home, her car started making funny noises that weren’t the least bit humorous to her.
As a result, the ache perched behind her eyes all day had spread to her entire head, making it pound and throb.
When she’d turned onto her street, she had been so tempted to keep going past the house and down the road to the highway. Away from responsibilities and the constant demands on a single mother trying to juggle family and work.
But that was her ex-husband’s trick. Not hers. Not responsible Janie Corbett. And as a result, she had been attacked by a crazed dog that was now loose in her house. Her new neighbor was yelling up the stairs, and her mother was staring at her as if this entire chaotic mess was her fault.
Somewhere there had to be a lesson in all of this.
“So how did that dog get in the house?” Tilly continued, pressing Janie for an answer.
“I let the dog in, Grandma,” Todd said quietly. “He was looking at Autumn.”
Tilly pulled back, her hands fluttering over her granddaughter’s face. “Honey, are you okay? Is she okay?”
Though the edge of anxiety in Tilly’s voice echoed her previous fear, Janie resented the way her mother’s tone elevated the concern in her daughter’s face.
“Autumn’s fine, Mom. Please, don’t fuss.”
The look her mother gave her held a volume of unspoken fears and concerns laced with reprimand.
“Don’t fuss? Don’t fuss? This precious child was bitten by Owen’s dog only a few years ago. How could you forget that?”
Janie felt suitably chastened and, at the same time, guilty. It had been Tilly whom Janie called after she took Autumn to the emergency room and Tilly who had shown up to give her the support she should have been getting from her husband, Owen.
Even when Janie brought Autumn home, shivering with fear from being taken to the E.R., Owen was still not answering his phone. Janie had had to call the SPCA herself to come and get the dog.
“Cooper, come here,” she heard from inside the house.
“Janie, shouldn’t you go in and help him?” her mother asked.
“And do what?” Why did her mother think she could do anything with that out-of-control dog?
Tilly ignored Janie’s outburst as she held Autumn close. “And you, baby, how are you? That dog must have scared you half to death.” Tilly shot Janie an annoyed look.
With her headache subsiding, Janie trudged inside to see what