Up From the Ashes

This is a new contemporary Lizzie and Darcy story set in beautiful British Columbia, once again. The names have been changed to protect the innocent, and even the not-so-innocent. ;) There are a few twists and plot deviations from canon, but the path of Lizzie and Darcy’s relationship will remain quite the same as it ever was.

I would like to thank my two best friends, the most wonderful women I know, and loyal betas, Alyson and Alicia, for agreeing to again put up with all my pestering, my silly mistakes. My gratitude can’t be expressed. I love you both.

Alicia – thank you for making my trip to Florida possible – this one’s for you.


Chapter One

 

Elana looked about herself and struggled to hold back the tears that had been building ever since she arrived. This was what she had driven 3000 miles for? The torn plastic flapped in the wind. A shower of raindrops pelted in upon her and she shifted her position up against the potting bench, away from the gaping hole in the arch of the greenhouse wall. The smell of decaying vegetation filled her nostrils. The shelf which ran the length of the greenhouse had collapsed, spilling plastic pots, rusted tools, and containers of fertilisers and herbicides in a haphazard mess at her feet. Behind her, row upon row of fledgling plants were bone dry and brittle. The only things lush and green were the weeds that had forced their way through almost everything and flourished in a wild tangle where the shredded plastic had exposed this far end of the greenhouse to the elements. And the other five greenhouses were no better. Her shoulders sagged at the enormity of the job that lay ahead of her. She leaned over to pick up a bent trowel, a rusted cutting knife, and pulled at a weed that had engulfed a stack of pots in its trailing branches. She turned, searching for a place to put them. The whole thing was futile! A wave of bitterness swept through her and with an oath she hurled them at the dingy mottled plastic that stretched up around her. Maybe selling wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Running feet alerted her to Cody’s return. She dragged the back of her hand across her cheeks to erase her tears and faced the doorway. He was rushing up the centre path, his eyes shining.

"Mom, mom! I found pumpkins." He threw himself into her arms. "Isn’t this place the greatest?"

~

Of all the mistakes Elana had made in her young life, perhaps the worst was that day in ’92 when she had committed herself heart and soul to Greg Wilkins. At the time she thought he was the answer to all her dreams. She was twenty, in love, and believed his promise to love honour and cherish her till death did they part. She had no reason not to.

When Elana was sixteen her grandmother had died, leaving a sizeable fortune to be divided among her only son, his wife, and their three young daughters. Tom Barnes had been shocked at the full worth of the inheritance – his mother had quietly sat on the nest egg without telling a soul – and, in truth, he really had no idea how to go about disbursing it. He had a lot of respect for his eldest daughter’s common sense, so he created a checking account for Elana and put the bulk of her quarter million dollars into term deposits and mutual funds. When she was eighteen his name was removed as a co-signer and it was, in fact, all hers to do with as she liked. The two other girls were much younger so Tom merely put their money in trust for them.

Tom Barnes’ faith in Elana was not entirely misplaced. She was much like her grandmother. She did not tell a soul about her inheritance and she did not spend freely. But money is insidious and can’t help but influence a person, especially one so young. She went to college straight after high school with no real goal in mind, so she chose general studies. She enjoyed the college social life and her marks reflected her lack of effort and attendance. With all that money guaranteeing security she had little motivation. The temptation to travel was great and she often joined one group of friends or other for a week at some tropical paradise. Anything to escape Ontario’s cold winters.

While Elana had a large circle of friends she had trouble finding a steady boyfriend. She was pretty enough and not shy by any stretch, but she was not willing to give out, and as soon as dates turned into groping matches her firm ‘no’ usually put an end to any budding relationship. At nineteen and a half she had begun to think herself a hopeless case. One night, after breaking up with a great looking guy who she really had thought might be different from all the rest, her girlfriends took her out on the town to console her. She didn’t normally drink much, but she was feeling reckless and didn’t pay attention to the amount of daiquiris they kept buying her. It wasn’t long before the guys from the neighbouring table joined them.

Greg sat beside her and began commiserating with her about the jerk who had dumped her. He was blonde with the most candid blue eyes she had ever seen. And he was gorgeous. He told her he had seen her around campus and wanted to meet her for quite some time. He swept her off her feet and got her loaded in the process. Too loaded to be circumspect about what she said to him. Too loaded to remember anything in the morning. And he never enlightened her about the things she had given away – her reluctance to enter into a casual sexual relationship, her desire for love, and her financial status – but he used them to his advantage. The next morning she woke up in his bed, fully clothed, while he slept on the living room couch. She was overcome with relief that nothing had happened – that she’d been with a person who had morals and integrity. Greg earned her respect that morning.

He was amazing. They saw each other regularly from that day. He treated her to dinners, took her to shows and never attempted anything beyond a few sweet kisses. In fact he had her yearning for more. She skipped classes to hang out with him. They talked, laughed, shared their innermost dreams, and then one night he proposed while they were out under the stars. Nothing could be more perfect.

Elana wanted him to come home and meet her family but he insisted that he could not leave work for the trip to Kingston. Instead they ran off one weekend to Niagara Falls with only Greg’s best friend and his wife as witnesses. Anyway, he had assured her, it would be so wonderful to surprise them with the fait accompli So two weeks later they drove into her parents’ driveway, Elana happier than she had ever been, Greg brimming with charm and confidence.

Frances Barnes was ecstatic. Her daughter, married, and to such a handsome man. Everything about him exuded success – his clothes, his self-assurance, the huge diamond on her daughter’s finger. Katrina and Marisa couldn’t believe their sister had caught such a hunk. Tom Barnes held back. He didn’t want to hurt Elana by not accepting her husband immediately, but there was something about Greg that set his hackles rising. He was too smooth and there was a look in his eyes as they rested upon Elana that Tom did not trust. It was too much like avarice. He shook himself mentally, knowing that his reaction could be a jealous one. If asked, he would have to admit that he didn’t think anybody good enough for his favourite daughter. But what he wanted, above all, was her happiness, and without a doubt she was happy.

Tom’s concern for his daughter led him to ask her how she had protected her inheritance and he was shocked to learn that she considered all her and Greg’s assets shared. He may not have brought as much money into the marriage as she but he had his up and coming business career and his investment savvy. He promised to double their capital in record time and she had every faith that he could do it. Tom’s heart sank, but rather than put a wedge between himself and his daughter he kept his worries to himself.

The wedge, however, became firmly planted. Greg drove it there himself. Though before their marriage he had assured Elana he wanted nothing more than to settle close to her family’s home and hearth in Kingston, he now insisted that they had to move to Halifax. It was a promotion and Elana could not help but accede. Later he confessed that he worried that her father disliked him and he wanted more than anything to prove himself to the man. He promised they would visit often for holidays, but time and again those promises had to be broken as business matters intervened. Elana, wanting to be the best wife that she could, supported him in everything he did. She could not understand how her father could not see all her husband’s obvious good qualities. She remembered his subtle coldness to Greg when they had visited, and she unconsciously started to draw away.

Greg bought a new Porsche Boxter. She thought it a little extravagant but his patent joy at owning such a vehicle was irresistible. And he insisted it was for both of them, and that they deserved to spoil themselves once in a while. For their six-month anniversary he bought her the most beautiful emerald earrings and pendant. He said nothing was too good for her and she tried her best not to think about how much they cost.

They leased a luxury apartment in the downtown area. She would have rather had a rancher out in the suburbs, but he said this was better for business entertaining, not that they entertained too often in the end. Elana spent her days wandering from aesthetic room to aesthetic room, looking out the windows at concrete and glass, escaping to the gym, and living for the evenings when Greg would be home and her life would be full again. She took gourmet food classes, cooked lavish dinners, and made the most of their time together. And he never once omitted to tell her how much he loved her every day for that first year. As it stretched to two, and then three, he was almost as loving, but here and there cracks appeared in the façade of their perfect marriage. He worked later, often had to go away on sudden business trips, and became very jealous of anyone Elana spent too much time with. He discouraged her from going back to school though she found her days empty and unfulfilled. He put off all the trips they planned to Ontario. He discouraged visits from her family. Sometimes he drank too heavily and then he became resentful and mean. He always insisted on having sex on those nights, even though she said no. And he was always remorseful in the mornings. He begged her forgiveness. He showered her with attention. He promised her the moon. And she always forgave him. One of those mornings as he lay in her arms telling her how much he adored her, he confessed that work was not going well, some investments had failed, and the stress of hiding it from her was causing his erratic behaviour. She was more understanding than ever.

They moved into a smaller apartment in an older building. It had character and charm. Elana enjoyed decorating it and their love flourished. It was like the first year again. Business improved, investments picked up, and Greg finally gave in to Elana’s desire to start a family. The first three months of her pregnancy he almost waited on her hand and foot, then he found it more and more difficult to take time away from his business obligations. He missed most of the childbirth classes but made an attempt to read the books. At least, he told Elana he did. She went into labour unexpectedly two weeks early – she couldn’t contact him on his cell phone. Cody was born without his father present but the next morning Greg appeared at Elana’s bedside with half a florist’s shop and more metallic blue balloons than she had ever seen. He took his son in his arms, joined her on the bed, and they spent the morning weaving stories of the tiny boy’s future.

Elana had never experienced the kind of love that she felt when she first laid eyes on Cody. All she wanted to do those initial few weeks was hold him in her arms. It didn’t bother her that Greg didn’t so much as change a diaper; she was happy to do everything for the little love. Greg had promised to bring her family out, but in the end it was only Frances that came. She stayed a week doting on her grandson, flirting with her son-in-law, and allowing Elana to run herself ragged cooking and cleaning for the lot of them.

The first few months of Cody’s life, Elana was so involved with the baby that she didn’t notice Greg’s waning attention or lack of interest in the boy. Her mornings were no longer empty, and when he went on business trips, which he did more and more frequently, she was no longer lonely. When he told her that he had to go to New York for a three-month stint, she accepted it without concern; when it stretched to six months, still she did not worry. They talked regularly and he always said he loved her. He sent her gifts. When he came home for Cody’s first birthday it was as if he had never been gone. Two weeks later he was back in the Boxter and on his way to Toronto, his fervent kisses on her lips. He never called. He never came back. It took a notice from her landlord saying that rent was three months past due for her to realise that she and Cody had been deserted.

Finances had been taken out of her hands upon her marriage. Elana hadn’t so much as balanced a bankbook since Greg had taken charge. She’d had implicit faith in him. It had been entirely misplaced. She was shocked by the notice from the landlord, devastated by Greg’s abandonment, torturing herself about what she may have done to drive him away, worried that something terrible had happened to him, and desperately trying to hold everything together for the sake of her child. She went to the manager’s office, wrote a check for the entire balance, and apologised profusely. The next day, when she was paying for a cartload of food and diapers at the grocery store, her credit card was dishonoured. She tried another but it was over the limit too. Her debit card would not accept the transaction. Red faced and confused she scraped together all the cash she had in her pockets and the bottom of her purse and then selected the bare necessities from the bags around her while the people in line glared and complained.

There was much worse to come. A visit to her bank showed her that she had no term deposits, no mutual funds, not so much as a bank balance. The rent check could not go through. She was destitute and homeless. Tears did not come. This was a time for action, not reaction. She returned to the apartment, met with the manager and apologised once again, promised to pay what was owed, and was given till the end of the month. Her first thought was the emeralds. They were sure to cover the rent and give her enough for a deposit on a new place. No matter how much they meant to her she knew she had to sell them. Anyway, how much did they really mean now, after her betrayal? She had always been willing to share all she had with Greg. It seemed that wasn’t enough. He’d wanted everything for himself. And he had from day one, she told herself bitterly. The emeralds were not in her jewellery box. Or Anywhere. That explained Greg’s final visit home. Elana tried to forget the fun they had shared, their kisses, the love they had made. The whole fabric of her life had unravelled. If it had not been for Cody the emptiness would have been complete and she would have lost herself to the wind. But she had to stay together for him. They fed off each other and made it possible to survive through a time more grim than anything she could conceive.

Her engagement ring did not bring enough to pay the back rent. She sold the furniture, her clothes, anything anyone would take off her hands. She found a dingy basement suite and put almost all her cash into her new landlord’s eager hands. She knew she should go home, back to her parents in Kingston, but she could not face the enormity of what had happened. She could not admit to how totally she had been duped. She let pride take over and vowed that she would show the world that she had the strength and sagacity to stand on her own two feet. As if the world even cared.

Elana refused to put Cody into day-care so that she could work. She also refused to go on welfare. That would never be an option. Receiving all that money at the age of sixteen, she had never worked a day in her life. She was twenty-five, a single parent, and had no work experience. Her options were extremely limited. At the local Laundromat she noticed a bulletin board with community notices, things for sale, and help wanted advertisements. She took down all the numbers of people that needed day-care. A week later she had two more toddlers to take care of. Luckily they were both sweet kids, if very active, and what little she made paid the bills, just barely. Every night she lay down at seven with Cody, completely exhausted, and slept through until six am when he was ready to start his day.

A year later she got a job at a day-care centre. They let her bring Cody with her. The pay was only marginally better, but the advantages were more than she had ever expected. It got her out of her tiny apartment, she met new people, and she began believing in herself again. She worked there until Cody was in Kindergarten. His school experience convinced Elana that she needed to move to a better neighbourhood. She found the dark basement suite oppressive too, and longed to be somewhere light and bright and open. In September she found a job out in the suburbs at a tropical nursery growing indoor plants. She knew nothing about plants besides that they needed watering and weeding, but her employer was impressed by her sincerity and determination. Her hours enabled her to drop Cody at school on her way to work and pick him up on her way home. She couldn’t ask for anything more, except a place to live within walking distance of both establishments. She ended up in another tiny basement suite, but at least this one had windows.

She was ready to make peace with her family, but not to become dependent on them. Her parents visited - a poignant and warm reunion that showed her just how very much she had missed them. She thought her heart would burst as she watched her dad and Cody play together in the rambling back yard. Her mother even made an effort not to voice her regrets about Greg too often. They wanted her to come home and live with them, but she refused. Her father recognised her fierce need for independence but he insisted on buying her a used car for her birthday and paying for a lawyer so that she could finally get a divorce and rid herself of her connection to Greg.

The day that Cody’s second year of elementary school ended, three things happened. Elana’s divorce became final and she had full custody of Cody, the only outcome she really cared about. The nursery, which had been having financial problems, closed down for good, leaving her unemployed once again, and she finally came to the realisation that holding out because of pride was foolish; she wanted to go home. Everything that didn’t fit into the Volvo was sold in a garage sale or donated to Goodwill. Within a week Elana and Cody began the long drive to Kingston.

You can’t go home. The home Elana was searching for no longer existed. It hadn’t existed for nearly twelve years. She wasn’t with her parents a week before she realised that what she had really wanted was her old life back – before Greg Wilkins had turned it upside down. But her life was Cody now and there was only one direction she could go. Forward.

Gone was the house of her childhood. Her parents now lived in a large modern house that was overly decorated. Katrina and Marisa were both married, happily for the present. Her father had insisted on prenups to protect their investments. It was a joy to have a few weeks of complete relaxation but Elana knew that she had to do something to start creating a new life for her and Cody. One evening her father called her into his office and laid out a proposition that seemed like the answer to everything. It meant moving away again, but it also gave her control over her destiny.

His uncle had died about five years before leaving him a property on Vancouver Island. It was five acres in the agricultural land freeze, and it had a small greenhouse business upon it. Tom had left it in the hands of a realtor all that time, so the business was not operational, but the house had been rented out and kept up, and there was a groundskeeper installed to maintain the outbuildings. A neighbouring equestrian centre wanted to buy them out, but he had refused to sell. He had given Elana money once before and it had not worked out – this time he was offering her opportunity. In his mind it had always been hers, but he had waited to transfer it to Elana until Greg had no further claim on her. He knew that if that vulture had any idea that Elana had equity he would have slithered back to charm it away from her.

Elana studied the pictures in the file her father had given her. A cute rancher and six plastic covered greenhouses. It was not the same type of operation as she had worked in, but she thought she knew enough about the business to give it a shot. Besides, what she had in tenacity and drive more than made up for what she lacked in expertise. It appeared idyllic; bordered by Douglas fir and hemlock, a mild West Coast climate, and no one to answer to but herself.

The decision made, Elana and Cody enjoyed the rest of their summer with the family; barbecues, swimming outings, evenings out on the deck reminiscing about her childhood. The plan was to take the Volvo across Canada after Labour Day weekend. A young associate of Tom’s was recruited to help with the driving in return for being dropped off in Vancouver to visit his mother. The ferry trip to the Island and drive up from Nanaimo to Courtney was the only leg of the journey Elana and Cody had to make on their own. In Courtney she met up with the realtor and was given keys and directions to her new home. He looked a little cagey and suspicious as he passed over the final documentation for Elana to sign, releasing his services. He reminded her that there was still an offer standing upon her property and suggested that it was really in her best interest to sell. Elana could not get out of his office fast enough.

As directed, she drove through the next two sets of lights and found herself on Headquarters Road. She drove past the high school and the fairgrounds and then took the second turning to the left. Haven Road. She thought it somewhat portentous and felt all the eager anticipation of finally arriving at her destination after such a long and tiring journey. She barely took in the well-maintained fencing and elaborate entranceway of Stewart Stables. All she cared about was her five acres. She almost missed the driveway; it was overgrown and rutted. As she manoeuvred around the potholes she kept her eyes open for the first view of her house. When she broke through the trees all she could think was, ‘That picture dad had must have been taken well over five years ago; nothing could fall to ruin so quickly, surely.’ She parked the car. In a stunned state and with a chill creeping throughout her system she took Cody’s hand and wandered back, behind the dilapidated house, and began a slow trudge from one greenhouse to the next. Her haven was looking more and more like an albatross.

~

Running feet alerted her to Cody’s return. She dragged the back of her hand across her cheeks to erase her tears and faced the doorway. He was rushing up the centre path, his eyes shining.

"Mom, mom! I found pumpkins." He threw himself into her arms. "Isn’t this place the greatest?"

Cody was the one constant in her life. Her reason for living. Elana couldn’t disappoint him, not when she saw such anticipation in his hazel eyes.

"Yes, hon, this place is awesome." And at that moment she knew she was going to make something of it, come hell or high water.

 

Chapter Two

Elana awoke to the warm glow of brightness that filtered through the dust-grey windows of her room. Instead of peeling wallpaper, drab carpeting, and the sagging bed that Elana had given up in favour of her air-mattress on the floor, she saw the possibility of what the room could be. It was spacious with high ceilings and large windows. She pictured butter-yellow walls, oak furniture, a tawny spread, and a thick rug at her bedside in rich forest green, sienna, and umber. A room that would fill her with warmth even on the drizzliest mornings. She pulled her sleeping bag up to her chin and looked at Cody sleeping beside her, his arms flung out, his breathing deep. The morning was cold so she adjusted his sleeping bag, which had worked itself down to his waist. He muttered something unintelligible but did not wake.

After he’d found her in the greenhouse he had taken her to the pumpkin patch. The rampant vines were rambling through a clearing behind a large shed and intertwining among trees at the edge of the forest. The pumpkins ranged in size and shape, round, squat, oval, and showed a vivid orange against the green of the vines and weeds. Cody ran to a huge one and threw his arms around it. "Can I have this one to carve?"

At that moment an old man came around the side of the shed. "Who’s wanting my prize pumpkin?" he asked in a friendly voice. He wore a plaid shirt, faded jeans and gumboots. His grey hair was long and tied back in a ponytail; he had a scruffy beard on his face. He walked up to Elana and held out his hand. "You must be the new owner, come to inspect the place. I’m Sam Jardin."

"I am the owner," said Elana. "But I’m not here just to make an inspection; I’m here to live. I’m Elana Barnes and this is my son, Cody."

"You’re going to be living here?" asked Sam in surprise. "Collier said you were selling to Stewart."

"Mr Collier is wrong. He might want me to sell, but it’s nothing to do with him. He’s not involved in this place anymore. Are you his caretaker?" She put special emphasis on the word and looked back at the almost derelict greenhouses.

"Me? Work for him? He’s never hired anyone to tend to this place. He just took advantage of the fact that I decided to squat here and keep it from being vandalised further. I used to work here way back, when it belonged to old Bennet Thompson. About two years ago I came by and found out the old man had died and the place was in holding. I couldn’t believe the shambles it was in. There was a family living in the house that just threw their garbage out the back door. Teenagers would come and get drunk out by the greenhouses and then try to knock them down. I needed a place to live so I took over the old lunchroom back here." He waved his arm in the direction of the shed. "I just couldn’t stand to see everything that Bennet had worked all his life for destroyed. Now you’re here I guess I’ll have to be going. I hope your husband is prepared to do a lot of hard labour and has a chunk of money to sink into this place. It’s not going to be easy, but I’m glad you people are taking it on. I never wanted it to be up and sold only to be bulldozed by Darien Stewart and turned into paddocks."

"It’s only Cody and me here, Mr. Jardin. I don’t have a husband – this place is mine and I’ll be fixing it up on my own."

"Then you’ll need to hire a good crew. I could give you the name of someone who won’t cheat you."

"I don’t have a chunk of money. I’m pretty well flat broke. You see – I never expected anything like this. My dad has been paying maintenance for the last five years. The pictures we have show a well cared for operation. The house . . . the house . . ." Elana couldn’t go on. She knew if she did she would start to cry.

"The house ain’t as bad as it seems. Or the greenhouses, really. If you’ve got time and aren’t afraid of hard work you could do it by stages, get one greenhouse up and running, then two – you know?"

Elana warmed to the man. She knew nothing about him besides what he had told her, but for some reason she believed everything he had said. He cared about the place, and that was important. She needed someone to help her. He was old, but he looked strong. "Would you be willing to stay here and help me? I . . . I can’t pay you anything yet, but you’ll still have somewhere to live. I’ll give you a share of the profits – if there are profits."

"When there are profits. You got yourself a deal, little lady. Now let me show you around, and you can see what I have growing here." He turned to Cody. "Do you like gardening son? I could use a helper with my harvest. I promise you first choice of the pumpkins."

"Okay!" Cody jumped up and down. "Mom! The big pumpkin really is mine!"

Sam Jardin showed them raspberry canes and a small strawberry patch, both finished for the season, and a wild expanse of blackberry bushes heavy with sweet dark fruit. There were apple trees and pears. In the end of one greenhouse there were tomatoes flourishing. Carrots, cabbages and potatoes grew alongside the old lunchroom – Sam’s home. He invited them in and Elana noticed that though it was untidy, it was clean. The long wood table, still there from the lunchroom days, was up against one wall and served as a kitchen counter as well as an eating place. Shelves lined the wall above, and in the back was a huge, old wood cook-stove. Lanterns hung from the ceiling, and there was a bed against the other wall. Sam told Elana that there was a bathroom with a shower that had been there for the staff in the old days. "You don’t have to worry about me – I’m really cosy in here, even in the dead of winter," he said. "I’ve spent the better part of two years getting it just the way I like it."

Cody was very impressed and didn’t want to leave when he’d found a litter of kittens curled up in a box in one corner. He picked up a grey one and held it to his cheek. "Oh, mom – can I have one? I’ve never had a pet."

"We don’t know if Mr. Jardin is planning on giving them away," said Elana.

"If your mom says it’s okay, you can have whichever one you want, Cody, but they can’t leave their mother just yet. And call me Sam, both of you, please."

"Thank you, Sam. You can call me Elana, too." She went over to the box and looked at the kittens with Cody. "Which is your favourite, hon?"

"The grey one – can I have it?"

"Yes." She kissed his nose.

"I’ll call it Smeagol."

"No! Not after Gollum!" said Elana in mock horror.

"Look how cute he is, with such a big head and round eyes. Anyway, when Gollum was Smeagol he was nice."

"That’s true, and this guy looks like a real sweetie. Now let’s go see what else Sam has to show us."

They toured the greenhouses again while Sam explained what was growing in the beds now, and what had been grown in the past when it was a thriving venture. They ended up at the house where Sam showed how it was structurally very sound. All the damage was superficial: broken, boarded up windows, dangling shutters, collapsed front steps. "There had been people living here up until about four months ago, but Collier would never make any repairs. He had a hard time finding tenants to live in this squalor with the amount he was charging them."

Elana thanked Sam and he arranged to come by in the morning to help her make the house habitable. In the waning light she cleared a place in one bedroom for the air mattress and set up the bed. She only brought in their packs and left everything else in the car. After that she drove into town with Cody and they ordered a pizza. They parked by the estuary and ate it as the sky darkened over the still water.

~

Elana set the camp stove up on the kitchen counter and opened a window. Soon she had water boiling for tea, and eggs and bacon sizzling in the frying pan. She tried not to look at the grime and mess that surrounded her. The last tenants had just left whatever they didn’t want where it lay and a layer of thick dust had settled on everything. Elana made a list in her mind. Go into town and arrange to get the phone and power connected, buy cleaning supplies, drop in on that scum-bag Collier and give him a piece of her mind. She couldn’t afford to sue him for what he’d done but he would hear from her.

When Sam knocked on the back door, she hardly recognised him. He’d trimmed his hair and shaved his beard. She realised that he was younger than she’d thought the day before – closer to sixty than seventy.

"Hey, if I’m going to be working for you, I thought I should look a bit more respectable and less like the old hippie I am. Is Cody up for picking some tomatoes with me while you go into town?"

Elana looked at Cody and he nodded.

"Okay – he can stay with you – he’d only get bored while I do my business."

"Yeah! Can we see Smeagol before we work, Sam?"

"Of course you can. You can meet the mother, Twilight, now too. You have to be real quiet though because she’s a bit skittish."

Elana smiled as she watched them walk off between the greenhouses, then she closed the window and finished the dishes. An hour and a half later she had organised for the electricity to be connected later that day; the phone service couldn’t be hooked up for two more days. She had loaded up with brooms, mops, garbage bags, and assorted environmentally friendly cleaning products. She parked outside of Bob Collier’s realty office and took a big breath. She checked her reflection in the mirror and ran a brush through her hair. She hated confrontations, but Collier just couldn’t get away with taking advantage of people like that. She entered the office and was asked to take a seat until Mr. Collier was free. She picked up a magazine and absently started leafing through it, but all the time she kept going over and over in her mind everything that she planned to say to him.

The bell over the door rang again as two men entered the office. Elana heard them ask for Bob Collier and she looked up. There was no way the receptionist was going to let them in to see him first. Elana didn’t miss the tone in the woman’s voice. It was almost reverent.

"Mr. Stewart, how are you? Good morning, Mr. Bingham. Mr Collier won’t be a moment. Would you like a coffee while you are waiting?"

The taller of the two just looked at the deferential young woman and nodded, but the other smiled cheerfully and accepted coffee for both of them. When the receptionist left the room to prepare their drinks, the taller one said. "Let’s get this over with as soon as possible, Carl. Collier has wasted too much of my time. Now he’s feeding us this outrageous story about the owner turning up and wanting to get the business operational. He’ll say anything to try and get me to raise my offer. It’s intolerable the way the guy runs his business. Do we really have to deal with him?"

Elana stiffened. What were they talking about?

"He’s the most underhanded realtor I know," replied Carl, "but he’s represented this guy for five years. I don’t think the owner has a clue what the land is worth. Your offer is more than generous."

"I know that! Whoever he is should just take the money and run. I don’t know what Collier’s game is – he lets the place go to ruin and is still hanging out for more money. The owner’s got to be just as unscrupulous as Bob is to allow such neglect, but I tell you, Carl, I’m just plain sick of living beside a garbage dump, with welfare bums for neighbours. I’d really pay anything to get rid of that eyesore."

As Elana listened her anger grew. It was more than obvious that this was the illustrious Darien Stewart who had been trying to buy her place as long as her father owned it. How dare he think she was just like that slime-ball Collier?

"Maybe the owner is going to develop it now."

"That place? The only thing to do with it is set a match to it! It’s a verminous blight on the landscape. Only a fool would attempt to restore it."

"Well, I guess that makes me a fool then!" Both men turned around to see Elana standing there, her eyes blazing. The receptionist returned at that moment and almost dropped the coffee. "I’m the owner of the greenhouses and your new neighbour, Mr Stewart. You’ll be happy to know that you don’t have to deal with the unscrupulous Mr. Collier any more. He doesn’t work for me. If you have any further offers to make on my place, you have to deal directly with me, and I’ll tell you once and for all, I’m not selling."

She looked over to see Bob Collier standing in the open doorway of his office. Turning to the receptionist she said, "It appears that Mr. Collier is ready to see me now, so I’ll go right in." She turned her back on the men who were still standing as if frozen and walked past Bob Collier and into his office. He was left with no other choice but to close the door and address her.

"Ms Barnes – you can’t mean what you said to Mr. Stewart. I can straighten the whole thing out with him right now. You don’t want to be on his bad side. He is very influential. I’m sure if I speak nicely to him and apologise for your outburst we can enter back into negotiations. I’ve been working on him for years – he’s practically eating out of my hand. You’ll get more from Stewart than anyone else."

"Have I not made myself clear, Bob? You do not work for me. You are lucky I’m not suing the pants off you. Stewart thinks you are unscrupulous, but you are much worse than that. You are a lying, thieving bottom-feeder. You cheated my father for five years, charging him for caretaking and maintenance that was never performed. You never even bothered to find decent tenants. Is this your normal modus operandi? I am amazed that you have any clients at all. I’m willing to tell anyone who is interested that you can be trusted only to cheat them."

~

Outside the office, Carl Bingham apologetically declined the coffees. The receptionist didn’t seem to notice. Every word Elana spoke came clearly through the thin walls. Darien Stewart had to grudgingly admire her directness. She was a fool, to be sure, to take on such a losing venture, but she had spunk. He still wanted her derelict greenhouses gone and he wasn’t about to let a little thing like her adamant, I’m not selling get in his way. She didn’t know whom she was taking on. After listening to most of her tirade, he tapped Carl on the arm and they left the office. However, it was a long time before the image of her fiery eyes left him.

~

Elana swept past the receptionist without a glance in her direction and so missed the look of admiration on that woman’s face. When she got to her car she was shaking. She opened the door and climbed in before she was overwhelmed. Leaning on her steering wheel, she gasped for breath as her head spun. What had she just done? She had never stood up to anyone that way before. She didn’t regret a word that she had said, not after the way that arrogant Darien Stewart had belittled her and her decision to rebuild her business. If it was the last thing she did, she was going to prove to him that she was not a fool. She was going to build it up to be a viable venture and there was nothing he could do to prevent her, no matter how influential he was.

The image of Bob Collier’s astonished face rose up before her and she suddenly began to laugh. After she had done yelling at him he had almost grovelled at her feet, begging her to re-hire him, coming up with all sorts of pathetic excuses for why the greenhouses and house had become neglected: illness, incompetent employees, untrustworthy tenants. He even insisted that Sam Jardin was his employee, but he had not been doing his job and was really the one who had cheated them both. Elana didn’t buy a word of it. She told him she never wanted anything to do with him again As she walked out of his office he had begged her not to go to one of his competitors, and especially not to deal with Carl Bingham. The guy would only cheat her. That was a laugh! As if she already hadn’t been cheated.

She wiped her streaming eyes, not sure if the tears were primarily from her fury or her laughter. She strapped herself in and put her car in gear. After a quick stop at Subway for two footlongs, she drove back along Headquarters road and turned up the now familiar Haven Road. She drove slowly by Stewart Stables this time, giving it a much deeper appraisal than she had on the other few times she had driven past. Everything she could see looked picture perfect: neat white fences, trim barns, sleek horses grazing in the fields, and way at the back of the property, hidden by outbuildings and trees, the shingled gables of what had to be a house of mansion proportions. For a moment she was struck with the incongruity of the two properties being side by side and fleetingly wondered how she would feel about the decrepit greenhouses if she owned this paradise. But then she saw someone walk out across a field and lean against a fence, calling to one of the horses. He was tall and lithe, and from the way he held himself she was certain it was Darien Stewart. All thoughts of sympathy left her. She remembered his harsh words and she felt a tight knot harden in the pit of her stomach.

Chapter Three

Cody came running out to meet Elana when she returned. Her anger had not yet completely dissipated, especially not after having been resurrected by the sight of her offensive neighbour, but she put it aside and greeted Cody with enthusiasm equal to his own. He chatted merrily as he helped unload all the cleaning supplies. Sam came up too and told her he was going to ride his bike down the road a bit to get a friend who owned a truck. They had both eaten a snack while she was out so Elana put the subs in the cooler.

"Hey mom, what’s this?" asked Cody as he was unloading the shopping bags.

"A disposable camera. I’m going to take pictures of everything so when we get it all fixed up we’ll never forget how terrible it looked when we started. Then we’ll take new pictures and we’ll have a before and after record."

"Can I take some pictures?"

"Sure – I’ll show you what I want and help you get the angle and you shoot. We’ll start with an outside shot, do the house, and then go out back."

As depressing as the subject matter was, Elana had fun sharing the task with her eager young son. He came up with some good ideas for shots and even managed to talk Elana into sitting in the pumpkin patch for a picture with his favourite pumpkin. She returned the favour.

After that was done they got straight to work filling garbage bags. Starting in the filthy living room, they planned to work their way through the whole house. It was easy – everything had to go. Elana couldn’t be bothered to sort for recyclables; she just wanted the whole mess cleared out. She threw all the restless energy from her pent-up anger into the job and set a brisk pace that Cody didn’t even attempt to match.

After about an hour, Sam returned with his friend Dennis who had a beat up old pick-up and a smile a mile wide. It seemed there was nothing he would rather be doing than loading his truck up with garbage and driving out to the dump.

"It’ll be great to see this place cleaned up," he said, when Elana offered to pay him for his trouble. "All I need is the dump fees."

"Well, you’re not going to stop me from feeding you," she countered.

They took a break for lunch. Elana had never seen subs disappear so fast but there were also apples that Sam had picked and a big jug of juice from the store. They wasted no time chatting but went straight back to work and soon filled the back of the pick-up with broken furniture and heaps of green plastic bags. When the men drove off to dump the first load, the technician from the electrical company came by and checked that all the wires to the house were in working order. When he was done and lights could be turned on Elana felt elated and surprised that such a simple thing could give her a feeling of accomplishment. She spent the next two hours attacking the stove while garbage was stowed into bags all around her. When it was finally clean she had to admit that it didn’t look too bad – it was hers and it worked and she’d be cooking supper in her own house that night.

The refrigerator was a different story. It was grimy, rusty, and mercifully dead. Sam took the door off and together with Dennis threw it in the back of the truck. When they set off for their next dump-run, Elana drove with Cody back to Super Store and bought all the fixings for chili and fresh ice for their cooler. She was unloading all the groceries on the newly cleaned counter when she had a flash realisation.

"I don’t have any big cooking pots!" All her bravado suddenly left her and she lay her head in amongst the beans and bread and peppers and onions. Her shoulders shook as tears filled her eyes.

Cody came up and put his arms around her. "Don’t worry mom – you can borrow some from Sam."

She hugged him back. "Silly me. Sorry for crying, kiddo – it’s just been one crazy day for me."

"That’s okay mom. Even I cry sometimes."

She kissed him on the forehead. "Even you?" She laughed softly. "Let’s get back to work, hon. I’ll start cutting the veggies and when Sam gets back you can run down to his place with him and find me some pots."

"And have a visit with Smeagol too?"

"That’s why I suggested it. You’ve more than earned a visit with your kitty."

~

They ate their chili picnic-style on a blanket on the living room floor. It was quite late, but the house was empty and three of the rooms were relatively clean. There was not a stick of furniture. They only had what they brought with them, their camping supplies, clothing, Cody’s favourite toys, and Elana’s books.

"There’s a Sally Anne in Courtney where you can pick up some kitchen stuff cheap," said Dennis. "And I’ll keep a look out for a fridge for you."

"Sally Anne?"

"Salvation Army thrift store," said Sam. "It’s your best bet."

"You gonna be needing to rent a carpet cleaner?" asked Dennis.

"No," said Elana. "I’m ripping all the carpet out – it’s too disgusting to consider cleaning."

"How about we do it tomorrow?" asked Sam.

"Thanks, guys. That’s really nice of you to offer, but I think I’ll leave it till I finish painting then we won’t need any drop-sheets."

"Good idea – I’m thinking you’ve got hardwood under here." Sam rubbed the carpet.

Elana’s eyes brightened. "Hardwood! I would love hardwood floors."

"Probably need resurfacing, mind you."

"I don’t care. Sam – in a week you won’t recognise this place."

"I don’t recognise it already." He got up from the floor and took his bowl to the counter. "Dennis and I’ll do the dishes."

"No, please. You’ve both done enough. Cody and I can handle it."

"I think Cody’s ready to drop," said Dennis. "You put him to bed and we’ll tidy this all up."

Elana picked up her son and carried him to the bedroom where the air-mattress and sleeping bags were laid out once more. Gone was the sagging bed. Instead the wall was lined with boxes of their clothes and the two backpacks. Elana decided not to worry about washing up tonight – she simply tucked Cody into his sleeping bag and kissed his cheek.

"You were a great help today, hon," she whispered.

He put his arms around her neck and she lay beside him until his breathing relaxed and he loosened his grip. She gave him another kiss and reluctantly got up from the comfortable bed, turned off the light, and then returned to the kitchen to thank the men and say goodnight.

~

After breakfast Elana went straight to scrubbing the walls but insisted that Cody get out his Lego and play for a bit. Banging started up outside. Elana opened the front door and saw Sam and Dennis taking apart the porch steps.

"We found some lumber in the back to build you some new ones," said Sam. "When that’s done I’ll fix up the shutters and measure the broken windows for glass."

"You don’t need to do all this work on the house," said Elana. "It’s only the greenhouses you’re supposed to be helping out with."

"First things first," said Sam. "We’re gonna clean up the front yard too. Everything that can’t be burned we’ll take to the dump. I’m thinking that before the end of the day we’ll have a rare bonfire going out back!"

"Can we roast marshmallows?" asked Cody who had followed Elana out onto the porch.

"Not on a scrap fire – it’ll be too big and the smoke won’t be nice. If your mom says it’s okay we can build you a small fire with some good wood."

"Can we Mom?" Cody turned to her and gave her his best puppy dog face.

She gave him a hug. "We’ll see. I’ve got to get back to work now."

"That means yes," Cody said to Sam in a loud whisper.

After lunch Elana decided that both she and Cody needed a change of pace and some fresh air. They drove out to the estuary where they’d eaten their pizza the first night. Elana remembered seeing a paved walk along the riverside. She parked near a small airstrip and they walked together in the quiet stillness of the afternoon.

The water was smooth and reflected the blue of the sky. From a wooden bridge they watched ducks swim between the sturdy pylons. The riverbank was thick with rushes. Small birds flitted from cattail to stump and in and out of the branches of rangy shrubs. Elana just leant on the railing and gazed about as a mellow peacefulness settled upon her. She looked further out and saw the river widen to embrace the broad stretch of ocean that filled the horizon. Cody busied himself with dropping twigs over the bridge and then running to the other side to watch them drift out from under the bridge and away.

All the furious activity of cleaning, all the frustration and anger she had dealt with in the last two days, all the endless cross country driving of the week before – the burden of it all fell away; slipped from her shoulders as she let the silken ripple of the water, the soft rustle of the grasses, the somnolent resonance of the muted birdsong carry her away to a place beyond thought. Where nothing needed a reason and existence was all that mattered. A frog plopped – the ripples expanded outward, minnows scattered among the submerged rocks.

Sudden, shrill barking shattered the stillness.

"Toto! Quiet! Sorry, he’s really very friendly – for some reason he just thinks he owns this bridge."

Elana looked up to see a pretty girl of about her age holding back a black and white Jack Russell who was straining against his leash. Cody stopped what he was doing and walked forward, his hand held out. "Could I pet him?"

"Oh yes, he’s perfectly safe."

"Mom! Look, he’s licking my hand."

Elana went over to see the little dog too and soon was talking with his owner while Cody ran up and down with Toto at the end of the leash.

"You’ve got a cute little dog," said Elana.

"He’s not mine. He belongs to my aunt but I like to bring him here. It’s my favourite walk – I walk along the estuary and feel like I’m back home again walking along the Serpentine Fen, even though it’s really not the same at all."

"You’re not from here?"

"I am now. I’ve lived here a month."

"We’ve just moved as well, from Kingston – from Halifax, really."

"Wow – that’s a long way to come – did you get transferred or something?"

"I actually inherited a greenhouse business, but it’s not operational yet and needs a lot of work. My name is Elana, by the way." She held out her hand. All the while they had been strolling along behind Cody and the dog.

"I’m Joy," said the girl, smiling. "I’m happy to meet you. I don’t know anybody here yet, besides my aunt and her family. I work at Super Store."

"So, you live with your aunt?"

"Yes, but I’d really like to find my own place – out of town, if I can, only I’m trying to save as much as possible and renting a house on property is expensive."

Elana stopped, looked at Joy, and then made a snap decision. "Would you consider sharing a house?" It was completely unplanned but it suddenly seemed like the most obvious decision. Her house was way too large for only Cody and herself, used as they were to living in tiny basement suites.

"Do you mean that? But you’ve only just met me and know nothing about me."

"You’ve only just met us too. But I do have to warn you that right now the place is a real dump. Why don’t you come over tonight and see for yourself before you decide?"

"I’d like that."

"My phone’s not hooked up yet, but I can give you the address. How’s seven?"

"That would be great," said Joy.

Cody came running back with the dog and after a little more talk and some quick goodbyes Joy continued her walk while he and Elana went back to the car to search out a paint store. It didn’t take long to find a Cloverdale Paint outlet, but Elana nearly choked when she discovered that one can of paint the buttery colour she envisioned would cost her thirty-five dollars. A sales girl came up and asked if she could help.

"Do you have anything cheaper than this? I have a whole house to paint, inside and out, and my budget won’t stand this price."

"Well, there’re two ways you can go," she answered. "You can buy five gallon buckets of cheap paint in a neutral colour, like the builders use, or you can go for mistints."

"Mistints?"

"People order a colour and then it doesn’t turn out quite the way they expected it to, so we sell those premixed colours off for eight dollars a gallon. Here, I’ll show you where they are." She motioned for them to follow her and then looked at the colour card in Elana’s hand. "Is that the colour you were looking for?"

"Yes."

"I just got something very similar to that returned by a client yesterday – let’s see if it hasn’t been sold yet."

Not only were there two cans of a beautiful butter-yellow, but Elana also found three cans of ochre, two of ivory and one of cobalt blue. Cody picked a can of forest green that he insisted was exactly what he wanted for his own room. After loading up on rollers, brushes, and paint trays, they turned the car around and headed for home, Elana full of anticipation at the thought of covering the existing faded, pea-green of the walls.

~

Darien let his eyes stray towards the road as the sound of a now familiar engine met his ears. The rusty Volvo had been up and down the road quite often in the last two days. He shook his head. The girl was really going ahead with it! He’d seen that handyman’s beater of a truck taking away load after load of garbage. She was fighting a losing battle and he imagined that after a lot of wasted effort she’d have to concede. What she really needed to bring in was one big bulldozer, and raze the lot. From where he was he could barely see the occupants of the car, but it looked as if she wasn’t alone, not that he really cared. He wasn’t interested in anything about her. He just wanted her gone and the place cleaned out, so the sooner she came to her senses and sold, the better. He lifted a saddle from the fence railing, threw it over his shoulder, and headed for the tack room.

~

The house looked so much better just to have the stairs and shutters repaired and the boards gone from the windows. Sam and Dennis had done an amazing amount of work – the front yard was almost clear of junk as well. Elana walked into the living room and imagined it a rich ochre. The colour would be perfect. Her heart sank at how dismal it really looked, with the stained carpet and marked-up walls. Joy would take one look and run! If she’d had any sense, she’d have asked her to come in a week, when the painting was done. There was no helping it now, though. She sighed, wondering why she’d been so impetuous, and put the paint cans she was carrying down.

"Which room will Joy get?" asked Cody.

"I doubt she’ll take any."

"I hope she does. I like her – will she bring Toto?"

"He belongs to her aunt."

"Oh well – he’d probably scare Smeagol anyway – he’s pretty bouncy."

"Very high-spirited," agreed Elana.

"Do you know which room I want, mom?"

"Which one do you want, hon?" asked Elana, smiling down at his eager face.

"The little cute one connected to yours."

"But . . . that’s just a walk-in closet."

Cody put his arms around her. "The other two are too big, and they’re all the way over on the other side of the house."

"Then it’s yours, sweetie. I don’t need a walk-in closet anyway. I’ve always wanted a wardrobe."

"Like in the book?"

"Exactly."

"With fur coats?"

"Sorry, no fur coats to get lost in on your way to Narnia."

"Rats! Hey, mom – do we still have marshmallows?"

"Half a bag."

"Can we go out and see if they’ve got the bonfire going?"

"Let’s do that – I don’t feel like working any more today."

As they passed through the kitchen and out the back door Cody grabbed the bag of marshmallows from the cupboard. It wasn’t hard to find the bonfire. It was way back, in a clearing behind the greenhouses. The smell of smoke and the crackling of burning timber led them there. Sam was standing to one side with a hose at the ready, in case the fire should get out of control, though from what Elana could see there was no danger of that. He hailed them and then, at Cody’s pleading, went about building a small fire a bit further away from the blazing heap so that Cody could have his marshmallow roast. As Elana watched the two of them together a small smile slowly grew and spread across her face.

~

Darien smelled smoke. Children were having lessons in the south ring and he worried that the smoke would make the horses restless. It was coming from that place. Who knew what kind of garbage they were burning, polluting the air. He hurried over, watching as a light breeze carried the smoke through the trees in uneven eddies, first high and then low. Two of the children were coughing and a horse pawed the ground nervously. His anger flared and he brushed his way through the woods, not noticing the branches snapping back against him. At the fence he did not pause but hurdled over, and pushed through even denser bush. He came out onto a clearing and a huge pile of wildly burning junk. She was standing a few feet from the blaze, the fire casting a warm glow on her face. It was as if he’d never seen her before. Her hair was hanging down her back in a dark tangle and the smile on her face was one of delight. He hadn’t realised that she was actually pretty. It was a passing thought and he didn’t let it affect his actions.

"Did you get a permit for this?" he yelled at her.

The smile disappeared. Her face immediately became tense. "Do I need one?"

"There’ve been restrictions because of the forest fires! It’s bloody well dangerous – and your fire’s practically raging out of control."

"No it’s not. I’ve got a hose going here and the whole area has been sprayed a few times. Anyway – what forest fires are you talking about?"

"There’ve been forest fires all over B.C. throughout August – how could you not know that?"

"Here? On the Island?"

"No, but what difference does that make?" He lunged towards her. "If you’re not going to put it out at least give me that hose and I’ll do it. I’ve got riding lessons going on just through those trees. The smoke from your stupid fire is spooking my horses."

"So that’s what this is all about!" Her embarrassment caused her anger to flare. "Sam wouldn’t have started this fire if there were really burning restrictions. Put my hose down."

"That burned out hippie doesn’t know what’s going on in the next block! If you’re not going to listen to reason, I’ve got no other option," he yelled, training the hose on the fire.

"Stop that! Get off my property!"

The noise brought both Sam and Cody running. They arrived in time to see Elana wrest the hose from Darien’s grasp, only to have it twist and turn and drench them both. Sam ran over and picked it up.

"What’s the problem, Mr Stewart?"

"You should know about the fire restrictions, Jardin!" Darien wiped the water from his face. The blue denim shirt he was wearing clung to his chest.

"Oh my God, I forgot all about that! I’ll put it out right away, Mr Stewart."

"I’m glad someone around here has finally found some sense," said Darien in a hard, tight voice. "I won’t report you, but get it out right now!" Without another look in Elana’s direction he strode off through the trees.

"Boy, that man was really mad."

Darien heard the child’s voice echo from behind as branches snapped in his face. Damned right he was mad! And now he was soaked too, all because of that . . . he suddenly remembered the look of shock on her face as the water struck her, and he laughed. What a farcical situation! If it weren’t so serious it would really have been funny. He hopped the fence again and then made a wide detour around the riding ring and jogged straight up to the house. He managed to get in and change without anyone seeing him, so he didn’t have to explain his wet clothing.

~

As Elana cooked supper, the fiasco at the fire kept replaying in her mind. Stewart had been so arrogant, so obnoxious . . . so right. It made her angrier knowing that she’d been wrong. That she shouldn’t have had a fire. She didn’t even think to blame Sam; it was her property, her responsibility. And then to top it all off the stupid hose had doused her right in front of the jerk. Her t-shirt had become all but transparent. It was his fault for coming after her so out of control rather than talk to her like a sane person – just her luck to get a head-case for a neighbour. An image of him with his curls dripping came to her mind unbidden and was ejected just as fast. She wasn’t going to let the way he looked have any influence over her feelings. Just because a guy was gorgeous had nothing to do with his character. She’d learned that the hard way and wouldn’t make that same mistake again.

 

Chapter Four

Elana looked about herself in disgust. How was it possible to make a place look good when there was no furniture to hide the stains on the carpets and the nicks on the walls? She’d washed the supper dishes and put them away, and made sure the sleeping bags were smoothed tidily on the air-mattress – there was nothing more she could really do. It had been a nice idea to rent out a room in her house, but she’d make sure it was painted and furnished before she invited anyone else to come and see it. Upon hearing the knock she sighed and walked over to open the door.

"Hi!" Joy smiled brightly as she walked in and began to slip off her shoes.

"Don’t worry about your shoes – this carpet is going as soon as the painting is done."

"The drive here was great. I can’t believe it – this place is only five minutes from my work but it’s like I’m right out in the country. That property next door to you is so beautiful."

"Well, mine isn’t in quite the same shape."

"You have some lovely hemlocks up by the road, and there’s a wonderful beech tree in the flowerbed in front of the house."

"There’s a flowerbed in front of the house?" asked Elana in amazement.

"You can see there was at one time, and in the spring we can plant it with lavender and . . . oops, sorry. Here I am already planning your garden for you and I don’t even know if you really want me to move in yet." Joy giggled.

"Ever since I got home I’ve been stressing that you’d take one look at this place and run!"

"Why? It’s lovely out here. And look at this room! It’s so large and airy. My aunt lives in a new, low-cost condo. The rooms are all tiny, and none of the ceilings are this high." Joy looked at the stack of paint cans. "What colour did you get to paint it?"

Elana tipped the can to show her the ochre tone painted on the lid.

"Perfect! Where’s Cody?"

"He went down to Sam’s place to have a last look at his kitten before bedtime. He should be right back. Would you like to see the rest of the house?"

Cody joined them on the back porch after they’d finished touring all the rooms. Joy asked him about Smeagol and then Elana pointed out the greenhouses.

"You’ve got a lot of work to do," said Joy, "but you know, it will be fantastic once you get it fixed up. The location is amazing. Just look at your view of Mount Arrowsmith across the way there."

The sun was nearly set, but a fine line of fire spread across the deepening blue, casting a rosy tint to the traces of snow that still clung to the highest peaks.

Elana let her eyes linger on the sight for a few moments and then turned to Joy. "This is the first time I even noticed the mountains. I’ve been too overwhelmed by the mess."

They returned into the house while Cody barraged Joy with questions about which room she wanted.

"Your mom has to decide if she wants me to live here with you guys first."

"Of course she wants you, right mom?"

"I’d love it if you really think you want to, Joy," said Elana.

"I’ve been trying to tell you that since the moment I arrived," said Joy, grinning at them both.

"So, let’s choose your room then," said Cody, grabbing her hand and pulling her forward.

"I’m just going to put on some tea," said Elana. "Or would you prefer coffee?"

"Tea would be lovely," said Joy as she let Cody lead her to the bedrooms.

"Do you like herbal?"

"Sure," said Joy as she was dragged through the doorway. A few minutes later they were back in the kitchen and Elana was pouring tea into mugs.

"I hope you’ll excuse our camping gear. I haven’t bought anything yet. Would you like to sit down?" she said, indicating the counter.

"No, I’m fine," said Joy as she leaned against it.

"I convinced her to take the big room in the front of the house," said Cody as he got some juice from the cooler.

"When I found out it has a view of the beech tree I was sold," said Joy. "Plus it’s got lots of room for my loom."

"You weave?"

"Yes, but there’s been nowhere to set up my loom at my aunt’s so this is great. I’ll be able to get a booth in the Christmas craft market!"

They sat and drank their tea while they chatted about Joy’s aspirations. She was saving all her money to someday open a craft store where she could sell her and other artisans’ work. Elana sensed there was even more to Joy’s story than she had disclosed but that would come with time, when they got to know each other better. She herself had let little out about her past as well. It was almost ten when Joy finally left, promising to come by the next day when she got off shift so that she could help with the painting.

The week was a busy one. Elana painted from morning till night with Joy and Cody assisting when they were able. Joy had chosen the cobalt blue for her bedroom, with ivory trim. For the kitchen they’d mixed some of the yellow from Elana’s bedroom with the ivory and painted it a rich cream. They’d had to buy more paint for the bathrooms, which ended up a dusty brick colour. Elana had been sceptical, but she had to admit that Joy had an unerring colour sense. For the smaller bedroom they had fun mixing what was left from a number of different cans and ended up with a colour like creamy coffee.

Elana encouraged Cody to get out and play as much as he could, or help Sam around the greenhouses. Dennis came by with a fridge that he’d found in the Buy and Sell, and tinkered around in the laundry room trying to get the washer and dryer working. By Friday, the walls were all done, and the painted baseboards lay in the middle of the living room floor, waiting for the carpet to be taken up so that they could be reinstalled. Furniture was the order of the day, so while Sam and Dennis were left with the unenviable task of ridding the house of carpet, Elana and Cody hopped into the car to cruise the second hand stores and antique shops of Courtney.

"We’d better run by the school and register you too," said Elana as they drove down their rutted driveway. "You’ve missed two weeks of school already. Your holiday is over, bud."

"Holiday? I’ve been working like crazy. Do I really have to go to school?"

"Of course." Elana looked over at Cody and saw how pinched his face was. "Is something bothering you?"

"I don’t know anyone."

"And that’s one other reason you need to go to school. Don’t worry – you’ll make friends quickly. And the school sounds great. It’s called Miracle Beach."

Cody’s expression brightened a bit. "I won’t have to start today, will I?"

"Of course not. We’ll just go and register and maybe you’ll get a tour and meet the teacher."

"Good, because I want to choose the furniture with you."

"And so you shall, honey. I hope you won’t get bored, though. I’m going to be dragging you through tons of stores." She reached out her hand and ruffled up his hair. Cody smiled.

The visit to the school went very well. There was a school bus that could pick Cody up at the corner of Headquarters road, but Elana decided to drive him for at least the first month until he was settled in. The shopping trip was very tiring. By one o’clock they had found little more than dishes and cutlery, pots and pans. The furniture in the thrift stores was all shoddy; in the antique stores it was overpriced. They took a break for lunch in an old diner chosen for it’s proximity to the shops and not it’s ambience. Though it looked tacky inside and out, the food was surprisingly good and the service was excellent. Their waitress was very friendly and seemed to take a liking to Cody, ensuring that he got a very big piece of apple pie.

"This pie’s home made, kid. You can’t stand it, it’s so good. Just like your Aunt Betsy made it, or something."

"I don’t have an Aunt Betsy," said Cody, giggling.

"Well, you’ll wish you did it tastes so good."

She winked at him and sauntered off. Cody took a huge forkful and then continued to eat without speaking, relishing every crumb.

"I think I’m going to have to break down and buy some new furniture," said Elana. "I really wanted to use most of the money grandpa gave me for the business, but I don’t want to bring junk into the house when all I’ve done for over a week is get rid of it. Just a little bit of furniture to start off with, what do you think? And soon we’ll have money from Joy’s rent and if we find someone to take the other bedroom we should do okay."

The waitress was walking past with a load of dishes up her arms and stopped by their table for a moment as she waited for someone to walk around her.

"Sure mom," said Cody, eyeing the pie she’d barely tasted. "And you’ll be growing plants in the greenhouses too."

"That’ll take time, sweetie."

"There’s already things growing. We could sell pumpkins, and apples and . . . stuff."

Elana pulled out a pad and a pencil and began writing down figures. Cody looked up and saw the waitress coming back from serving her other customers.

"You done with that sugar?" she asked. "Now wasn’t that the best pie you ever tasted?"

"Yup!"

She looked at Elana and said, "Mind if I join you for a minute?"

"Not at all," said Elana, scooting over in the booth.

"Name’s Chandra," she said, holding her hand out.

"I’m Elana, and this is my son, Cody."

"I couldn’t help but overhearing," said Chandra. "You have a room for rent?"

"Yes, we live out on Haven Road, and I have a room available. It’s three hundred dollars a month, the bathroom would be shared with another girl, and full kitchen, living room, and laundry room privileges."

"You see, I’m really stuck. Everything’s going sideways. I was sharing this apartment with a girl I know and now she’s got a boyfriend who . . ." She looked over at Cody. "Let’s just say I need to find a new place fast. Can’t live with them. Is it available right away?"

"Well . . ." Elana hesitated.

"Oh, yeah, I understand. Look, I’m dependable. I’ve got a steady job and no bad habits, unless you count chocolate. And I know how to bake pie!"

"Did you make this pie?" Cody looked up at her in awe.

"You betcha, kiddo!"

"Mom!"

"I’ve got my own furniture," Chandra said persuasively.

"You’d need a car, we’re out of town a ways."

"I know Haven Road. That’s where Stewart Stables is. Anyway, I’ve got a bike."

Elana’s face hardened at the mention of the stables. "We’re right next door."

"The old greenhouse place? Excellent! ‘Bout time somebody fixed that place up. I remember when old Mr. Thompson owned it. I used to go there all the time and buy bedding plants for my mom’s garden."

"Would you like to come by and see the room?" asked Elana.

"Tonight?"

She looked so eager that Elana had to agree.

"I gotta get back to work now – the boss is giving me the evil eye. I’ve got a course up at North Island from six until eight, so how about I come after that?"

"That would be fine. What are you taking?"

"Philosophy of art."

Elana started.

"Hits everybody that way," Chandra laughed. "It was either that or Sociology 220. Nothing else that I hadn’t taken fit into my schedule." She took Cody’s empty plate and hurried off to the kitchen.

"She’s nice," said Cody.

"You know something," said Elana, "I think you’re right. Now let’s get going and buy us some furniture."

"Aren’t you going to finish your pie?"

"You bet I am." Elana began eating and then took pity on him. She pushed the plate across the table. "We can share."

~

Chandra turned up in the evening on a motorbike. She confided to Cody that if she’d been asked what colour she wanted the room painted she’d have chosen just that shade. She was thrilled with the hardwood floors, said she’d get her own phone line so she could have an internet hook-up, and she handed Elana one month’s rent and a damage deposit stating that she’d track down a friend with a truck and move in on Sunday.

The weekend was busy. Dennis helped Joy move in on Saturday. The truck from the furniture store delivered Elana’s new couch and armchair, a round oak table and chairs for the kitchen, and Cody’s Captain’s bed. Elana was not going to compromise on her bedroom furniture. She was content to sleep on the air-mattress until she found the bed and dresser she had envisioned when she had woken on her first morning in the house. Carpet, curtains and the rest could all come later. Right now they had what they needed, and gazing around her living room she had to admit that the comfy, overstuffed furniture exactly suited the room. Joy had donated a little end table, a lamp, and a wall hanging for over the brick fireplace. A bookshelf for Elana’s books and a small rug in the centre of the room and it would be complete for the time being.

On Sunday Chandra arrived. Her furniture was put away quickly and a simple oak coffee table found its way into the living room, along with an emerald green glass vase filled with yellow and white freesias that soon sweetened the house with their fragrance. The three women got together in Joy’s room and helped set up her loom. Elana quickly learned about heddles and reeds, lams and beams, and soon an imposing 45" floor loom was taking up quite a major portion of the bedroom, while Joy was crawling about underneath, connecting the harnesses to the treadles. There was an unexpected knock upon the door and Elana left the room to see whom it could be.

She was very surprised to find a gentleman in a suit standing on her front porch. He held out his hand and smiled, and at that same moment she recognised him.

"Carl Bingham," he said. "We didn’t really meet properly, but you were in Collier’s office the other day when I was there with Darien Stewart."

"Of course I remember," said Elana, taking his hand. Carl made an apologetic grimace, and she continued. "Elana Barnes."

"It wasn’t the best of circumstances," he said.

"No," said Elana. "I was not altogether pleased that day."

"In other words you gave both Darien and Bob a well-deserved piece of your mind," said Carl with a grin.

Elana could not help but grin back.

"I suppose you’re wondering what I’m doing here."

"Well, I can’t really think of any reason . . ."

"I just wanted to start over and apologise to you for that day, and welcome you to the neighbourhood."

"I don’t think you have anything to apologise for," said Elana. "Won’t you come in, Mr Bingham?"

"Carl - call me Carl. Please."

"All right, Carl, won’t you come in?"

He laughed and wiped his feet.

"Don’t take off your shoes. There’ve been people in and out of here all day long – it needs sweeping desperately."

Carl almost stopped still in the doorway. He let out a low whistle. "I’m stunned," he said. "I was led to believe that this house ought to be condemned. This room is . . . charming."

Elana looked about the room and decided that it was the man who was charming. The room certainly looked a lot better than it had, but it was commonplace compared with what he was certainly used to.

"And the outside, too. What an improvement. I’m impressed, Ms Barnes."

"We can’t have me calling you Carl and you calling me Ms Barnes."

"Elana – you’ve really done something with this house, and in such a short time, too."

"I’ve had a lot of help."

He shuffled from one foot to the other. "You know, Darien is very sincere in his offer on this place. I don’t know if Collier explained anything to you about it, but his bid is actually above current market value."

"I was wondering when it would get to this," said Elana. "Carl, you seem to be a very nice man, but I don’t have any connection to that jerk Collier and whatever your friend Mr. Stewart wants to say to me, he can tell me himself."

"Actually, I represent Darien in all his real estate dealings," said Carl apologetically.

"He was with you at Collier’s office," said Elana.

"So you know why I don’t bring him along too often," said Carl.

Despite herself, Elana laughed.

"Look, I’m not here to strong-arm you. I just want you to understand that the offer is still on the table. If you should find all this," here Carl drew his arm in a wide circle, "too difficult; if you should come to realise that it’s not what you want to do after all, well – you have an option. A very generous one."

"I appreciate what you’re telling me," said Elana, "but I’m not desperate yet. I intend to stick it out. I’m very confident that I can make a go of this business."

"You strike me as someone with a lot of determination," said Carl. "But businesses can run into any number of unforeseen difficulties. Please keep the offer in mind." He reached in his pocket and brought out a business card. He was about to hand it to Elana when the other two women came out of the bedroom; Joy was laughing at something Chandra had said. His hand stopped midway and the card fell from his fingers.

Joy stilled in the doorway, colour rising in her cheeks. Chandra continued forward.

"I’m sorry," she said. "We didn’t know you had company."

Elana made quick introductions. Chandra walked forward and shook Carl’s hand. He greeted her absently.

"Would you like some tea?" asked Joy in a rather breathless voice.

"Yes, please, I would like that," said Carl and he sat down in the armchair.

Elana bent over and picked the business card up, placing it on the mantle.

"So, Carl," said Chandra. "I didn’t think Elana knew too many people around here. Tell me how you guys met."

Carl rather disjointedly mentioned meeting Elana in a realty office, all the time his eyes never straying from the kitchen door.

 Chapter Five

 

Light fell through the branches. Formless. Evanescent as it slipped in to join the darkness. She was beyond its touch – and, if so, beyond the sight of the group of Thregols that walked stealthily by on the path above. She could see their feet from her hiding place. The leather of their boots, wrapped in thongs; knife hilts protruding from down-turned cuffs. Their odour, rancid and foul, carried on the still air – overpowering any hint of her own almost human smell, tinged with the sharp tang of bergamot.

Lanea crept from the shadows when it was safe and turned in the opposite direction than the troupe had taken. If she could help it they would not catch her, and somehow she would find a way to free her friends. She ran through the underbrush on light feet. Stopped in a clearing, full in a shaft of sun, turning her head as she judged which way to go. Her hair was a tangled mass of long, dark curls embedded with twigs and leaves. Her face was streaked with dirt and taut as she listened - her hazel eyes wide and determined. Her breath was shallow as she stood, the light bronzing her shoulders, moulding the slow curve of her . . . 

Darien stopped and looked at his screen in disgust, highlighted the last paragraph and clicked on cut. This was the third time in the last twenty minutes he had done so. He felt like throwing his keyboard against the wall. He got up and paced the room, looked through his window. But that didn’t help. His view stretched over the trees and he could see the moss covered shingles of her roof and the translucent arch of one of her greenhouses.

Characters have a way of growing and shaping themselves out of nothing, but this one kept trying to become her. His pale-eyed Lanea who shied away from confrontation was suddenly standing up to opposition – defying her enemies. He knew where the tangled hair and hazel eyes came from. That image had been burned into his brain, along with the smudges on her cheek, the faint smell of citrus he had caught even through the wood smoke, and apparently the way her wet shirt had clung to her rounded . . . well, he was only human. He couldn’t pretend that even in his anger he hadn’t noticed. But what had made the greatest impression that day by the fire, and had done at their first confrontation, were the flashing hazel eyes. But, God was she a shrew!

He sat down again; attacked his keys. Forced a description of gooseberry eyes, hair that grew in short, mousy tufts, a body angular and awkward. Made her creep through leathery leaves and hanging vines where daylight refused to go. Sat back and looked at the sentences that seemed to taunt him. Words that held no magic and sat ungainly and frozen on the white background. He pressed save and exit, knowing that when he opened the document again he would have to change it. Lanea was forming her own life regardless of his wishes. If he were to finish the book he would have to allow her to become herself. He had to find a way for her to become just that, and not the embodiment of his next-door neighbour.

He grabbed his jean jacket and headed down to the barn. Soon he was riding across the fields, galloping hard, taking fences full on. Attempting to escape the inescapable.

~

"I went by there the other day, you know." Carl jerked his head back over his shoulder.

Darien knew he did not mean the small den that led off from the dining room.

Lina served herself some salad and wrinkled up her nose. "Not the crack house?"

Carl narrowed his eyes at his sister. "It was never a crack house."

"No," said Darien. "Just a welfare refuge, a delinquent hangout, and a garbage dump."

"Collier allowed the place to be trashed," admitted Carl, "but you’d be amazed at how those girls have fixed it up."

"A little paint doesn’t change a decrepit house like that for long. I’m sure it’s structurally unsound." Darien cut himself a piece of chicken, but continued talking before eating it. "And now she's collected a group of misfits to live there with her. The old hippie is still squatting in the shed, there’s a girl on a damn noisy motor bike, and some other floozy with a dented Toyota."

"Oh, I’ve seen it," said Lina. "It looks like a tin can."

Carl put his fork down, rested his elbows on the table, and leaned forward, glaring. "Have you even bothered to get to know them? How can you make those types of judgements just because they don’t have the kind of money you do to be able to afford new cars or rebuild houses? Why should she be a floozy just because of the car she drives?"

"The bleached blonde hair and the tacky clothes say it all," said Lina.

"For your information, her name is Joy, and not only is she incredibly beautiful, she’s the kindest, most positive person I’ve ever met."

"Sorry - bad choice of words," said Darien. "But tell me, what’s her profession? Or is she on the dole?"

"Or does she waitress at the pub?" asked Lina, with a smirk at Darien.

He ignored her and looked at Carl.

"If I didn’t know that you really are astute, caring, and liberal minded, I’d think you were one hell of a jerk." Carl pushed his plate away. "You’ve got to get over this mental block about that place and anyone involved with it."

Darien reached out and patted Carl’s shoulder. "You’re right. I’m being irrational. I had a tough day and I’m taking it out on them. Calm down and eat your supper and tell me all about her. I can see light of love shining in your eyes."

Lina snorted.

"She’s a cashier at Super Store," Carl said. "I know that doesn’t sound like much, but she’s very creative and does crafts and she makes great tea."

"Tea, eh?" said Darien with a wink.

"And she has the most amazing blue eyes . . ." Carl drifted off, a dreamy look on his face.

"What about the biker chick?" asked Lina. "Really, I don’t know what kind of a mother that . . . what’s her name? Elaine? I mean she has a kid and she’s not married and then she has all those girls living there, and the old transient in the shack out back. What kind of an environment is that for a child?"

"What do you know about being a mother?" Darien shot at her.

Lina looked at Darien in surprise. "Where did that come from?"

As his thinking had been on similar lines as what Lina had just said, he wondered the same thing himself. Must be that the idea of being on the same wavelength as Lina bothered him. He concentrated on his baked potato and didn’t answer her.

"Her name is Elana, and she’s very nice, Lina," said Carl. "I met her kid and she’s done a great job with him. It’s not easy being a single parent – I think she’s been divorced for quite a few years and had to raise him mostly on her own. And the biker chick, as you call her, is friendly, has a good sense of humour, and no visible tattoos or weird body piercings. They are all normal, down to earth people, and I don’t care what either of you think, but I’m going to keep visiting them."

"Of course you are," said Lina. "You’re in loooove."

"Justie is coming home for Thanksgiving," said Darien, thinking it was about time the subject changed. "She’s planning on moving back here for good and giving riding lessons again."

"Really?" said Lina. "That would be so wonderful. She’s the best teacher you’ve ever had. And maybe she could help me out by judging the equestrian events in the spring. You must miss her so much – I know I do. It’s been hard on you to have your little sister so far away."

"It’s not like Victoria is on the moon, Lina," said Carl.

Darien laughed, glad to see his friend’s good humour restored. He was also relieved that they were no longer talking about Elana. It had been too tempting to ask questions . . . the less he knew about her the better. He had a book to write and he wasn’t about to let her image take over his novel. Why she had left such a strong impression, he hadn’t a clue – he’d only actually interacted with her twice. He knew that when he was writing his mind became very receptive to the most surprising stimuli. Sometimes it impeded the process, other times it was an amazing creative catalyst. This time he wasn’t prepared to explore the phenomenon, either way.

~

Elana dumped the full wheelbarrow and then arched and stretched, rubbing the small of her back. She had to get used to strenuous physical labour again, and cleaning out the greenhouses was more arduous than anything she’d ever done at her old job. She was only half way through her first week and it was already killing her. It wasn’t just the blisters on her hands and her aching muscles, but the mindlessness of the tasks. Picking rocks, pulling weeds, sifting through assorted junk. Sam had been at it for a while already and had set up a system. There was a pile for compostable materials, another for rocks, a burning pile, one for recyclables, reusables, and things that needed to go to the dump. All the piles were growing at quite an alarming rate. He assured her that it wouldn’t be long before the ban on burning was lifted and also that he would build that new fire as far away from Stewart Stables as possible, closer to the other boundary line. Dennis had arranged to come the following Sunday to remove the recyclables and the useless garbage.

Every morning was a mad dash to get Cody off to school, then Elana would return to a quick breakfast of her own. After that she worked without a break until it was time to pick him up again. She ate her lunch while he had his afternoon snack, then she went back out to work while he played around the greenhouses or explored the property. Either Chandra or Joy cooked supper depending on their shifts. After supper they all chatted for a bit while Elana supervised homework. Later she played games with Cody, or read to him until bedtime. She went to bed at the same time as her son, bone tired, and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Giving a small groan, Elana rubbed her back again and pushed the wheelbarrow along the path to the greenhouse she was clearing out. She dumped out plastic pots that had shrivelled up plants in them. The pots were so old and brittle that very few of them were worth keeping. She stacked them in one corner as she concentrated on filling her barrow with the dead plants and dried-out soil. At least none of it was heavy. It was just the bending that was bothersome.

Sam entered the greenhouse and called out to her. "Fancy a change of scene?"

She looked over to him and smiled. "Are you offering a trip to a beach on Maui?"

"Nothing near so good. I was wondering if you wanted to make blackberry jam. They’re falling off the bushes and I can’t keep up with them."

Elana thought of the tasty pies Chandra had baked with the last bucket he had brought her. His donations were making a great difference to her food budget what with the berries, apples, tomatoes, and squash he was always providing. "I’ve never made jam, and I don’t have any of the stuff I would need, like pots and jars and things."

"Don’t worry about anything. I always make jam every year and sell it at the roadside stand. With all the greenhouse work I haven’t had time to do it this year. I’ll bring everything up to the house and all you’ll have to do is cook it. I’ve been picking berries all morning."

"But I don’t know how to make jam."

"Nothing easier. I’ll bring you some recipes and show you how it’s done. When you go to get Cody from school you could run by Super Store and get a couple of twenty kilo sacks of sugar."

Elana set her wheelbarrow aside with a sigh of relief. She carried two full buckets of blackberries up to the house and then washed her hands and waited for Sam. He was along very soon and when they had the first batch of jam bubbling on the stove he explained how to sterilise the jars and lids and showed her a few other recipes.

"I’ll bring you some apples too. Blackberry and apple is great – these apples have lots of pectin – that’s what sets the jam – and here’s one for jelly and another for apple butter."

The rest of the week was spent preserving fruit. Elana made a few different types of jellies: blackberry, spiced apple, and crab apple, as well as the jams. When Chandra and Joy were around they took part in the activity too. Even Cody did his bit, either helping Sam collect fruit or measuring ingredients in the kitchen. They completely filled an entire counter with jar upon jar of gleaming burgundy and amber preserves, which instilled in both Cody and Elana an inordinate feeling of pride. In no time they were running out of room to put them all. On Saturday Cody excitedly stocked the little stand down by the road while Sam put out the bright new sign that Joy had painted for them.

Business was good as somehow most of Sam’s regular customers got wind that the jam was ready. Cody enjoyed rolling the jars in newspaper and packing them into bags for the people. In the afternoon Elana came down to see how they were making out. She decided to relieve Sam and sent Cody off to play because it was too nice of a day for him to be cooped up in the stand the whole time. The first hour she was there saw a lot of business, but soon she was able to settle down and read the book that she had brought. At the sound of a car’s horn she raised her head. There was a silver BMW idling in the street. It was very familiar – she had seen it coming in and out of Stewart Stables on quite a few occasions as she was driving by. The driver waved to her to come to the car. She was surprised because most people had parked and walked over to the stand, but she resigned herself that it wasn’t about to happen in this case, and so went up to the road to see what the woman wanted.

"May I help you?"

The woman’s hair was died a coppery red, and spiked stylishly with mousse. She waved a skinny arm towards the stand. "How very quaint! You’re like a child with a lemonade stand. It is all just too cute."

Elana could not see her eyes because of the reflective lenses of the sunglasses she wore, but her attitude was one of condescension, not humour. "Actually, it’s jam." Her voice was just barely polite.

"Jam," the woman said, as if it was something unheard of. "Can you actually make a living selling jam by the side of the road?"

"It is not my intention to make my living this way, but if you think of it, all this fruit would have gone to waste if we didn’t make the jam, and all the people that have come to buy it would have been disappointed."

"You actually have customers?"

"It has been hard to keep up with the demand." Elana turned to go. She had no interest in being belittled by the roadside, and breathing in the noxious exhaust fumes at the same time.

"Ah . . . well . . . I see. But isn’t jam so very unhealthy with all that sugar and all those other terrible ingredients in it?"

"Oh – you mean the blackberries and the apples?" She did nothing to hide the sarcasm in her voice.

The woman chose to ignore the remark and instead said, "I would buy some if you had a sugarless variety. I’m very health conscious and community spirited. I support all the local charities. Do you make it with artificial sweeteners?"

Elana pulled a pad and pencil out of her pocket and smiled sweetly. "We seem to be all out of the diet jam that we make with that lovely aspartame that causes cancer in lab rats, but I can take your order for our next batch. How many jars would you like?"

The woman put her car into gear and sped off. Elana stalked back to the stand. She shouldn’t have reacted so strongly, but she had to admit that it had hurt to be compared with a child and a lemonade stand, and to be referred to as a charity case. As if all the work she was doing was childish and futile. As if she was a fool to even think she stood a chance of making a living from her greenhouse business. She saw the woman pull a quick U-turn down the road and then speed past her, sending a cloud of dust flying. Barely braking, the BMW turned and tore up the driveway to the stables. Elana suddenly had the idea that the woman might just be Darien Stewart’s wife or girlfriend, and the notion of him being stuck with a witch like that brought a smile to her face. 

Chapter Six

September slid into October but Elana barely noticed. All she could think of was her sore back, her aching muscles, and her bed. The air mattress was not giving her the support that she needed. She had vowed she would wait for the perfect bed, but she hadn’t even had time to look in more stores or check in the Buy and Sell. Her weekend had been completely taken up with work and the next weekend was Thanksgiving. Sam had all kinds of ideas about selling pumpkin pies and gourds from the roadside stand. Chandra offered to share her secret recipe for crust, so Sunday evening was lesson night.

"We can make up a few batches and freeze them, and then on Friday you just have to prepare all the filling," said Chandra.

"I can’t believe Sam did all this by himself last year with only that wood stove of his." Elana busied herself cutting the butter into the flour.

"Remember, he wasn’t doing anything else."

"Right," she said, rubbing her back.

"You’ve severely got to do something about that bed," said Chandra. "Have you tried the little store just across the bridge in Courtney?"

"Which bridge?"

"After you drive past the pool and the skate park."

"Is it an antique store?"

"Well . . . it’s really more of a curio shop, but you can’t believe the stuff that lady has – and she’s like Madame Zonda or something – you expect her to pull out a crystal ball or read your tea leaves. She’s too much – really."

Elana pushed her hair from her eyes with the back of her hand, lightly dusting her forehead with flour. "Cody has his first soccer practice tomorrow after school. I’ll go take a look while he’s at the park – that’s the same one that has the soccer fields, right?"

The next day after school Cody was eagerly awaiting his mother at the school fence.

"Mom! We don’t need to go buy soccer shoes. Bryce says his dad is bringing a few used pairs for me to try on – and he’s got extra shin pads too." Cody gave her a big hug. "So that means we can go straight to the soccer field and I won’t be late."

"No, you’ll be early instead you silly noodle. Excited, eh?" Elana said as she rubbed the top of his head fluffing his hair into unruly curls.

"Bryce says I’m really good for someone who’s never played for a league before, but I want to practice a bit before the rest of the team comes."

"I’ve got your ball in the car. Let’s go."

As they drove the short distance to town, Elana reflected on how glad she was that Cody had settled in at his school so easily and had made a few close friends already. When he had come home begging to join Bryce’s soccer team, she’d agreed readily and dialled the phone number Bryce had given him. The season had already started, but she was able to get Cody in on a late registration. It paid to know the right people – Bryce’s dad was not only the coach but he was the division co-ordinator and the league registrar.

Elana parked beside the community centre and then went out on the field with Cody as he ran about with his ball and took practice shots at the goal. About fifteen minutes later a man with a huge bag of balls approached her, and the two boys with him went running off to join Cody.

"You must be Cody’s mom," he said, holding out his hand. "I’m Coach Jerry."

"I’m Elana Barnes," she said, "but just call me Elana. I brought all the stuff you asked for, the checks and a copy of his birth certificate."

"Excellent," he said, "And I brought these." He waved some shoes he was holding by the laces.

"That’s so kind of you."

"Well, I hope they fit," he said. "Are you staying for the practice?"

"No, I’m going to walk to the shops."

The coach called Cody over to try on the shoes and Elana, after ensuring that Cody was feeling comfortable in this new situation, walked across the field in the direction of the bridge. Normally she would have spent some time gazing over the parapet at the smoothly running water, but she felt an urging of excitement at the idea of possibly finding a bed like she had envisioned. The block of stores that led away from the bridge was old and dingy. She almost passed the curio shop, thinking that it must have been the next block that Chandra had meant, but a flash of deep red caught her eye.

There, through the dusty window, a beautiful small carpet was laid out. The red was rich and dark, with traditional designs in black and white and a lighter shade of red. As she looked at it, she no longer saw the window of the grimy shop, but the hardwood of her living room floor, her dark green couch, and the oak coffee table. A little bell rang over the door as she walked in. A tiny grey-haired lady materialised from behind a curtain in the back.

"I’ve just made tea," she said. She tilted her head to one side, which only added to her bird-like quality. "You are interested in the rug."

It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Despite her look of fragility the woman’s voice was strong and sure.

"How did you know?" asked Elana.

"I have had it in my back room for weeks. This morning I felt an urge to place it in the window. I knew someone like you would come and claim it – someone who knows what she wants."

"I was really looking for something else, but I did want a carpet."

"Of course you did. Let me tell you a little about its history while we drink our tea." She motioned to a delicate round mahogany table with a Chinese teapot on it. "Jasmine," she said as she poured it into fine tea-bowls.

Elana bemusedly sat and thanked her, sipping the tea, her hands cupped around the china.

"It is a Middle Eastern prayer rug. The family who owned it bought it thirty years ago from a travelling trader in Malaysia." She went on to speak of the wool, the number of knots per square inch, and the significance of the various designs incorporated to make up the pattern of the rug. "Though all of this is to your liking I have a feeling that something is bothering you, causing indecision."

Elana nodded. "I can’t help but think of the small child who tied all those knots. It is a beautiful thing, but it was created out of servitude. I’ve heard of the terrible conditions the children worked in and the long hours."

"All this is true. I believe you are one of the rare people who can see the child’s soul in his creation, but I must give you two things to ponder. The first is harsh. Without this occupation would the child’s future have been any better? I do not know the answer to that question. Now we can do something to help abolish this kind of slavery, but this rug was made long ago, and whether you buy it or not, it will not change the history of the making of it. Stay. Take the time to decide. You must be happy with your possession."

Elana sat and drank her tea. She looked about the room. There was a bizarre mixture of furniture, ornaments, and china. Clocks, vases, statuettes, and chess sets covered every surface and filled cabinets. She felt an odd sense of peace amid all the clutter. She sat back and allowed her mind to empty, and when it was clear opened it to the carpet lying in soft, glowing richness between an umbrella stand and a baroque mirror. What came into her mind was that she, of all the people who had ever owned the carpet, would see the child and not forget him. She would hold the suffering within the warmth of her heart and cherish the gift of beauty it had wrought.

As she turned to voice her decision, she noticed a bookshelf against one wall. It was golden oak, low, with deep, worn shelves, an assortment of battered books lying haphazardly in it.

"Is the bookshelf for sale?"

"It is if you want to buy it."

"Yes, I would like to, and the carpet too, but I don’t have much money to spend."

"I will give you a price that will work for you. The true value of something is not monetary, but what the object means to the owner. These things mean more to you than they do to me, or the next person who might come into the store. If they should be yours it is only right that they are affordable." The lady smiled at her and patted her hand. "When you came into the store you told me you were looking for something other than the carpet. What was that?"

Elana told her about the bed and bureau that she had such a clear vision of when awakening upon her first morning in her new bedroom. The lady promised to call her if she ever came across anything remotely resembling the description. Elana gave the lady her phone number, paid for the carpet and bookshelf, and explained that she had to walk back to the park for her car but would return for the items as soon as she could.

When she got out onto the sidewalk she suddenly became aware of how long she had actually been in the shop. She sprinted over the bridge and into the park, relieved to see the children were still running about the field after the ball. When she arrived to the sidelines the coach blew his whistle and the kids all huddled around him. One of the mothers leaned over to Elana and said, "I can see you are used to coaches. They never end practices on time – if I was smarter I’d have come fifteen minutes late too."

Elana smiled and shook her head, stating that she was ignorant of coaches’ habits but thankful for them because she truly was late. Cody came rushing off the field and flung himself upon Elana. "That was the most fun ever! Thanks for registering me mom."

"He’s a natural," said the coach as he passed them, his ball bag slung over his shoulder. "He’s going to be a real asset to the team. Now, don’t forget to practice your dribbling, Cody. See you on Wednesday!"

Elana kissed Cody’s forehead. "C’mon. We’d better hurry. I didn’t find a bed in that store I went to but I bought something else and I can’t wait to get it into our living room."

Cody liked her purchases but was more interested in telling Elana everything he had done in the practice, down to the minutest detail. It didn’t take Elana long to realise that she was going to learn almost as much about soccer as her son.

"You’ll come to my game on Saturday, won’t you mom?" he said for probably the third time as they carried the bookshelf into the living room together.

"I wouldn’t miss it for the world, honey," Elana said, as they placed the bookshelf against the wall. She stood back and appraised it, then moved it over a foot.

"Nice bed!" said Chandra appreciatively.

"I didn’t find a bed," said Elana, "but wait until you see the carpet I bought."

"Chandra, can you come to my soccer game on Saturday?" asked Cody, dancing around her.

"Slow down, you maniac," she said. "What time is it at?"

"Ummm . . . ten o’clock, right mom?"

"Right, hon."

"Dunno, buster," said Chandra. "I’ll check my schedule. Hope I’m not on breakfast shift, because if you play soccer as well as you can dance, that’s gotta be a sight to see."

"Where’s Joy? Is she home?" asked Cody.

"She’s working."

"Then I’m going to go ask Sam – can I mom?"

"Sure Cody, anything that will get rid of your steam." When he ran out the back door she looked at Chandra. "Who knew soccer practice would give him even more energy? I thought it would tire him out."

"Go get your carpet already, girl. I’m dying to see it and to hear if Madame Zonda and you had a séance."

When Cody came back he found his mom lying on the carpet staring up at the ceiling.

"Shh, she’s meditating," said Chandra with a grin.

"I am not," said Elana, rolling over and sitting up. "Look Cody – isn’t it perfect?"

"Yes mom. Do you think Smeagol will like it?"

"Don’t tell me!" she said, but he didn’t have to. Cody’s eyes were shining even more than they had been before.

Sam walked in from the kitchen. "I’ve put the litter box in the laundry room if that’s okay with you, Elana, and there’s a bag of food on the counter." He handed the kitten over to Cody. "Here ya go. Let the little guy get used to his new house."

Cody held the tiny kitten close and stroked his head. Soon Smeagol had crawled up to sit on his shoulder. "Will he miss Twilight?"

"You just keep him company all evening and he’ll be fine," said Sam.

"Thanks for everything, Sam," said Elana and then she suddenly jumped up. "I’d better stop daydreaming and get supper cooked! You want to stay, Sam?"

"Thanks, but I’ve got stew ready at home. I’ll see you tomorrow."

Chandra followed Elana into the kitchen and soon they were cutting up vegetables and frying strips of chicken. Cody sat on the carpet and placed Smeagol beside him. The little grey kitten sniffed and walked forward tentatively, then skittered back to Cody’s lap. Each time Cody placed him down again he ventured a little further. Soon he was scampering about the room and almost got stuck under the couch twice, only Cody managed to drag him out. Half an hour later Elana came into the living room to say that supper was ready. Both Cody and the kitten were curled up on the rug fast asleep.

~

On Tuesday afternoon Darien gave up all attempts at writing. The chapter was dragging. In the end he’d let Lanea have her way; her eyes were hazel, her hair was an unruly tangle of dark curls, she was defiant and persistent. And obstinate, which was his main problem now. She was insisting on facing the Thregols when she was unprepared and had no idea what she was getting into. He hadn’t a clue how he would get her out of the mess she was heading for. He closed all his windows and put his computer on standby, then headed down to the stables. He needed to check the west fence anyway, so he may as well go for a ride.

Phantom was a horse that never got spooked, so when he stopped short by a stand of trees Darien wondered what was up. He patted the horse’s neck to calm him, and then dismounted. Phantom did not seem so much disturbed as interested, and Darien moved aside a low hanging branch of Douglas fir to see what had caught the horse’s attention. There was a boy under the tree, close up against the trunk.

"Hi." Darien did a swift appraisal. The boy’s hair was dark, a trifle long with loose curls falling on his forehead. He had a face like a pixie, and his wide-open eyes were unmistakably hazel. He was wearing a striped t-shirt and old blue jeans with torn knees.

"Hi."

"Are you going to come out? My horse wants to meet you."

"Am I on . . . is this your property, mister?"

"Yes. How did you get here?"

"You’re not mad?"

"No. You’re not doing anything wrong, only . . . does your mom know where you are?"

"I didn’t mean to leave my yard – I just wanted to explore it to the end. There’s a hole in the fence."

"Holes are always irresistible."

The boy smiled. "Did you go through holes in fences when you were a kid?"

"Worse. I climbed over perfectly good ones."

This time the boy laughed.

"I think we should get you home to your mom." Darien held his hand out and the boy took it and came out from under the tree.

"Are you still mad at my mom?"

"What . . . oh – you mean about the fire. No. I kind of got carried away that day. Sorry."

"That’s okay. What’s your horse’s name?" The boy reached up and nuzzled the animal’s velvety nose.

"Phantom. Would you like to ride him?"

"I’ve never ridden a horse before."

"It’s easy. I’ll be leading him. You aren’t frightened are you?"

"No."

"Do you think your mom would mind? Phantom is very good with children or I wouldn’t have suggested it."

"I don’t think she’ll mind."

"Okay. Come here – I’ll have to toss you up." When Darien had him in the saddle he smiled up at him and said, "What’s your name?"

"Cody."

"So, how does it feel to be up there, Cody?"

"Great!"

"Just hang on to the saddle horn and we’ll get going."

Darien led the horse along to the fence that divided the two properties and Cody showed him where the hole was. Then they followed it as closely as possible until they were behind the riding ring. The entire time they talked about Phantom and horse riding and cowboys.

When the house was in view Cody said, "I’ll just get off here and run through the trees."

"What about the fence?" asked Darien. "There’s no hole."

"Is it okay if I climb over?"

"I think that’s a better idea than going under."

Cody laughed again. "Thanks for giving me a ride on your horse."

"You’re welcome. If you ever want lessons, just let me know." Darien held his hand up in a half salute, half wave. As he watched Cody run off he smiled. What a nice kid – and did he ever look like his mom. He turned around and started leading Phantom to the stables. As he hung up all the tack and curried the horse, ideas for his story began swirling around in his mind. He still didn’t know how he’d get Lanea out of the trouble she was headed for, but he had a clearer idea of some of the happenings on her way into it.

~

Cody hopped off the top rail of the fence and walked through the trees. He was just about to run across the yard between the house and the greenhouses when he saw a sudden movement. At first he thought is was a dog, but then realised it was a goat. He crept up behind it and grabbed it about the neck before it could run off. He dragged it, twisting and turning, until he was almost at the back door.

"Mom! Mom! I caught a goat!"

Elana opened the door and stared out in disbelief. "Now where in heaven’s name did you find a goat?"

"Just here in the yard."

"We’ll have to get Sam. He might know where it came from."

They found Sam in the far greenhouse and when he saw the goat he laughed.

"That’s Jessabelle! She’s a rare old sneak, that one. Just give me a minute to get a rope and I’ll take her back over across the way."

The excitement with the goat drove everything else out of Cody’s mind. He spent the evening alternating between doing his homework and coming up with new and interesting reasons why they really needed to get a goat of their own. It wasn’t until he was lying in his bed on the edge of sleep that he realised he had forgotten to tell his mom that he’d met the next door neighbour and even ridden on his horse. He resolved to tell her in the morning – sleep was more important right at that moment. And in his dreams he rode a horse that looked like a goat all the way to the soccer field

Chapter Seven

All day Friday Elana baked pumpkins for the pie filling. They were going to spend the evening baking as many pies as they could. Sam intended to sell them Saturday morning from the roadside stand and regretfully told Cody he would have to miss his first soccer game. Cody was quite philosophical about it, telling Sam that there would be many more so it was okay if he missed one.

Pies started going in the oven as early as four o’clock. At four pies per batch, and about an hour and a quarter baking time, the eighth batch of pies was still in the oven at midnight. Elana was totally beat, and Cody had long since gone to bed with Smeagol curled up on his pillow beside him. Chandra was moving cooled pies to shelves in the laundry room, which stayed much colder than the rest of the house. The front door opened and Joy came in from her late shift. She threw herself on the couch and took a deep breath of the air fragrant with baking.

"I love pumpkin pies," she said.

"I’m not sure if I ever want to see another one," said Elana with a grin.

"You mean you won’t eat some on Sunday with our Thanksgiving dinner?" asked Joy.

"I’m sure I will."

"Speaking of the dinner, I did something you might be mad at me for."

"What could you do that would make me mad?"

"I invited someone without asking you."

"Don’t worry – there’ll be plenty of food – it’s just all of us and Sam. Who did you invite?"

Joy blushed. "Carl Bingham."

"What?" Elana sat up suddenly and looked at her. "Where did you see him?"

"He’s been in the store a few times since he came over here. He . . . um . . . joined me for my coffee break tonight."

Chandra had come into the living room by this time and sat beside Joy. "Planned or just a coincidence?"

"Well, he asked me when my break was earlier while he was shopping."

"You’ve been holding out on us, sugar!" Chandra gave her a poke in the ribs.

"I didn’t want to say anything until, well . . . you know . . . I knew he was interested."

"Elana and I knew he was interested the moment he saw you."

Joy blushed some more and giggled. "So is it okay if he comes for dinner?"

"He’s more than welcome, as long as he knows it’s not going to be very special," said Elana.

"He’ll hardly care if it’s Martha Stewart or not anyway," said Chandra. "We could give him Kraft Dinner and he’d be happy as long as Joy was by his side."

"Stop it!" said Joy, giving Chandra a friendly shove.

Elana got up to check the last batch of pies and take them out of the oven. Thirty-two pies. She hoped that Sam was right and he could sell them all. As much as she liked pumpkin pies the idea of eating thirty or so of them was a little daunting.

The next morning Cody and Elana had to be at the field by 10:30 for an eleven o’clock game. Cody was proudly sauntering about the house in his soccer uniform - royal blue shorts with a blue and white striped jersey. The day was bright and crisp so Elana, Joy, and Chandra dressed more warmly for standing around on the sidelines. Both girls had to leave the game early to be at work by noon so they were driving themselves in on time for the kick off. Elana managed to get Cody to sit still long enough to eat a plate of pancakes and then they were off.

When they arrived at the field the previous game had just ended and the boys all ran out to do their warm up exercises and then some dribbling and shooting drills. Elana was proud to see how adept Cody was after only two practices. There was a tall man on the field who she hadn’t seen before and when Cody came off just before game time, she asked him who he was.

"That’s the assistant coach."

"Does he have a boy on the team?"

"No – he used to be a pro. He’s awesome."

Joy and Chandra arrived and gave Cody high fives before he ran onto the field and took up his position in left mid.

"Why have I never come to these games before?" said Chandra emitting a low whistle. "Take a look at that!" She jerked her head to the right where the coaches were standing calling instructions out to the boys.

"He’s the assistant coach," said Elana. "Unless you were referring to the older one who’s balding."

"I’m referring to the stud that has all the mothers drooling. Don’t tell me he’s married."

"I have no idea – I’ve never met him. Cody did say he doesn’t have a kid on the team, but that doesn’t mean anything."

"Be still my heart!" said Chandra. "I don’t believe you haven’t gone and introduced yourself yet."

"He’s busy coaching," said Elana.

"That wouldn’t stop me," said Chandra.

The whistle blew and the game started. Elana knew less than nothing about soccer but she cheered and yelled encouragement to all the players on Cody’s team and became apprehensive whenever the opposing team gained possession of the ball. She didn’t understand when the whistles blew for fouls, or why sometimes the boys were allowed to throw the ball in or at other times a kick was taken from the corner of the field, but when Cody passed the ball to a boy in front of him who shot and scored she understood well enough and cheered him heartily for his first assist.

At half time the game was tied 1-1, and the boys were all given a pep talk by the coaches as they ate sliced oranges. One of the mothers came up and introduced herself to Elana and put her name down on the orange list.

"You just cut up about a dozen oranges and bring them to the game," she explained.

Cody joined them full of excitement. "Did you see that when I stole the ball and passed it up to the forward and he scored? Did you see my slide check? Did you see when I got to do the throw in? Coach Colin said I did it really well because I remembered to drag my toe and brought the ball back over my head properly before I threw it – and I got it right to my man!"

"That was a great assist," said Elana.

"Awesome," said Joy.

Chandra nudged Elana and whispered in her ear. "Don’t look now, but he’s coming over."

"I hear one of you ladies is Cody’s mom," he said, holding his hand out. "I’m Colin Fox, the assistant coach."

"I’m Elana, his mom." Elana took Colin’s hand and shook it.

"I’m Chandra, his surrogate mom," said Chandra holding out her hand and smiling.

Colin shook her hand and Joy’s as well then turned back to Elana. "He’s really shaping up. We’re glad to have him on our team."

"Thanks."

"So, you’re new in the area?"

"Yes. I own some greenhouses on Haven Road."

"The ones beside Stewart Stables?"

"That’s right."

"Great. I know exactly where that is. Well, I’d better get back to the kids. Half time’s just about over. I’ll see you later." He smiled and walked away.

"My prayers are answered," said Chandra. "No ring."

"What do you mean?" asked Elana, confused.

"She checked him out for a wedding ring," Joy giggled.

"You are a madwoman," Elana said to Chandra.

"I’m not the one who practically drew him a map to my front door," said Chandra. "Though if it had been up to me I’d have invited him to dinner tomorrow while I was at."

"There’s still time. You can run over and ask him before the whistle blows."

"I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am. Anyway, I’m in total awe. I’m just going to stand here and replay the sound of his voice over and over in my head."

They all laughed and then the whistle blew and the game recommenced. It was a tightly fought battle. The saves on both sides were amazing, bringing on groans and gasps, depending on which team had stopped the ball. By the time Joy and Chandra had to leave the game was still tied. Cody was weaving through players, carrying the ball up the left side of the field and just about to pass when he was fouled hard from behind. He lay on the ground, winded, as the assistant coach ran onto the field and then limped off with Colin’s arm around his shoulders. Elana worried that he was hurt but knew better than to run over and embarrass him. Colin brought Cody right to Elana.

"He’ll probably have a few scrapes and bruises even through his shin guards," he said. And then he turned to Cody. "Just let me know when you feel up to it and I’ll put you back in the game."

"Thanks," said Elana. "Are you okay tiger?"

Cody was busy rolling down his sock and pulling back his shin guard to examine a nasty scrape. He nodded his head bravely and then pulled his sock back up and began cheering his team on. The free kick given to his team for the foul against him put the ball into great position. A shot was rebounded, passed quickly to right forward and driven hard into the top corner of the goal. Cody jumped up and down and then ran back to his coach to see if he could enter the game again in the remaining few minutes.

Elana watched as Cody ran onto the field to replace an exhausted player and was relieved to see that he was barely limping. A man standing on the other side of the field caught her eye. Even from that distance she knew immediately who it was. There was just something about how he stood – the way he held his body – that told her it was Darien Stewart and she was at a loss as to why he was watching eight year olds play soccer. As far as she knew he had no children, but she had to admit that she knew little about him besides the fact that he was an arrogant self-righteous jerk. She turned her attention back to the game and cheered as Cody stole the ball from an opposing player and kicked it downfield. The referee checked his watch and blew three long blasts on his whistle signifying the end of the game. The boys all cheered then rushed to line up and shake hands with the opposition. As they came running off the field she noticed Darien Stewart walk out and speak with the assistant coach, Colin, and then pat him on the back and walk away over to the parking lot. She was still watching him, lost in thought, as he got into his truck and backed out of his parking stall.

"Mom! Mom! Earth to mom! Can you hear me?"

Elana shook herself and turned to Cody. "Sorry. I was just wondering what he was doing here."

"Who?"

"It’s not important. Congratulations buddy! Your game was wonderful."

"Thanks! The coach said the team we played was undefeated!"

"Now they’re not! They met their match today."

"Sure did!" Cody grabbed his mom’s hand and started retelling every play of the game as they walked back to the car. Colin Fox smiled and waved at them from across the lot as he got into a new black Thunderbird. Elana waved back and watched him as he drove out. She wondered about him and Darien Stewart. They were similar in height and build, and although Darien was decidedly the better looking of the two, Colin had the friendly personality that Darien lacked. If her neighbour had been more like the assistant coach, she might have found herself in some serious trouble, because then she would have had a hard time hating him.

~

After lunch, Elana allowed Cody to go down to the stand to help Sam while she began to bring some order to her kitchen in preparation for the big meal the next day. The turkey was in the laundry room sink thawing out, and Sam had brought a sack of freshly dug potatoes up to the porch in the morning. She checked that they had enough butter and bread, garlic and onions, wild rice, mushrooms, and herbs for the stuffing, then she got out her recipe for buttered yam and pecan casserole, and began preparing it.

~

Cody told Sam all about his game in between customers. After about an hour Sam said that most of the people he expected had been by and suggested they should close up shop, but Cody was enjoying being in charge of the booth and told Sam he’d look after it on his own to see if he could sell any of the half dozen pies still remaining. Twenty minutes later, Cody realised that Sam had been right. Not one car had even driven down the road let alone stopped to buy anything. Just standing in the booth was becoming quite boring. Cody helped himself to a slice of the sample pie and left the stand to sit under a tree and idly throw rocks into the ditch. A large dark blue truck drove up and he hurriedly stood and ran over to the roadside.

"Oh! It’s you," he said as a familiar tall figure climbed out.

"What’re you selling today?" asked Darien Stewart.

"Pumpkin pie. Do you want to try some? It’s really good, even without whipping cream."

"No jam? My sister really likes jam and I was hoping to buy her some."

"I could get you a jar from the house and bring it over to your place. Did you want blackberry or apple jelly?"

"Blackberry would be great, and I’ll taste your pie. Did you make it?"

"I helped a little, but it was mostly my mom and Chandra. Joy was at work." Cody served a piece of pie on a paper plate and found him a plastic fork.

Darien leaned against his truck and tasted the pie. "Delicious. Could I have two?"

"Sure!" cried Cody and carried them out to the truck carefully, one at a time. "I knew you would like it."

"You tell your mom she’s a good cook," he said as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

"The pies are eight dollars each, but you get two for fifteen."

"That’s a deal. And how about the jam?"

"It’s four dollars a jar."

He gave Cody a twenty. "You keep the change as a delivery charge for the jam. Bring it up to my house whenever you have the time. I’ll see you later. And don’t forget to ask your mom about riding lessons."

"I won’t," said Cody who just realised he had not yet even said a word to his mom about meeting Mr. Stewart and having a ride on his horse the other day.

"By the way, I caught the end of your soccer game. I never knew you played – you looked good out there. I saw you get taken down hard too, how’s your leg?"

"A bit scraped but it’s okay."

"Good man!" He gave Cody his empty plate and then waved as he got into his truck and backed up to his own driveway.

It wasn’t long after Darien had left before Elana came down to see how Cody was doing. He was just about to tell her about his big sale when a silver BMW drove up. A lady with spiky red hair lowered her window and looked over at them impatiently.

"Not again," said Elana under her breath as she went up to see what the stick woman wanted. Cody followed her.

"What are you selling today in your cute little stand?" she asked.

"Pumpkin pies," said Cody.

"They are amazingly fattening," said Elana. "They are full of cream and eggs and brown sugar and maple syrup. If I’d known you were coming I’d have made some with just pumpkin and artificial sweetener. You should have pre-ordered."

"Do you really think I would buy anything from your roadside stand? I only stopped to warn you that we’re not going to allow this kind of thing to continue. Do you have a business licence? Has the board of health inspected your kitchen? Darien will report you – I can guarantee it. There is no way he’ll stand for the sort of gross violations you are involved in. And putting your child to work too – there are child labour laws you know." She didn’t wait for a reply but put her car in gear and drove off, tires spinning on the loose gravel.

"What business is it of his?" cried Elana. "How could he?"

"I don’t think Mr. Stewart would . . ." began Cody.

"I wouldn’t put it past him," said Elana. "Just be glad you don’t know him – he’s not a nice man."

"But . . . he . . ."

"No, Cody," said Elana severely. "It’s better that I don’t talk about it now. I’d be sure to say something I’d regret later. Let’s just forget about him and take the pies back to the house. How many are left?"

"Four," said Cody quietly, not used to seeing his mom so angry. "I sold two."

"You are such a sweetie, and I love you," she said, giving him a hug. "I’m sorry I got upset. I’m not mad at you, you know."

"I know mom, but I think . . ."

"Shhh. Let’s not worry about those people again. We have to live next door to them, but we don’t have to like them."

"But . . ."

"No buts, honey. Let’s just have a good day. I’ll put the pies into boxes and you take down the sign."

~

Later Cody went into the kitchen cupboard and found the biggest jar of blackberry jam he could. He put it into a bag and slipped out the back door. Now was not a good time to tell his mom about it, but he had promised Mr. Stewart and been paid for the jam, so he had to deliver it. At bedtime, when she was no longer upset, he’d tell his mom. He hoped he wouldn’t forget this time.

Chapter Eight

Darien Stewart’s house was much bigger than Cody had expected. He had only seen the gabled roof rising up from the trees at a distance, but now he found himself in a well-manicured garden with big, lush shrubs. The house was white with green trim and a wrap-around porch. He ran along a pathway that followed the perimeter to a set of stairs and a door that appeared to lead to the kitchen. He hesitated and then knocked lightly, and again, a bit more loudly. A young woman opened the door and smiled at him.

"Hi there."

"I brought this jam that Mr. Stewart bought."

"Thanks. I’ll see that he gets it," she said as she held out her hand. "Do you need any money for it?"

"No – he already paid me," said Cody returning her smile. He turned and quickly ran back the way he had come as she stood and watched him.

~

Justie placed the jar of jam on the kitchen table and was about to look for Darien when he walked into the room.

"A cute little boy just dropped this off," she said, indicating the jar.

"Is he gone already? I was hoping to see him."

"He looked like he was in a hurry to go." She eyed her brother suspiciously. "Is he a friend of yours? A new riding student? Or is he selling jam for a Cub fundraiser?"

"He’s our next door neighbour. I actually bought that jam from him as a present for you, and two delicious pumpkin pies as well."

"Doesn’t Mrs. Renton always make us pies for Thanksgiving?"

"Yes, but I couldn’t resist his sales pitch. Besides, he was giving out samples. Don’t tell Mrs. R., but as good as her pies are they just don’t measure up."

"Really?" There was a glint in Justie’s eyes. "Maybe we should just eat them before she finds out they exist – we don’t want her feelings hurt. Got any whipping cream?"

"Silly question."

"Right. Shall we heat the pies or eat them cold?"

"We’re going to eat both of them now, by ourselves?"

"It’s called hiding the evidence."

"Mrs. R. won’t be here till Monday – we can save one for tomorrow."

"Okay, but if Lina and Carl come in and want some, don’t expect me to share my half."

"How you manage to stay so skinny the way you eat, I’ll never know."

"You can talk! I’ll whip the cream if you put the pie in the oven."

"So you want it hot, then?" said Darien as he went over to the oven and pressed the buttons. "It’ll take longer."

"I’m prepared to wait," said Justie. "After all, I’ve got this jam to test." She got a loaf of bread out of the cupboard. "You having some too?" At his nod she put two slices in the toaster. "Just like old times." She smiled and pulled herself up to sit on the counter.

"I’ve missed having you around. I’m glad you’re back, even if it was because things didn’t work out for you."

"Water under the bridge. I never should’ve left. I can see that now – but hindsight is always 20/20, isn’t it? Trust me, I’ll meet some new guy and get just as blinded. How about you? Anyone interesting in your life, or just your stalker?"

"Lina’s not that bad, and she’s doing an amazing job with all the equestrian events. You know I can’t be bothered with that end of the business."

"You’re avoiding my question."

"Sorry to disappoint you – my life is as boring as ever."

Just then the toast popped and Justie reached for the butter as Darien got two plates out. She spread both pieces thickly with the jam.

"Blackberry! It’s heavenly. You just don’t get this in the city." She took another huge bite and closed her eyes as she savoured it. "Don’t tell me that little boy made this."

"I think his mom did," said Darien in an off-hand way.

"So, what’s the story there?"

He let out a huge sigh. "She’s not selling the place. Thinks she can clean it up and make it operational."

"She?" Justie looked at him intently.

"Cody’s mom. She’s divorced or something. She’s trying to rebuild the business with just the help of that old hippie who’s been living there. Selling jam and pies. Labouring out there in those ramshackle greenhouses from morning till night, with nothing to show for it. I’ve got to hand it to her – she’s determined as hell but it’s a losing battle. I don’t know what she knows about business but that place is going to kill her."

"I thought you said there was no one interesting in your life right now?"

"What? You’re way off base, Justie. I’ve barely spoken to her, except to tell her off. I think what she’s doing is pointless – she should take my money and run. I’m offering way more than that place is really worth, you know. I just want to get rid of it." He finished his toast and licked his fingers. "She does make good jam, though. Hey, aren’t you supposed to be whipping the cream?"

"Yes," she said as she got out the mixer. "So, what’s her name?"

"Whose name?"

"The little boy’s mom. The one that’s got you so riled. The one who’s not interesting and not in your life."

"Her name’s Elana, and she’s definitely not in my life."

"I believe you," said Justie, smirking.

They were sitting and eating their pie when Lina tapped at the back door. Justie sighed and gave Darien an ‘I told you so’ look.

"Justie darling!" cried Lina as she burst through the door without waiting for either of them to open it. "How are you? I thought you’d been resting from your trip."

"It’s only a three and a half hour drive on the best road in BC. My Cabrio loved it."

"So you’re back to stay!" She gave Justie a look of deep pity and then continued, attempting to suffuse her voice with empathy. "You poor thing. Don’t worry – I’ll take you out to the best parties and introduce you to some really great guys. It’s like falling off a horse; you have to jump right back on."

"Thanks Lina, but I’m fine. I can’t wait to get back into teaching lessons again."

"I’ve been telling everybody. They are just so excited!"

Lina sat down and began to fill Justie in about her plans for the next meet, and the many social obligations that she had. Darien got another plate and served her a piece of pie, making sure that it was from his half because Justie’s eagle eyes were on him.

"Oh, thank you, Darien," Lina said, turning a flashing smile on him. "I have to tell you about the run in I had earlier today with that hippie who lives next door."

"Sam? He’s an inoffensive old guy. What did he do to bother you?"

"Not him! I wouldn’t be caught dead talking to him. I mean her. Elaine. Remember I told you what she said to me about the jam? That she makes it with stuff that causes cancer in rats? Well, today she was down there in her tacky little stand selling pies, like a little kid. Pathetic. And she came on to me all smart-ass saying that they were full of ingredients that would make me fat and that she would have made some diet pies for me if she knew I wanted some." She took a forkful of her pie and then continued. "As if I’d eat some stinking pie she’d cooked."

"Of course you wouldn’t," said Darien levelly as Justie almost choked in an attempt not to laugh.

"Mrs. R. makes the best pie," said Lina as she finished another mouthful. "Don’t forget to tell her how much I enjoyed it."

"I’ll make a point of it."

"Anyway, I let Elaine have it. I told her you’d call the board of health and have them send inspectors out, and I said you’d report her for not having a business licence. Really, what does she think she is, having that stupid little roadside stand there so close to our place?"

"What gave you the right to tell her I was going to report her?" Darien’s voice had become cold and hard and the laughter had gone from his face.

"Of course you will. She has to be stopped. She’s going to give Stewart Stables a bad name, setting up her airy-fairy business next door. It’s bad enough the trash she has living there, but this is totally unacceptable. Mrs Burke-Lewsen was complaining just the other day about having to drive behind that rusty Volvo as it belched exhaust on her Lexus all the way up Haven Road. You have to do something."

"When I think I have to do something, I will. I don’t want you speaking for me, and I certainly don’t want you telling me what I have to do."

"Darien, sweetheart, I’m not telling you what to do. I’m just giving you some good advice from a business standpoint. Maybe I went overboard a bit, but really! You wouldn’t have taken that nonsense from her yourself!"

"Who has been giving you nonsense, Lina?" asked Carl as he walked into the room. He looked over at Darien. "I rang the doorbell but no one answered, so I let myself in. Figured you’d be in here."

"Oh, you wouldn’t care, Carl," answered Lina. "You like those people."

"If you’re talking about Elana and Joy and Chandra, then you’re right. I do like them and I’m having Thanksgiving dinner with them tomorrow."

"If you want a preview," said Darien, "how about some pumpkin pie? Elana made it. I bought two pies from Cody at the stand today."

The look on Lina’s face was so priceless that it was all Justie could do to stop herself from laughing out loud. She didn’t even comment when Carl cut a large piece from her side of the pie.

Lina turned to her brother and, with less control than she’d used earlier, repeated her entire conversation with Elana leaving no doubt as to her feelings.

~

As he was being tucked into bed, Cody suddenly remembered that he had something important to tell his mother.

"Mom, you know those two pies I sold today?"

"Yes sweetie, that was just great," said Elana as she sat on the bed and brushed his hair back from his forehead.

"Well, the person who bought them was Mr. Stewart."

"What?" asked Elana in surprise. She began to feel the resentment from earlier in the day rise again. "What’s he doing buying my pies? Planning on taking them in for analysis?"

"Mom, I don’t think he’d do that. He’s nice. He told me to tell you that you’re a good cook."

"He said that? He tasted the pie?"

"I was giving out samples. He really liked it."

"Well, I’m sorry honey, but I don’t trust him. You know what his girlfriend said – that he was going to report me."

"Is that scary lady really his girlfriend?"

"Probably. She’s always over there and he deserves her. Anyway, don’t worry about it. I’m proud of you selling the pies regardless of who bought them." She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "Have a sweet night. Don’t let the bedbugs bite."

Cody put his arms around her neck and hugged her. "I put all the bedbugs in your bed," he teased. This wasn’t the right time to tell her about the jam or ask about riding lessons. He didn’t really understand why she’d been so upset earlier and why she didn’t like Mr. Stewart, but he knew it had something to do with the time he’d yelled at her about the fire. Cody had to admit to having been sort of scared that day himself, but when he’d met Mr. Stewart again the man was friendly. He didn’t like to see his mom worried; she worked so hard all the time and he wanted her to be happy. When she got to know Mr. Stewart better she’d see that he was nice – the thing would be for them to talk to each other without getting mad. That stick lady with the weird hair was just causing problems.

~

Thanksgiving dinner was a united effort. Sam and Cody decorated the table with a basket spilling over with red and yellow maple leaves, decorative gourds, and Indian corn. The three girls worked on the feast together and Joy also made a special effort in getting the house to look just perfect. By 5:30 she was very obviously nervous, fiddling with the place settings and napkin holders and plumping up the throw pillows on the couch for the umpteenth time. When the doorbell rang she rushed into the kitchen and urged Cody to go and open the door.

"But you were just in the living room," said Cody as Chandra and Elana snickered at Joy. He ran to get the door anyway while Joy tried to convince one of the other girls to join her in the living room.

"I’m still making the gravy," Elana said.

"Have to drain the Brussels sprouts," said Chandra. "Very serious business. Get in there – you’re the one he wants to see."

Joy went into the living room to see Cody introducing Carl Bingham to Smeagol. Carl looked up and smiled and the kitten in his arms was forgotten until it climbed up his sweater to perch on his shoulder.

Joy reached for the kitten. "I hope he’s not being a pest," she said.

"Not at all."

He bent his head forward as Smeagol crawled around the back of his neck, out of the way of Joy’s hand. She reached with her other hand to get the kitten as he made his way onto Carl’s shoulder, but suddenly stopped when she realised she almost had her arms around his neck. They both giggled and then Carl reached up and plucked the kitten from his back. Joy helped extricate the claws that didn’t want to give up their hold of the wool. He placed the kitten in her hands as his warm eyes held hers. She smiled shyly and then put the kitten on the couch.

"I’m glad you were able to come."

"I am too. Dinner smells delicious and the room looks wonderful – so do you."

"Thanks," said Joy, colouring lightly, and offered him a seat. "That’s a really nice sweater you’re wearing. I hope the kitten didn’t snag it."

"It wouldn’t matter if he did."

Cody was distracted from watching this interesting exchange by the doorbell ringing again. This time it was Sam who had gone home to dress up for dinner. He was now wearing his best jeans and a new denim shirt with a rust coloured tie.

"Well aren’t you all spiffed up!" said Chandra to Sam as she came from the kitchen. She greeted Carl and then continued, "We need someone to carve up the bird. Which of you gentlemen want to do the honours?"

Carl offered, saying that he didn’t often get the chance. "I always spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with Darien and his family and he never lets me do it. You don’t know how thrilled I am to have been invited here today. First I get to enjoy all your lovely company, then I get to have an extra turkey dinner, which is my favourite, and now I get to carve. A dream come true."

"You’re having dinner at the Stewart’s tomorrow?" said Chandra. "I’m going to dinner with my family in Comox, and Joy’s going to her aunt’s. It’s great that Elana decided to do hers today instead. Of course by Tuesday we’ll all be a size larger and won’t fit any of our clothes."

"That’s a chance I’m willing to take," said Carl.

After dinner they sat around the table for quite some time just talking and laughing, then Carl insisted that he and Sam and Cody would do the dishes while the girls put away all the leftovers. When that was done Carl built a fire in the fireplace while Sam went home to fetch his guitar. They sang old favourites as Sam and Carl took turns strumming. Before they knew it, it was 9:30, and Elana got up to put the kettle on and warm up the pies. Chandra offered to help with the tea and coffee and to whip the cream, leaving Sam behind teaching Cody a few easy chords, and Joy and Carl sitting side by side on the couch talking softly and gazing into the fire. When Elana eventually handed around the desert, Carl suddenly remembered something he’d been meaning to tell her.

"I want to apologise for my sister."

Elana looked at him, confused. "Your sister?"

"Yes. I was at Darien’s yesterday and she told me what she’d said to you in the afternoon."

"The woman in the silver BMW is your sister?" asked Elana.

"I’m sorry – I didn’t realise she’d never introduced herself to you. Yes, she is. She works at the stables and gets quite . . . overprotective where Darien is concerned. What she said to you was completely out of line. I hope you don’t think Darien had anything to do with it – he was just as angry as I was when he found out what she’d said to you."

"See, mom! I told you," piped up Cody.

"He has no intentions of reporting you to anybody," said Carl. "I don’t know what got into Lina or why she thought she had to say those things, but there’s no foundation to them. I’m really sorry she was so rude to you."

"Don’t worry about what your sister said." Elana took a sip of her tea and then looked Carl in the eye. "I think that I set her off with my own remarks. She’d said something that got my back up another day and I was being reactive. You have nothing to be sorry about. And thanks for telling me that Darien Stewart isn’t about to report me for anything. It really eases my mind, though I don’t think I’ve done anything illegal, have I?"

"I think what you are doing right now is on such a small scale that you don’t need a business licence, but you’ll have to get one in the future, when you start production in the greenhouses."

"Of course," said Elana.

"By the way, I have to admit that this isn’t the first time I’ve tasted your delicious pie," said Carl. "When I walked in on Darien and his sister and Lina yesterday, they were all enjoying it around the kitchen table."

"Your sister was eating my pie?"

"By the look on her face when Darien told me you made it, I don’t think she knew it was yours," said Carl with a laugh.

~

Later that night as Elana lay in bed she recalled what Carl had said and how she had laughed until tears were streaming down her face. What poetic justice! Then she sobered a bit as she thought of Darien Stewart. She had misjudged him a bit – she was forced to admit it. She had been ready to believe the worst of him, but he’d only bought the pies to eat, and he’d enjoyed them. She felt a little thrill of pleasure, as if she’d proved something to him. But she knew that by selling jars of jam and pumpkin pies she still really hadn’t accomplished anything, and Carl’s sister Lina had really brought that home to her. She had to stop Mickey Mousing around with little projects and concentrate on the big picture. The next step was going to be a huge one, but she had to decide what direction she’d take the business in. There was going to be no room for error – the way she saw it she had only one chance to prove herself. She was going to make a go of it if it was the last thing she did, and Darien Stewart was going to eat crow.
 

Chapter Nine

Thanksgiving Day was a quiet one for Elana and Cody. They spent the morning relaxing about the house in their pyjamas and then, after a lunch of turkey sandwiches, they went outdoors. While Cody ran around taking his kitten on a guided tour of the place, Elana wandered through the greenhouses trying to come up with a decision of what she was going to grow. When Bennet Thompson had run the business he had grown a wide variety of flowering shrubs, ground covers, perennials, hedging materials, vines and trees. In short about everything that one could find in a garden centre. Elana felt daunted by the idea of growing so many diverse plants that she knew nothing about. The climate here was so mild compared to what she had been used to in both Ontario and Nova Scotia that she was completely unfamiliar with most of the varieties commonly grown. She had to keep the business on a smaller scale and more specialised so that she didn’t find herself in way over her head.

In the evening her family phoned and it did Elana good to talk to everybody, especially her father. He listened to her concerns about the business and advised her to do some intensive research and then follow whichever avenue she thought most promising and felt the most comfortable with. He also convinced her that if she wanted to succeed she would have to go to the bank and get a line of credit and not try to do it on a shoestring budget.

The next week Elana spent at the library and touring all the local nurseries from Parksville to Campbell River. She tried to get a feel of what was working for other people, where the market was saturated, whether there was an area where she could fill a need that wasn't being met locally, and what she could do with little expertise that would not take years to develop. At night she often found herself disillusioned and almost ready to give up, but in the morning her determination always reasserted itself. It only took a glance at the Stewart Stables sign as she was driving Cody to school to firm her resolve once more and begin to think with her usual optimism.

On Saturday Elana was glad to take a break from facts and figures and clear her head on the soccer field. The morning was bright, but with a chill wind. She was amazed at how the boys could run about in their shorts and thin jerseys while she had her jacket zipped all the way up and her scarf wrapped around her ears. They were short of substitutes and Cody was on for the entire first half, which he thought was much preferable to sitting upon a pile of soccer balls on the sidelines and freezing. He came off at the half tired but excited. They were ahead two goals to nil and he had been involved in the play that led to one of the goals. As he chattered eagerly, Elana wrapped him in his jacket to keep him warm and urged him to put his track pants on.

"I’ll just have to take them off again in two minutes, Mom. I’m fine. You’re a wuss to be cold!"

"Where do you get off calling your mother a wuss?" said Colin Fox as he approached them. There was a pretty young woman with him.

Elana was glad that Chandra had not come – she had developed a bit of a crush on Colin and would have been disappointed to see him with somebody. Well, more than a bit of a crush, really. She was forever offering to drive Cody to his soccer practices and usually stayed to watch. This was the first game she had missed, but the girl who worked Saturday mornings at the café had called in sick.

"Elana, I wanted you to meet my cousin Justie. She’s just come back to town after living in Victoria for a few years." Colin introduced them and then looked around. "Where’s Cody’s surrogate mom?"

"She had to work," said Elana, smiling at the thought of how Chandra would feel when she found out she had been missed. When she noticed Justie’s bemused expression she explained who Chandra really was. Colin stayed and talked with them for a minute then took Cody away for a team meeting to plan second half strategies.

"So, have you moved back here, or are you just visiting?" asked Elana.

"I’m here for good," said Justie. "Victoria is a beautiful city but, to tell you the truth, I really missed the Comox Valley and my family. I’m excited to get back to work, too. Actually that’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about."

"Yes?" said Elana, wondering what Colin’s cousin could possibly have to say to her about work. She couldn’t imagine that the girl wanted a job at the greenhouses. By the way she was dressed, she seemed to be very well to do. Besides, Colin obviously had money and connections.

"Well . . . I give riding lessons and I heard that your son was interested in learning how to ride."

"He is?" asked Elana. "Did Colin tell you? Cody hasn’t mentioned it to me, but he’s always wanting to do everything. You know kids. A couple of weeks ago he was bugging me for a goat."

Justie laughed. "I understand he’s very eager. And Colin tells me he’s a hard worker and a quick learner."

"He is," said Elana, warmed by the praise. "And actually soccer is the only thing he’s registered in right now. He would have the time for riding lessons if he’s really interested, but I don’t know if I could afford them . . . and we don’t have a horse."

"There are horses available for the kids that don’t have them, and maybe we could work something out to reduce the cost if Cody was interested in helping around the stable."

Elana thanked her and said she’d ask Cody about it after the game. They watched the rest of the second half together, talking about the plays and cheering excitedly when Cody took a big shot that went off the cross bar. When the final whistle blew he came running off the field grinning.

"Did you see that? It was so close. I almost had my first goal!"

"It was a wonderful shot, buddy."

"I put a bit too much into it," he admitted.

"Hey, why didn’t you tell me you’re interested in learning how to ride horses? I had to hear about it from a stranger," Elana teased.

Cody blushed. "I don’t know . . . I guess I thought you wouldn’t let me . . . but I really do want to learn."

"Honey, you know if there’s something you really want I’m always open to talk about it."

"I know, Mom. It’s just . . . you’ve been so busy lately and it never seems like the right time to ask you."

"If it means so much to you, and you are willing to work hard at it, Justie here has an offer for you. She teaches riding and she says we might be able to get cheaper lessons if you do some chores around the stables."

Cody’s entire face lit up. "Really?"

"Yes," Justie answered. "I could use an assistant."

"I’m afraid Cody has no experience around horses at all," said Elana.

"That doesn’t matter," said Justie. She turned to Cody. "You know how to use a shovel, right? And I’ll teach you how to brush the horses down and show you where to hang the tack. Nothing could be more simple."

"How much are lessons?" asked Elana.

"Private lessons are forty dollars for forty-five minutes, but I also give kids group lessons, four to a group. They run twenty dollars a session, twenty-five if you rent a horse. I have a beginner group starting up next week so he’d fit right in." She noticed the disappointed expressions on both Elana and Cody’s faces. "Don’t worry, he can work most of it off."

"That’s so nice of you to make the offer," said Elana. "You’ve only just met us."

"I hate to see a kid miss out on something he really cares about," said Justie. "So, what do you say? Shall we give it a go?"

Cody looked up at his mom beseechingly. "Please?"

"I guess so," said Elana, "but you can’t let your homework or other chores slide because you’re shovelling out stalls all afternoon."

"He won’t have to do too much work," said Justie.

"That’s great. So when are the lessons?"

"Tuesdays at three-thirty, but Cody could come by right after school if he wants and I’ll show him around the stable and explain his jobs to him."

"Sure, I could drop him off on the way home. Where is your stable?"

"Oh . . . it’s right next door to you. Stewart Stables. Didn’t you know? I’m Darien Stewart’s sister."

Elana just stood there with her mouth open as images ran before her eyes. She remembered seeing Darien at that first game, watching him talk to Colin, noticing the similarity between them. Justie was Darien’s sister? She was so friendly, so open, so unlike him. Now that she knew, she could see a resemblance about the eyes. Justie’s were grey too, but instead of piercing into her they were full of warmth and humour.

In a daze Elana said goodbye to Justie and took Cody to the car. She drove home in silence, all the time thinking, ‘What have I done? I’ve agreed to send my son over there. What if . . .’ They were half way down Headquarters Road when Cody finally spoke up.

"Can I still get to take the lessons, Mom?"

Elana looked over at him. His face was white and drawn. She pulled the car off to the side of the road and put it in park. Taking him in her arms, she hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead. "Of course you can, hon," she said.

~

That Sunday, after much discussion with Joy and Chandra and exhaustive sessions in Chandra’s room exploring the web, Elana came to a decision about her business. She would grow hanging baskets and bedding plants. It was the quickest, simplest, and most cost effective product she could think of. She investigated sources for seeds and cuttings, and determined logistics for volume and greenhouse use. Two greenhouses would need to be heated, to be used for propagation. Those would need double plastic, fans, and propane heaters. The other four would be used for housing the baskets and flats of bedding plants after they had been potted up. They would only need single plastic. She would have to order heater cables, lumber, potting soil, flats, plant trays, baskets, rooting hormones, fertilisers, hoses, misters, landscape fabric . . . the list grew longer and longer.

She spent another week working late into the night calculating quantities and costs, deciding on seeds and cuttings, planning growing schedules. Her calculations showed that she had to have the two heated greenhouses and cutting benches ready for November. She placed a large order for fuchsia and ivy geranium cuttings, which needed to be planted for rooting right away. Joy and Chandra helped her decide on a selection of varieties, then they delved into the seed catalogues, ordered lobelia, impatiens, pansies, marigolds, petunias, fibrous begonias, pelargoniums . . . the list seemed never ending.

Supplies began to arrive and Elana and Sam were busy building the potting and cutting benches and installing plastic pipes and hoses. Technicians from the power company replaced the electric lines out to the greenhouses. The propane heaters were installed, and finally, on November first, a crew came and replaced the plastic on all the greenhouses. Dennis helped Sam and Elana do the plastic on the ends of the greenhouses and put up the doors. The finishing touch was the sign they erected out by the road. Joy had designed and painted it. There was a brightly coloured bird flying up from the ground, reborn. Above it arced the words Phoenix Nursery.

~

From where Darien sat in his study, he could have been able to oversee all the work done on the greenhouses next door, if he had so chosen. But besides all the business that pertained to the stables, he had a novel to write. The sight of Elana carting lumber, hammering, and digging trenches for water pipes was much too distracting. It seemed there was nothing she wasn’t willing to do to get the job done. He couldn’t help but admire her work ethic and her determination. He snorted at the idea of Lina getting herself dirty, or even trying to dig a shovel into the ground.

His character, Lanea, started to become more physically adept. At times he found it difficult to separate the two. Who was Elana and who was Lanea? Both were fiercely independent and staunchly loyal. Both were strong, vital, resourceful. Both were lithe, nimble, and surprisingly attractive. Both were . . . no, he really had no idea who Elana was, inside. He didn’t know about her intelligence, her spontaneity, her sense of humour. He didn’t know what books she read, what music she liked, what made her happy or sad. He didn’t know anything about her but what he saw for himself out his window, and what he remembered from his two brief encounters with her. He decided that he was becoming obsessed, and it worried him. He had to get out more.

He moved his desk so that instead of being under the window that faced west, across her property, he now looked out over the neat corrals and onto the road. He limited his writing times to the evenings and sat, typing, late into the night. But he often found he had to dispel the urge to glance out that west facing window, even in the dead of night when there was nothing to see but the dark shadows of trees and the silver glow of the moon upon the transluscent greenhouse roofs.

He spent much more time exercising and training the horses that he bred, but invariably he was accompanied by Lanea who would morph with unexpected suddenness into his next-door neighbour just at the ring of a hammer or the smell of a branch of pine crushed underfoot. On one such occasion he headed with his horse to the big arena where Justie gave her lessons. He needed the type of conversation that his horses could not provide. Something to drive a little sanity back into his brain. He was spending way too much time on his own these days. That was the cause of these aberrant thoughts.

The lessons were over and she wasn’t in either the outdoor or the indoor ring. He walked up the left hallway and checked the twelve by twelve box stalls that ran along the side and opened onto large run-ins. Most of them were empty, the horses outside in the turn out pens. He checked the tack room and there he discovered Cody hanging up a bridle.

"Hello there! Are you on the payroll now?" he asked.

Cody grinned. "I’m getting riding lessons."

"He’s my personal slave," said Justie, coming out from a locker.

"I hear you’re becoming quite a good rider," said Darien.

"I’ve only had a few lessons so I’m not good yet, but it’s fun."

"Don’t be so modest, Cody," said Justie. "You’re my star pupil. I’m gonna put you on all my posters." She winked at him.

"I actually came to see if you wanted to ride with me, Justie, but I see you’re still busy."

"We’re all done. I was just going to walk Cody home."

"I’ll do that while you saddle the Pontiac."

Justie stuck her tongue out at him and turned to Cody. "Don’t listen to him. My horse is not called Pontiac. She’s called Firebird after a bird in one of my favourite books, not some stupid macho car. Would you mind if he takes you home?"

"That’d be cool."

"See," said Darien. "He thinks I’m cool."

"He just knows you’ve got Phantom with you and he wants a ride," said Justie.

"Would you like to ride him?" asked Darien.

Cody nodded.

"Okay, but I’ll lead him like last time. He’s a little too big for you to ride on your own yet."

They went outside of the building to where Phantom was waiting, his reins loosely wound around a railing. Darien helped Cody up into the saddle and then led the horse down the drive and along the street to Cody’s driveway, chatting as they went.

"I usually run up my driveway on my own," said Cody.

"Okay," said Darien. "That looks great. Who painted it, your mom?" He pointed at the newly erected sign. By this time he suspected that she was capable of almost anything.

Cody laughed. "She can’t paint that well! Joy did it – she’s an artist. Isn’t the bird awesome? Do you think it’s something like the one Justie named her horse after?"

"I’m not sure what a firebird really looks like. It’s magical, not mythical like a phoenix, but I guess they’re similar because they are both survivors."

He was about to help Cody out of the saddle when he heard the crunch of footsteps on the newly gravelled drive and turned to see Elana coming towards them. It seemed there was no escaping her, and this time she was no manifestation of his mind. He felt his blood rush a bit faster and he attempted to greet her without letting her see that her presence affected him in any way.

"Hi," he said rather stiffly. "We were just admiring your sign."

"Thanks," she answered, and then she tentatively reached out to stroke Phantom’s neck, and looked even further up at her son. "Isn’t this horse much too big for you? If I knew you were riding . . . it looks quite dangerous."

"No, mom. This is Mr. Stewart’s horse."

Darien saw the concern in her eyes, and something more. She was annoyed. "All the horses we use for our lessons are a suitable size and very good tempered and trustworthy. You don’t need to worry about Cody’s safety."

"I’m sure the lesson horses are fine because I trust Justie’s judgement, but I don’t like him being on your horse. You can’t tell me you ride a slug."

"No. He has a lot of spirit, but he’s good with children, and I am in control, not Cody."

"You are standing here on the side of the road, barely holding onto the reins. What if someone were to drive by suddenly and spook him?"

"Phantom is level headed – he doesn’t spook easily."

"Cody, I want you to get down right now."

"I was just about to help him . . ." said Darien, reaching up to grasp Cody under the arms and toss him down.

"I don’t want him on your horse ever again."

"But, mom! I was fine."

"That’s okay, Cody. If your mom doesn’t want you on Phantom that’s her decision. I’ll see you later."

Darien nodded to Elana and led Phantom away. As soon as he was at his own driveway he got up into the saddle and rode back to meet Justie, wishing all the while that he had handled the situation better. Why did it always have to be a confrontation when he met her? She had somehow put him on the defensive and he hadn’t been able to regain his ground. His quick burst of anger had already dissipated. She didn’t know horses – he couldn’t expect her to have the same confidence in Phantom that he had. To her he was big and powerful and somewhat intimidating. To him, Phantom was a friend.

~

Cody and Elana walked back to the house together.

"Why was he bringing you home anyway?"

"So Justie could saddle her horse. They are going out riding."

Elana didn’t answer. She was trying to bring herself under control. Somehow anything that man did got under her skin.

"He didn’t do anything wrong, Mom. He was just being nice to me – he knew I wanted to ride Phantom."

"I’m sorry buddy, but seeing you on that horse so high above me really freaked me out."

"I know, Mom," said Cody quietly.

Elana stopped and grabbed hold of him and held him close. "I guess I overreacted again," she said as she let him go. "Race you to the house."

"I’ll waste you!" he said as he started running.

Cody arrived at the steps a few paces before Elana and they both collapsed on the porch out of breath and giggling.

 Chapter Ten

 

Even though the plastic had been replaced on the greenhouses there was still an incredible amount of work to do before Elana would be ready to receive and plant the cuttings that she had ordered. The fans for the heated greenhouses were on backorder and would not arrive for another week.  The potting and cutting benches were not ready – the installation of the hoses had taken much longer and had caused much more trouble than expected. And when the benches for the cuttings were finished all the heating cables had to be run across them. Elana found that if she just took one day at a time and did not look at the big picture, she wasn’t quite as overwhelmed by the amount of work she had still to do. If it wasn’t for Dennis coming every day she knew that she and Sam would never be ready on time.

 

In addition to this there was her continued concern about Cody’s developing friendship with him – Darien Stewart. From things he let slip it was apparent that Cody had some kind of contact with Stewart on most of his lesson days. She was still furious with the man for allowing her son on his horse. That had not occurred again, nor had he brought him home since that first time, but he often stopped and talked to Cody as he passed by the stables and the look in Cody’s eyes when he mentioned him frightened her. She knew that though Cody was happy with her, he really did miss having a masculine figure in his life. His open admiration of Colin Fox proved how much a male role model meant to him, and though his regard for Darien Stewart was more guarded, Elana sensed that it was somehow stronger. She did not mind at all that he idolised Colin Fox, but her neighbour was another matter. Perversely she felt that if she did not like him, her son shouldn’t either. As she worked, conflicting thoughts continually revolved in her head – she wished she had never agreed to the riding lessons though it was a pleasure to see Cody’s face light up every time he spoke of them.

 

It was the middle of November – the greenhouses were finally ready, and the cuttings were arriving first thing in the morning. Elana was bone tired. She upended her wheelbarrow on the rubbish heap and looked about her. A huge jack-o-lantern grinning from the compost pile took her by surprise in the waning light and set her heart beating rapidly. As she stood, trying to calm herself, she realised that Halloween had come and gone and had barely even registered upon her. Sam had sold most of his pumpkins to classes of primary school children who had come to the pumpkin patch the last week of October while she had been digging and hammering, totally oblivious to anything else that was going on around her. Chandra had made Cody’s costume. Joy and Carl had helped carve the pumpkin and taken Cody out trick or treating. She steeled herself and stared back at the ghoulish face that appeared to be rising out of the mouldering compost.

 

“Thanks,” she said. “It took a pumpkin-head like you to tell me that I’ve been neglecting my kid.” It was little wonder all she heard from him was Mr. Fox this or Mr. Stewart that.

 

She almost ran back to the house, wheelbarrow bouncing and jarring through ruts and potholes as she went. Elana washed up in the laundry sink and pulled off her coveralls, hanging them on a hook.

 

In the kitchen Joy was cooking supper. She turned around from the stove and smiled.

“You look exhausted. The pasta’s almost ready – I know you must be hungry – Sam says you didn’t stop for lunch.”

 

“Where’s Cody?”

 

“He’ll be back soon. Chandra’s picking him up from soccer practice, remember? They’re always a little late . . . getting those two away from Colin Fox is like . . .” She searched for a suitable metaphor.

 

“I think Colin exacerbates the problem,” said Elana as she took the rotini that Joy held out to her and tasted it to see if it was done. “Al dente, perfecto! He loves the attention.”

 

The front door burst open and running feet clattered upon the hardwood. Cody’s excited face appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Mom! I got chosen to do corner kicks! Mr Fox said I’ve got the best left foot on the team.” He was just about bouncing up and down.

 

“That’s wonderful, honey, but you’ve still got your cleats on don’t you?”

 

“Oops. Sorry mom.” Cody sat down and pulled at his laces. “I just wanted to tell you so badly.”

 

“Hey, what’re these huge gouges on the living room floor,” cried Chandra as she came into the house. “You little melon head!”

 

Cody’s face turned white.

 

“She’s only joking, silly,” said Elana as she crouched down to help him off with his shoes. “Now go and get changed. Supper’s ready. You can tell me all about it while we eat and I promise to listen to every word. I’m really proud of you.” She tousled his hair before he ran to his room.

 

~ 

 

The rest of November Elana worked just as hard. There were hundreds of cuttings to be dipped in rooting hormones and planted into flats while Sam worked at getting the other four greenhouses in order, levelling beds, building benches, and running wires across for hanging all the baskets on in the spring. There was no end of work to be done, but Elana stopped her workday when Cody came home from school, always walked him to and from his riding lessons, and took over all the soccer driving duties she had given up even though Chandra wasn’t very thrilled with the idea.

 

“How’m I ever going to convince the guy I was made for him if he never sees me again?” she complained.

 

“I thought absence made the heart grow fonder,” said Elana, laughing.

 

“Look, I’m dying here!”

 

“So, maybe he’ll call you. He knows the number.”

 

“He did ask me if you were coming to the next game,” Cody piped up.

 

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel good?”

 

Chandra grabbed Cody and whirled him around by his arms. Elana stood back and watched, her smile growing. It didn’t matter that once Cody was in bed she would be back out in the greenhouse planting cuttings by the weak light cast by a dangling bulb. Her afternoons with Cody made all the intensive work bearable.

 

~

 

Darien hadn’t failed to notice the soft light shining through the trees every night for the past two weeks. It made him think of those Soul Asylum lyrics, your dim light shines from so far away*, and that didn’t make it any easier. That song was about things not working out – not reassuring by any means. He was still haunted by the very thought of her and trying hard to ignore the fact. The only time he really let it overtake him was each night while he was writing, and then Lanea would take shape under his fingers and fly freely as he pounded on the keyboard, taking all those withheld thoughts and creating vibrant, evocative images that he knew had nothing to do with Elana at all - though she, it seemed, was destined to be his muse, whether he wanted it that way or not.

 

What she would think of it, he had no idea. He’d seen her a few times, mostly from a distance, when she’d picked Cody up from his lessons. Once he’d even been in the barn when she was there and had nodded to her as he hung his tack upon a peg. She’d glanced his way and then said something to Cody, her eyes warm with affection as they’d rested on her son. He hadn’t had another opportunity to speak to her, but after their encounter in her driveway he could only think that it was a good thing.

 

Despite himself, he got up from his desk and walked over to the window and watched the unsteady glow that came from the greenhouse. His light, too, must be shining through the trees, visible to anyone who was looking – but nobody was looking. He returned to his computer.

 

The light shifted and she had to adjust her eyes to the darkness once more. But she knew it was shining from the hill. She knew she had to get there.  She didn’t know how or why, but she was drawn inexorably. Her blade met vine, stem, rock as she hacked her path. The hillside shifted and changed before her. Elusive. Always hiding what she was after – and yet she could not stop. It was a stronger power that called her and she could not resist though her arm grew weary and her blade dull.

 

~ 

 

The Christmas craft fair opened on Friday, December third, at the Filberg Centre. The clatter of Joy’s loom had been heard almost constantly for most of November. She’d reduced her hours at Superstore and concentrated on her craft. Chandra and Elana spent the afternoons knotting and twisting fringes on scarves and even Cody made himself useful, helping set up Joy’s bobbins when she wound a new warp upon her sectional beam, and keeping Smeagol away from the yarns as she threaded them through the heddles. He loved to watch her weave, the steady rhythm of shuttle and beater, the pump of the treadles and clack of the harnesses as they flew up and down, heddles rattling softly. He loved to watch the cloth grow and stretch over the breast beam, and down around the thick cloth beam as her knees steadily rose and fell.

 

Besides scarves she wove shawls, blankets, hangings, pillows, runners and place mats in silks, wools, and cottons. Some she hand dyed; some had painted warps, ikat, double weave, tapestry. Colours ranged from muted and mellow to vibrant, fiery hues and deep, dark indigos. 

 

All day Friday they set up her booth, using screens, tables, baskets and an antique hallstand on which to display her wares. Tiny fairy lights were threaded all around on strategically placed twisting branches. At 5:45 Joy stood back for the umpteenth time to survey the effect.

 

“I think it’s ready.”

 

“It’s about time,” said Chandra. “Doors open at six.”

 

“It looks lovely,” said Elana, who had come for the tail end of the set up, after she’d picked Cody up from school and run a few errands. “Now go and change quickly if you’re going to, or meet your first customers in faded jeans and a dusty sweatshirt.

 

“Oh!” cried Joy, and she grabbed her bag from behind her chair and ran for the washroom.

 

“Wait for me,” cried Chandra. “I’m sure I look like I’ve been dragged through hell’s half acres.”

 

“I’ll look after the stall, don’t worry,” said Elana.

 

The first night of the fair was almost a society occasion, it was such a popular event. As the doors opened and people began to filter in Elana realised that they were not only there to look at and buy quality crafts by the best island artisans, they were also there to see and be seen. All the craftspeople had to have their work accepted by a jury in order to rent a booth for the week-long event. The booths were large and well set out in the spacious hall. At one end was a café with wrought iron tables, but for opening night, drinks and hors d’oeuvres were being passed around on trays by servers dressed in chic black. She hadn’t really expected it to be quite so dressy and she hoped she didn’t look too dowdy in her simple grey skirt and sage green shirt. None of that bothered Cody at all – he just wanted to eat a few sausage rolls and go to the booth that sold hand tooled leather belts with scabbards and replicas of Frodo’s dagger, Sting.

 

“They’re not sharp at all Mom, c’mon – I’ll show you.”

 

She smiled in assent, and when Joy and Chandra returned she followed Cody as he led her through the growing crowds and between the rows of booths to the place in question. There was no doubt that the craftsmanship was superb, or that the daggers were solely for ornamentation, but the prices were well beyond Elana’s means, so they only looked. And as Cody dreamed Elana allowed herself to be distracted by a booth that sold wonderful soaps with delicate, natural fragrances. As she reached for a goats’ milk and aloe soap a low voice spoke beside her.

 

“No, try this one. Bergamot.”

 

While she instinctively reached for the smooth greenish bar, she raised her eyes up. She’d recognised the voice. Darien Stewart was looking down at her with an unreadable expression on his face. She took the soap and raised it to her nose, breathing in the tangy fragrance. How did he know I like bergamot? It was hard for her to put it down, but she did. She picked up the aloe one and sniffed it, but the scent didn’t even register.

 

“What do you think?” he asked.

 

Did he really care? “They both smell very nice,” she said, not wanting to commit herself at all.

 

He picked up the goats’ milk and aloe one and smelled it carefully. “I think I can still smell the goat,” he said.

 

Despite herself, she laughed. “Let me see that.” He placed it in her hand and she gave it another sniff. “I can’t even smell the aloe, let alone a goat,” she said.

 

“Well, it probably tastes like goat then.”

 

“I wasn’t planning on eating the soap, though sometimes I wonder. Look at this – passionfruit, kiwi, melon. I’m wondering where the wasabe one is.”

 

“Try that green one over there.”

 

“It’s only lettuce. But this one smells good. Ginger.”

 

He took it from her. “A little sharp - like the root, not like gingerbread.”

 

“More like ginger beer.”

 

“Are you buying soap?” The new voice was throaty and provocative. “For me?”

 

Lina Leaned up against Darien and attempted to sniff the bar he still held. Her hair was a more brilliant russet than usual and she wore a slinky, silver dress that dipped deeply in both front and back. Her voice had surprised Elana who had never heard her sound other than imperious and shrill. She bit back a grin and was about to turn and look for Cody when Lina noticed her. The look of contempt she received plainly said she did not belong.

 

“I was just looking,” he said, “but if you’re interested in soap, you might like to buy this one.” He pointed at the aloe and goats’ milk soap.

 

By this time the craftsperson had finished with a customer and came over to try and make a sale. “It’s very good for the complexion, especially if you have allergies or delicate skin,” she said, and went on to explain all the benefits of the soap.

 

Elana was surprised by Darien’s remark after the conversation they’d already had about the soap. Why would he steer his girlfriend to a soap he apparently did not like? She picked up a soap at random and said, “What about this one?”

 

“Rose geranium?” asked Lina scornfully, her normal tone back in her voice. “I suppose it appeals to little country girls – but I’m buying the one Darien suggested.” She handed the goats’ milk soap over to the vendor and smiled up at Darien.

 

“I’ll take the Rose Geranium one for my sister. It’s just the kind she likes,” said Darien, looking straight ahead. He waited till Lina’s purchase was finished and then placed the pale pink soap on the counter, along with the ginger one he still held.

 

Elana excused herself and turned to look for Cody who had luckily only wandered to the next booth where they were making chocolate truffles. She had found the whole exchange about the soaps rather confusing and was happy to be with Cody who was straightforward and uncomplicated. He wanted chocolate – that was very easy to understand. She bought enough for them to share with Joy and Chandra, and then they continued looking at the various crafts on their way back through the fair.

 

Darien watched her walk off and meet Cody, then keep going without a backward glance.

 

“Still slumming?” came the sultry voice in his ear. “Her Volvo would look great in your garage – or maybe you two should use her place. The old hippie could give her away at the wedding, and if you could ever get the kid to wear something without holes in the knees he could be the ring bearer . . .”

 

 “Really Lina, sometimes you’re completely encyclopaedic in your ignorance.”

 

She stared at him, unsure of the meaning of what he had just said, but thinking that it might not be complimentary, she decided to change her tactics. “I know I’m going to love that soap you recommended,” she said, pulling on his arm. “Let’s go find Carl.”

 

As he followed after her she reflected that it was probably just a coincidence that he had been talking to that . . . that nobody. After all, Elaine, or whatever her name was, was dressed so plainly and her hair was so . . . unstyled – there was no way he’d gone up to her on purpose. Nothing to worry about. But she’d almost blown it over the soap. How was she to know that Justie liked that kind?

 

Darien wasn’t thinking of soap at all. He’d actually forgotten that it was there in his pocket. He was picturing Lanea in a sage green tunic, smelling of lemon and ginger. When they ran into Justie at a pottery booth he almost didn’t even see her.

 

“Justie honey,” crooned Lina, “guess where we just were? Buying you some soap! Rose geranium – your favourite – I helped Darien choose it.”

 

“I guess you could say that,” said Darien as he snapped back to the here and now. “Are you looking at raku pots, Justie?”

 

“Yes. There’s some here I really think you’ll like,” she said, leading him into the stall.

 

Lina was left standing on her own. She looked around and saw some friends across the room, flashed them an empty smile, and then affected a deep interest in raku.

 

~

 

Two hours later, when Elana took Cody back to view the daggers one last time before going home, she found herself in front of the soap booth again. The bergamot soap was in her hand and she was buying it. She wasn’t sure exactly how it had happened.

 

 

* Promises Broken, Soul Asylum

Chapter 11 

When the phone rang, Elana almost tripped over Smeagol as she ran for the counter to put her groceries down before grabbing it. It was the old lady from the curio shop. She’d found a bed, dresser and wardrobe she believed were just what Elana was looking for.

 

“I took one look at it,” she said, her voice thin and fervent, “and I saw a vision of butter yellow walls, and a carpet in deep greens and russets, and then I thought of you . . . are you still there?”

 

Elana had sunk to the floor with her back against the wall – she could not remember having given the lady so much detail. “I . . . yes, I’m here. Just surprised.”

 

“Well, I hardly expected it myself when I walked into the man’s barn. He had a number of other items that I bought for the store, but I left the bedroom furniture so that you could buy it from him directly, dear. I’ll just give you his number – he lives out Merville way. I’m sure you know someone with a truck.”

 

“Yes – thank you. I’ll just get a pen.”

 

When Elana finally hung up the phone she was shaking her head, partly in disbelief, partly in mystification. The lady had rambled on about the timelessness of oak, how furniture held a history that could be read by touch, how the wood glowed in the weak winter sun that filtered through the barn door, how it had whispered to her of happy times in the past and the hopes of more to come. How she knew when she saw it where it belonged. Her last words still echoed in Elana’s mind. I see you and your little daughter lying against the pillows laughing. “But . . . I don’t have a daughter,” Elana had responded. No, not yet. And she had rung off without saying another word, not even goodbye.

 

Had she confused her with someone else? That was hardly likely – she’d called her by name and described the colour of her bedroom walls. The old dear was definitely a little gaga.

 

“Cody, do you want to look at some furniture before we run by the craft fair to help Joy take down her booth?” called Elana into the living room as she picked up the phone again.

 

“Sure, mom,” said Cody as he came into the kitchen, Smeagol perched on his shoulder.

 

 While waiting for her call to be answered, Elana turned to Cody and said, “Could you put the groceries away for me . . . oh hello – is that Mr Armitage?”

 

Cody rifled through the bags, opening and closing cupboards and fridge as quietly as he could while Elana got directions.

 

“Okay, bud, let’s skedaddle,” she said as she placed the phone back on the receiver. She felt a quiver of anticipation run through her body. Not only was she tired of sleeping on an air mattress on the floor and living out of cardboard boxes, she was intrigued, despite her scepticism, by all that the old lady had told her. Could the furniture really talk to her? And, if so, what would it say?

 

“May I have a yoghurt?” Cody looked up at her pleadingly.

 

“I don’t want you eating yoghurt in the car – have a banana.”

 

“Aw mom!”

 

“Remember what happened last time when I had to put the brakes on suddenly?”

 

“A cookie?”

 

“Not till after supper.”

 

“Cheese?”

 

“If you’re quick. I want to leave right now.”

 

Cody hurriedly cut a couple of slices of cheddar while Elana got on her jacket. They hopped into the car and did up their seat belts then, as she started the engine and put the car into gear Cody handed her a piece. “This one’s for you.”

 

“Thanks, hon! Making sure your mom doesn’t starve?”

 

He grinned and bit into his slice. As they drove past the stables Elana didn’t miss how he craned his neck the whole way by. Was he looking at the horses or looking for someone in particular? She didn’t want to ask him, but felt a tightening in her heart.

 

At Headquarters Road they turned left, instead of right as they usually did, and then took the next left. The road wound through farmland and crossed over the Tsolum River, the grey water spreading widely over a rocky bed. After a sharp bend, Elana started checking the addresses and then turned up a narrow driveway that led to an old farmhouse. A man was waiting on the front porch.

 

“It’s just down in the barn,” he called out as he walked over to meet them.

 

He chatted amiably as he led the way behind the house and past the chicken run. “The stuff was my sister’s, but she’s moved into a small apartment and can’t keep it. She’s had it for about fifteen years – bought it at an auction. I don’t know much about antiques and things, but it’s old and a little beat up. The lady from the store told me it was just what you’re looking for.”

 

“I hope so,” said Elana, smiling.

 

“I hope so too,” said Mr Armitage. “I need to put my tractor away for the winter. If you don’t take it I’ll just break it up for firewood.” He threw open the barn doors. “Light’s not much good in here, but . . .”

 

Elana slowly walked up to the furniture. The oak was warm and golden, and even through the dust and smatterings of straw and the dim light, it glowed. There was a sleigh bed, dismantled, a tallboy, and a wardrobe with a mirror that was spotted with age. String was tied through the holes in one of the drawers in place of handles, and the nicks and dents of time were plainly visible in the wood. She opened the wardrobe and metal hangers rattled, light filtered through from a crack in the backing, the door hung a little crooked on its hinges.

 

“You were right – no fur coats,” said Cody.

 

The drawer underneath pulled out part way unevenly and then stuck. Elana had to jiggle it to push it back in again. She ran her hand up the smooth curves of the side, over the simple carving that arched above the mirror – twisted vines and . . . she looked closer. In the dimness she could just make out a bird in flight. The headboard had a similar design, though a portion of it was completely missing; the footboard and tallboy only had a knot of leaves.

 

“It’s sorta worse for wear,” the man said apologetically.

 

“No,” said Elana. “It’s incredible. It’s beautiful. More than I ever imagined.” And it did speak to her, though not in words. It just made her feel comforted, somehow, and it seemed right that it should be sitting in the barn waiting only for her.

 

“The whole side of the dresser is warped,” he said, “and none of the drawers run smooth, but my sister liked it.”

 

“Can I give you a check?” asked Elana. “Or should I come by later with cash? I’ll try to get a friend with a truck to pick the furniture up as soon as I can. Please don’t sell it to anyone else.”

 

“Just as long as I can get my tractor in here by next weekend,” he said with a laugh.

 

Elana drove back down the driveway feeling elated and Cody chattered happily – the furniture already gone from his mind, he talked about the chickens and the ducks, and the goat that had come up to him in the yard and nudged its stubby little horns against his hip.

 

~

 

As she walked through the pottery booth, Elana sighed. She returned to Joy who was folding up shawls and hangings and putting them into boxes.

 

“It’s gone.”

 

“What’s gone?” asked Joy as she closed the box.

 

Elana sat on the floor and leaned against the hallstand. “The pottery bowl. It was so beautiful. But I couldn’t afford it. I thought if I waited till the last day I could ask if the potter would give me a deal on it.”

 

“Why didn’t you tell me? I’m sure I could have traded something for it.”

 

“Then I would just owe you, but thanks, sweetie.” Elana leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “Did you see it? It was a shallow bowl – very fine – done in a dark green glaze with pink crackling, and flashes of gold and charcoal. I loved the feel of it – the balance – it was serene.” She heard steps and opened her eyes to see Darien Stewart looking at her thoughtfully. She jumped up and began folding the screens. What is his problem?

 

Carl gave Joy a hug. “We’re here to help,” he said. “Can’t believe it, but I’ve roped Darien in.”

 

“I’ve got my truck,” said Darien. “What do you want to load first?”

 

Joy began organising the men while Elana looked around for Cody – but he’d already noticed Mr Stewart and had run over to talk to him. Elana hefted a box up and headed for the door.

 

~

 

Dennis always seemed to be available when Elana needed him. On Monday he’d gone to the farm and picked up her furniture while she’d driven into Courtenay to the mattress shop to buy a new mattress for her bed. It was a double bed, but Elana had no need for anything as big as queen size anyway. She had the mattress delivered and that night everything was set up in her room. All that was missing was the dark green and russet carpet – but it existed in her imagination and, who knows, if she had a good season the coming year, it could eventually become a reality too.

 

She’d cleaned the old oak and oiled it. Her room still smelled of oranges. Her clothes were finally out of boxes and folded in the drawers and hanging in the wardrobe. It was a completely different feeling to have big, sturdy furniture in her room and everything squared away. She lay on her faded yellow quilt and rubbed her hand along the wood of the headboard, ran her fingers over the carving. Half of the twining vine was gone, and one of the bird’s wings, but it still flew. Elana smiled. She leaned back and relished at the comfort of a real bed again after all those months.

 

Cody came running in and jumped up beside her. He began to bounce.

 

“Hey, not so wild, tiger. I don’t want the bed to break when I just got it.”

 

“Can I sleep here with you tonight?”

 

“Sure thing, as long as you promise not to be a wiggle worm.”

 

He tried to be very still. “Would you read to me?”

 

“How about you go wash up, get into your jammies, and choose a book?”

 

“Yes!” he cried and ran off to get ready for bed.

 

Elana plumped up her pillows and put one behind her back. As she waited for Cody, fleetingly she wondered about the vision of the little girl the old woman had seen on the bed with her. Was her hair straight, or curly? Did she have laughing eyes? What was her name? And then she shook her head at herself for being so silly as to take something like that seriously. There was just Cody and herself, and she was completely happy with it that way. When he arrived with the book she held out her arms to him and he snuggled up next to her. She pulled the quilt up high around them both and then opened the book and began to read.

 

~

 

“Thanks for helping out yesterday, old man,” said Carl.

 

“You’ve already thanked me,” said Darien as he sat at his desk. “What’s really on your mind?”

 

Carl picked up a pen and twirled it around. “So, what do you think of Joy now that you’ve met her a couple of times?”

 

“I told you last Friday that she’s very beautiful.”

 

“But I’m asking about what you think of her, not your impression of what she looks like.”

 

“It’s hard to judge someone on such a short acquaintance,” said Darien carefully. “I think she’s talented – her weaving is well crafted and she’s got a good colour sense. Look – I bought a blanket.” He pointed to the armchair in the corner of his study where a thick, multi-coloured blanket was lying.

 

Carl smiled. “She’s amazing isn’t she?” He threw the pen down on the desk, looking more relaxed. “She worked so hard for the fair, and her stuff was all so beautiful. It sold really well too – she had barely anything left to pack up and she’s got lots of orders she has to complete before Christmas.”

 

“I’m happy for her,” said Darien, shuffling some pages on his desk.

 

“Why do I still get the sense that you aren’t telling me exactly what you think?”

 

“Carl, you are transparent. You’ve gone over the deep end. I just think you should step a couple paces back and cool it for a bit.”

 

“What are you talking about? I love her, man!”

 

“That much is obvious. But here’s the kicker – does she love you?”

 

“What are you saying? Of course she does. How could you . . . insinuate?”

 

“I’m not insinuating anything. You asked for my opinion and I tried not to give it, but you insisted. The truth is I’ve met Joy twice – she’s talented, she’s attractive, she’s quiet and sweet, but I haven’t seen anything to indicate that she likes you better than anyone else. She smiled at me just as much as she smiled at you. She was friendly to Lina, of all people. She was nice to her customers, the doorman, some guy on the street who bumped into her accidentally. You, on the other hand, barely pay attention to anyone else but her. I can’t even have an intelligent conversation with you anymore.”

 

Carl picked up a book and banged it down on the desk. “So – now you’re saying that I’m a fool? That she’s just stringing me along for my money?”

 

“I didn’t say that – you did.”

 

“Well, actually Lina did,” said Carl, kicking the leg of the desk. “But it’s what you’re thinking.”

 

“What I’m thinking and what I’m saying is the same thing. You should back off. Take a breath. Change your perspective. You’re obsessing and you can’t think clearly.”

 

“I don’t think you know what you’re talking about!” yelled Carl, and he pulled the door open with a jerk. He stood in the doorway for a minute and looked like he was going to say something else, but then he just strode through and slammed the door behind him.

 

All the pictures on the wall rattled. Darien got up to straighten a few and then sat down at his desk again. Wiggled the mouse to wake his computer. His story was there on the screen and he reread the last couple of paragraphs to try to get back into the feel of the scene he was writing. But thoughts kept obtruding.

 

He stood up and walked around the room, tried to calm his ideas, channel them. But his mind kept returning to Carl. He didn’t want Carl hurt – the guy was just too vulnerable. And Joy – well, she was difficult to read. Behind her open appearance he sensed hidden reserve. As if you could get only so close and no further, and this is what worried him where Carl was concerned. When Carl fell in love he held nothing back. He’d seen Carl in love before and he’d been there to pick up the pieces afterward – when Carl had been tossed aside. He didn’t want to have to do it again – see the pain in his friend’s eyes that could almost cut you it was so sharp. He didn’t want Carl to have to experience that bitter, yawning emptiness – the misery – the sorrow.

 

He didn’t know if he was ready to believe in Joy – but dammit, he hadn’t wanted to tell Carl yet. It was too soon – Carl was moving too quickly. And now he’d alienated him.  It didn’t help that Lina had been saying baseless, vindictive things about the girl. Not for a minute did he think that Joy was after Carl’s money.

 

And what worried him more than anything else was that Carl was obsessed and might act without thinking. Darien understood obsession – but he also had acres of self control. He could stop himself before he did something totally stupid. Could Carl?

 

Darien’s thoughts slid past Carl to his own obsession. Back to the craft fair the day before. She’d been there, lying against that antique furniture – her eyes closed – looking so much like Lanea that Darien had begun to wonder whether he was finally losing his grip on where reality ended and fantasy began, or was it where fantasy ended and reality began? Her voice had been so wistful – so full of longing. And she’d described something that he knew very well.

 

He walked over to a table by the window that looked out over the trees that bounded his property, and through those trees to the greenhouses. On that table a bowl was placed. He picked it up and weighed it in his hands – it was light, fine, balanced: serene. That was a good word for it – she’d described it perfectly. His hand ran over the soft inward curve of the bowl, felt the smoothness of the green, the rough pink crackling, the satin feel of the gold, and the dusty texture of the drifts of charcoal. Whose bowl was it? Where did it really belong? He gently put it back and then seated himself in front of the computer again. He was ready. Words were piling up against each other, pushing, fighting for escape. Wanting to be placed just so – where they echoed off one another and resonated with story.

  

 

 

Chapter 12

 

“I’ve got a favour to ask you, Elana.”

 

Joy sounded like something was troubling her. Elana pulled her gloves off and set them on the potting bench. “What’s up?”

 

“Well . . . would you mind very much going to the theatre with Carl and me and a few friends?”

 

Elana understood Joy’s tentative attitude now. Darien Stewart must be one of the friends she was referring to. “You want me to spend an evening with that . . . that stuck up prig?”

 

“Elana . . . I know you’re not crazy about him, but there will be lots of other people and it’s very important to Carl  - he wants to bring everybody together to get to know each other. It’s awkward for him that his friends don’t know me or the people I am close to. He’s sure that if Lina and Darien were to get to know us better they wouldn’t have any reservations . . .”

 

“Hold it,” Elana cut in. “Reservations? You mean they actually have something against you? Impossible! You are the sweetest, kindest person in the world. How dare they take their bad opinion of me and extend it to you!”

 

“No – it’s not that. Really . . . I don’t think anyone of them has a bad opinion of you, or of me. Carl just said . . . he just said that they don’t have any idea what we are about. How can they have any opinion if they don’t know us? He wants them to get to know us – me, you, Chandra – and I’m counting on you to say you’ll come. I just know that if you get to know them you’ll like them too. Remember how helpful Darien was with packing up my booth at the fair? And Lina – I know you two have had run-ins – this would be a good opportunity to clear up the misunderstanding between you. And you like Justie and Colin – they’d be coming too.”

 

“Oh Joy – next thing you’ll say that Lina is nice too and you know she is such a bag. I’m sorry – she is Carl’s sister but I can’t help telling the truth.” She glanced at Joy who had slumped onto a stool and was looking completely miserable. “Okay – I’ll come for you, and I’ll try not to set Lina off, but don’t expect me to be friendly with her or Darien – I don’t think I could manage more than politeness.”

 

“That’s all I ask,” said Joy, brightening. “Oh, and Cody is invited too. I can’t wait to tell Carl – he’ll be so relieved.”

 

“So when is this big night, and what’re we going to see?”

 

“It’s next Saturday night. Carl’s goddaughter Monica is playing Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady. It’s at the Sid Williams Theatre – you know – at Fifth St and Cliffe. And we’re all going to dinner at The Old House before the performance.”

 

When Elana got back to work, she dipped cuttings into rooting hormones and jammed them into the flats in front of her as if each little twig was Lina or Darien. After snapping two of them in half she stopped her mindless planting and took a deep breath to calm herself. What had Darien and Lina been saying to Carl about them? She wouldn’t put it past either of them to try and break Carl and Joy up. Lina was probably having conniptions at the fact that her brother’s girlfriend was just a cashier at Superstore and not some society girl. And she already knew Darien’s opinion of people who lived in run-down little houses. Well, she was going to the dinner and the play and she was going to show them that you couldn’t judge people by their houses, or cars, or bank balances. She and Chandra and Joy were going to look so elegant they’d be blown away. She continued planting as she began visualising the dresses the three of them would have to start sewing right away if they were going to make any impression on those two snobs at all. 

 

~

 

“I don’t know why you invited all those people, Carl,” said Lina as she took one last look at her hair in the mirror. “Your little girlfriend is one thing, but to spend the evening in the company of the Jam Lady is just too much. ”

 

“I really like Elana,” said Justie, “and I see nothing wrong with the fact that she makes jam and sells it. It’s good jam.”

 

“That girl has a mouth on her,” said Lina. “She just sucks up to you to get free riding lessons for her snotty little kid.”

 

“Lina . . .” said Carl threateningly.

 

“It’s okay Carl,” said Justie. “I know Lina’s just jealous.”

 

“Jealous? Of her? Why? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

 

“Because Darien doesn’t look at you the way he looks at her,” said Justie with a smirk.

 

“That’s absurd,” said Lina with a dismissive toss of her head. But when Darien came down the stairs she went up to him and leaned seductively in a way that showed her endowments to full advantage. “Your sister’s being mean to me.”

 

“I’m sure you deserved whatever Justie said,” he responded almost absently as he looked over to Carl. “I’m sorry I made you wait. You might as well go and pick up Joy and her friends now - we’ll meet you there.”

 

“Okay,” he said, a little nervously, then he looked over at his sister. “And you behave – this is important to me.”

 

After Carl had gone, Lina picked up her jacket and gave Darien a beseeching look. “Help me into this?”

 

“You can’t put on your own jacket?” asked Justie as she watched the struggle Lina was having getting it on even with Darien’s help. “Should have bought one that fit you.”

 

“It was designed for me,” said Lina, pulling the skin-tight sleeves down to her wrists. 

 

“When you were six?” asked Justie.

 

“What is wrong with you two?” asked Darien. “C’mon, stop sniping at each other and let’s get going. Carl’s a nervous wreck as it is – he’ll be freaking out if we’re late.”

 

“She said something really nasty about Elana and Cody – I was just paying her back.”

 

“I don’t know why everyone is so ga-ga over them,” said Lina. “Elaine is always rude to me and I don’t see why she expects free lessons for her kid.”

 

“Her name is Elana,” said Darien as he opened the door. “Try to get it right for once.”

 

“And Cody’s lessons aren’t free – Elana just pays less because he helps me in the barn. It was my idea,” said Justie as she buttoned her coat.

 

“Well, don’t expect me to be drooling all over them like the rest of you,” said Lina. “And I think Darien’s got more sense than that too.” She glanced up at him provocatively, hoping that he would agree with her, but Darien was fumbling in his pocket for his keys, apparently not paying the slightest attention to anything she had just said.

 

~

 

“I’m still blown away by you insisting we get all swanked up,” said Chandra as she fastened a silver locket around Elana’s neck. “But I sure am glad you did. We are three gorgeous broads! Carl won’t know what hit him when he sees Joy.”

 

Elana was wondering if she had been in her right mind. When she looked in the mirror it was like she was looking at a stranger, with her hair swept up, Joy’s diamond studs in her ears, and make up. She hadn’t worn a dress in such a long time that she felt exposed. It was a very classic cut, sleeveless, with cross over straps in the back and a skirt that swirled just below her kneecaps. The ankle strap shoes borrowed from Chandra accentuated the shape of her legs. She felt a little more at ease when she put her jacket on. 

 

The doorbell rang and Chandra ran to get it. “Get ready for your big entrance, Joy,” she cried. But when she opened the door she suddenly went stock-still – whatever smart comment she had been about to make to Carl died on her lips.

 

“The least you could do is invite me in,” said Colin.

 

“I thought . . . we were meeting at the restaurant.”

 

“You look beautiful,” he said, lounging against the doorframe.

 

“Aw . . . sheesh . . . so do you.”

 

“I still don’t get to come in? Soon you’ll be heating the whole outdoors.”

 

“Get in here,” said Chandra, finally regaining her equilibrium. “And stop being a goof.”

 

Colin came in and looked over to Elana. “Wow! You look great too.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

“I’m almost afraid to see Joy, or I’ll be tempted to drive her as well and Carl will be left with no one.”

 

“You’re taking Elana too? And I thought it was me that you loved!” Chandra put her hand on her hip and pouted expressively.

 

“It is,” said Colin blandly, “but we’ll need Cody and Elana as chaperones. I couldn’t trust myself alone with you.”

 

“Smart-ass!” said Chandra, giving him a playful shove. “Wait till you see Cody – he looks like such a little gentleman – he’s even got a tie.”

 

Cody came into the room tugging at the thing. “Do I have to wear it? I can’t breathe.”

 

“It’s all part of becoming a man,” said Colin, squatting down to adjust it for him. “There you go – girls can’t put them on right.”

 

Just then three things happened at once: Joy entered the room, Colin emitted a low whistle, and the doorbell rang.

 

“Right on cue,” said Chandra as she opened the door for Carl.

 

He was looking a little anxious but his face changed upon seeing Joy. She looked like a Dresden doll in powder blue, with silver icicles hanging from her ears and dangling across the milky skin below her throat.

 

“Time for us to leave,” whispered Colin, and he shooed everybody else out of the house.

 

“I’m beginning to wish I didn’t invite all those people,” said Carl. He came forward and took her in his arms, his eyes not leaving her face. “I don’t see how anyone could possibly not love you.”

 

“Don’t worry – tonight will go well,” said Joy.

 

“So far it’s off to a great start,” said Carl, completely forgetting his sister’s snide remarks. The only thing of importance to him now was Joy. He leaned his head down and kissed her, gently at first but then with more feeling as she put her arms around his neck and responded.

 

“We’d better go,” she said when she finally pulled her head away. “They’ll be wondering where we are.”

 

“Let them wait,” he said and he kissed her again.

 

~

 

The Old House was, just as it sounded, a large old house - down by the Puntledge River - that had been converted into a restaurant. It was set in a beautiful garden, but the middle of December was not the time to be wandering about the premises looking at plants, so Elana only got a brief view as Colin escorted them into the building. They were led to their table in a private enclave and were taking their coats off when Darien arrived with Lina and Justie.

 

“Where’s Carl?” asked Lina, looking around.

 

“They’ll be here soon,” said Chandra, “Carl just arrived to pick Joy up when we left.”

 

“I’d say they’ll be a little while yet,” said Colin, and Chandra slapped his arm playfully. 

 

They all chose seats, Justie sitting between Elana and Cody, and Lina sliding in next to Darien, across from them. Chandra took the seat next to her and Colin sat at the end of the table, with Chandra on his left and Cody on his right. It didn’t take long for Lina to realise that though she was beside Darien, his gaze was directed across the table to where the Jam Girl sat with the candlelight casting a warm glow on her face. Lina contented herself in thinking that it threw deep shadows under her eyes, but as a precaution she shuffled her chair over, closer to Darien, and whispered in his ear to get his attention.

 

Darien was caught by the curl that had escaped above Elana’s ear to fall upon her cheek, the glint of the diamond stud, the honey colour of her throat. This wasn’t the dirt streaked Elana in old jeans or the tangle haired Lanea that crept through bushes. This was someone else, and he almost hadn’t recognised her as he’d come up the stairs and seen her standing there beside the table in her dark green dress, half leaning over towards Cody, the silky fabric softly draping itself over her body.

 

Lina whispered in his ear again, a little louder this time, and scowled as Justie’s smirk reached her from the other side of the table.

 

“Darien, I’m talking to you,” she finally said in exasperation.

 

He started and turned to her. “Sorry – I was thinking of something else – I didn’t hear you.”

 

“That’s okay, darling,” she said, casting her eyes across the table to see if Elana was watching. “You must be so preoccupied with business details. It’s hardly surprising when you have so many responsibilities with managing the stables and all your other properties.”

 

“I was actually thinking of something quite different,” he said.

 

“What wine do you want tonight?”

 

“Pick whatever you like.”

 

“But I want to be sure it’s something you like too.”

 

“I’m not having wine tonight – why don’t you ask the others so you can order a wine that everybody wants?”

 

“Not having wine? Don’t be so silly.” She turned her head from him and looked past Chandra to Colin. “Darien says he’s not drinking – you’ll have some wine with me, surely.”

 

Colin addressed the whole table. “What would everybody like? Red or white?”

 

Lina whispered in Darien’s ear again. “Now that’s done it. They’ll probably choose some crass stuff to go with their crass tastes.”

 

Darien turned to her and said in an undervoice, “I only see one person at this table who is anything approaching crass,” then he turned away again and raised his hand to catch the waitress’s attention.

 

Lina stared at Elana and then at Chandra wondering which one of the two he had meant, and then she looked at the little boy, who surprisingly was dressed quite presentably for once. It wasn’t him, or Justie, or Colin. She hoped it was Elana and that that was the reason Darien’s eyes kept drifting across the table.

 

Carl and Joy arrived just as the drinks were being ordered. Carl apologised for being late as he pulled out Joy’s chair for her and then took his own seat, but his apology did not seem sincere. His eyes were sparkling and he looked anything but sorry for having kept anybody waiting.

 

~

 

Aside from the fact that Elana had been unnerved by the amount of times she’d caught Darien’s eyes on her, she’d enjoyed her dinner. She didn’t mind the fact that the chair beside her was empty – she had Justie on the other side to talk to. Lina was far enough away that she never had to say anything to her, and Darien was either talking to his girlfriend, who was hanging on his arm most of the time, or to Joy who was sitting on his other side. Colin and Chandra were keeping their end of the table in giggles, so Cody was well entertained, and the food had been delicious. They did not sit long over the meal because there was the play to go to.

 

When they got to the parking lot and got into the cars, Elana was surprised to find herself alone in the front seat of Darien’s car with Darien Stewart himself. The other two vehicles had driven off and no one was standing around.

 

“Where’s Lina?” she asked a he turned his key in the ignition.

 

“I think she and Justie went with Carl and Joy.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Darien backed out of the parking stall and drove up to the road. “Did you enjoy dinner?”

 

“Yes,” she said, looking at the approaching headlights for a space he could pull into. ‘He must be liking this just as much as I am,’ she thought. And it seemed that she was correct in that assumption because nothing more was said in the few minutes it took to drive along Cliffe Avenue to the Sid Williams Theatre. Elana trained her eyes to the window, pretending to be interested in the businesses that they passed. When they parked Darien was out of the car and opening her door before she realised it. She got out and found herself surprisingly close to him. A light tang of ginger trailed on the cool night air. His cheek - so close to her eyes - was smooth, his sideburn perfectly trimmed. She’d never noticed the shape of his ear before. She caught her breath as he took her arm and escorted her to the stairs. The others had all gathered there. Justie grinned as they walked up and Lina darted forward.

 

“Darien darling,” she cried, “I don’t know what happened! I’m so sorry that I left you all alone!” She clung to his other arm.

 

“As you can see I wasn’t alone,” he said dryly.

 

Elana slipped her arm from his light grasp and joined Cody. She took a deep breath. The experience had been just too weird. She wasn’t going to let something like that happen again.

 

The play was marvellous. All thoughts of such unimportant people as Darien and Lina flew from Elana’s head. She was mesmerized by the actors upon the stage. For a young theatre company their performance was very compelling. Monica caught the character of Eliza perfectly: she was bold, forthright, and saucy, and she sang beautifully. After the curtain calls and standing ovations, Carl dragged everyone backstage to meet his goddaughter and present her with roses. Lina showered her with accolades, but Elana could see that Monica preferred Justie’s quiet praise.

 

“Should we all go for coffee?” asked Carl as they left Monica to get out of her costume and makeup.

 

“I’m calling it a night,” said Darien. “But thanks. The play was wonderful and I even think you succeeded in your objective for the evening.”

 

“Thanks,” said Carl, giving him a hug. “That means a lot to me.”

 

“I’ll talk to you later. Who is coming with me?”

 

Justie, who had been talking to Elana and Cody, answered him. “Could we give these two a ride home?”

 

“And of course I’m coming with you too,” said Lina, rubbing his arm.

 

“Yes, your car is parked at my place, isn’t it?”

 

Elana thought it was an odd remark to make to his girlfriend, but she soon dismissed it as she climbed into the back of his car with Cody and Justie. On the ride home Justie sang I Could Have Danced all Night the whole way, and the others joined in for the chorus, even Cody and Darien.

 

As she got into bed later, the song was still running through her head. Elana snuggled under her covers and went to sleep filled with a warm comfortable feeling.

 

~

 

Darien sat at his computer. It was late. Lina had come in instead of just driving straight home and it had been an hour before she had taken the hint and gone. Justie was going to hear about it in the morning, leaving for bed so quickly like that and eliminating his means of escape. He had wanted nothing more than to get back to his computer and write, ever since the play had ended. And now all he could do was sit and stare at the screen.

 

What he had said to Carl was true. For the first time he noticed that light that shone in Joy’s eyes when she looked at his friend. And talking to her he had discovered that she was more than just a pretty face. It was possible he was wrong about her after all – that there was no need to worry – that she did care but was cautious not to let it show too much. Anyway, it was evident from the way Carl was behaving that there was no going back for him, so there was nothing to do but allow him his head and hope for the best.

 

And his own obsession – was he any further ahead in solving it? He worried that Elana was beginning to mean more to him than just a muse. Tonight he’d listened to her conversation, watched her smile, driven with her, stood close enough to smell her subtle fragrance, taken her arm, and even heard her sing in the car on the way home. The green of her dress had made her hazel eyes darker – more vivid. And she had looked . . . very nice in it. He leaned back and thought about when they had been alone together in the car. A pity the drive wasn’t longer. No – maybe it was a good thing the drive wasn’t longer. They hadn’t talked – just her presence had been enough for him, and the soft guitar music on his stereo. It would be better if he didn’t think about it. Having her as a muse was one thing. Anything else was . . . improbable.

 

He clicked his mouse on his media player – put on Nick Drake’s “Northern Sky” – sat back again and let the music flow. It was the same song that had been playing in the car. He was crazy to sit there and listen to it and think of her. Foolish. Irresponsible. Irrational. But when it ended he played it again, and again, and again. And his fingers didn’t touch the keyboard at all.

 

Chapter 13

 

“So, what time did you get in last night?” Elana looked pointedly at Chandra as she came into the kitchen.

 

“I didn’t know you were my mother,” said Chandra with a wink, then she twirled around the room before sitting at the table.

 

“So you had a good time, I take it.”

 

“They don’t call the guy Fox for nothing,” Chandra smiled mischievously.

 

“I guess I’d better not ask any more questions. Looks like we’re reaching the point of too much information.”

 

“I wish!” Chandra checked the teapot and then got up to get a cup from the cupboard. “We went to that new little coffee place on Fifth. After we closed it down he drove me home.”

 

“And you shook hands on the doorstep, I suppose?” Elana smirked.

 

“Something like that,” said Chandra.

 

“If that’s all that happened why are you floating on air this morning?”

 

“He’s got a great handshake?”

 

“You’re dying to tell me what really happened.”

 

“Let’s just say I’ll be seeing him again soon.”

 

“How soon?” asked Elana, laughing at the smug look on her friend’s face.

 

Chandra checked her watch. “In about six and a half hours.”

 

“Man’s a fast worker!”

 

“What d’ya mean? It’s taken him over two months to ask me out!”

 

“Yeah, but now that he knows what he wants he’s not wasting any time.”

 

Chandra took a sip of her tea and looked at Elana speculatively. “Now we just gotta find you a man.”

 

“You and Joy took all the good ones,” Elana said flippantly. “Anyway, I don’t have time for anything like that right now.”

 

“We took all the good ones? How can you say that when there’s a hunk like Darien Stewart practically on your doorstep?”

 

“That’s completely ridiculous!” Elana looked at Chandra like there was something wrong with her. “For one thing, he’s not available, and even more to the point, we can’t stand each other.”

 

“Then why was he having trouble keeping his eyes off you last night?”

 

“He was probably totally amazed that I wasn’t wearing some skanky outfit.”

 

“No,” giggled Chandra. “Lina had that one covered – or should I say uncovered? She was almost falling out of her designer dress – if you could call what she was wearing a dress.”

 

~

 

“The least you could have done was take advantage of the situation after I went to so much effort to provide it for you,” Justie said, flipping the eggs over in the pan.

 

“What are you talking about?” Darien popped four slices of bread in the toaster and then turned back to his sister.

 

“Do you think it was an accident that you and Elana were alone together for the drive to the Sid?”

 

Darien drummed his fingers on the counter. When Justie was about ready to tell him that he was no Matt Cameron, he finally spoke. “I don’t need you to set things up for me.”

 

“Don’t you? You aren’t doing very well on your own, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

 

“The thing you fail to grasp,” said Darien, speaking slowly and with emphasis, “is that I’m not trying to do anything.”

 

“No,” said Justie, sliding the eggs onto their plates. “That is painfully obvious. What’s wrong with you?”

 

“I’m not interested in Elana.”

 

“Tell me another one.”

 

“Look . . .” Darien was interrupted by the toast popping. When he had buttered it and set it on the table he took a seat beside his sister and continued. “It’s not that simple. Can we talk about something else?”

 

“I guess we can, but you are very maddening, you know.”

 

“I know.” He smiled at her. “Thanks for the reprieve from Lina. It was a nice drive.”

 

“Even though you wasted it!”

 

Darien chose to ignore her remark. That particular subject was closed. “I wasn’t too crazy about what you did to me later in the evening, though.”

 

Justie had the grace to look guilty. “Oh?”

 

“It took me an hour to get rid of Lina last night, and there were things I would rather have been doing.”

 

“Just thought I’d impress on you what you’re in danger of getting stuck with if you don’t take any action.”

 

Darien shuddered. “It’s not gonna happen, Justie. Give me a little more credit than that.”

 

“That’s not what Lina thinks.”

 

Darien shrugged his shoulders and set about eating his eggs.

 

~ 

 

“Mom! Mom! We gotta get going. I can’t be late for my last game before Christmas.”

 

“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll be there on time. Do you have your sports bag and water bottle? I just have to get my shoes on.”

 

“Tell your hot coach not to worry – I’ll be there at game time,” called Chandra from the hall.

 

“Why should he care?” asked Cody as they ran out the door.

 

“He likes her,” said Elana.

 

“Oh, I knew that.” Cody threw his stuff into the backseat and then buckled up. “But this is a game. What he really cares about is if I get there on time.”

 

“I’ll get you there, bucko,” Elana said, grinning to herself.

 

When they got to the field, Colin looked at them and then his eyes drifted off behind them.

 

“She said not to worry – she’ll be here by game time.” Elana winked.

 

Cody rolled his eyes at his coach and heaved a big sigh.

 

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Colin said to Elana and then he ran onto the field with Cody to do the pre-game drill.

 

Elana shook her head, her eyes alight with laughter, and went over to talk to one of the other mothers while the kids did their warm ups.

 

Chandra brought Sam with her when she came. Cody waved at them from the centre of the field where he was practicing shots on goal, but Colin came running off the field. He said “Hi” to Sam and then took Chandra’s hand and pulled her a little way from the rest. Elana noticed him tuck Chandra’s hair behind her ear and then lean in and kiss her on the cheek. His arm slid around her back and he stood close, talking, until the head coach ran over and yelled, “C’mon, lover boy! The game’s about to begin.” All the boys on the field were giggling.

 

When Chandra rejoined Elana she gave her a quelling stare, but it only made Elana laugh harder.

 

“What? What?”

 

“You shouldn’t be distracting the coaches, Chandra. It’s the game that’s important, you know.”

 

“I can’t help it if I’m irresistible,” said Chandra, blowing on her fingernails and rubbing them on her jacket.

 

The whistle blew and the game started. One of the forwards passed the ball back to Cody at mid and he took it up the side and then crossed it. Elana was watching the play intently when someone tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Hi.” She looked around and there was Justie smiling at her, and behind Justie was Darien who smiled and then gazed fixedly out upon the field.

 

“Cody told us it was his last game before the holidays so we had to come and see it,” Justie said. “Which is his team?”

 

“The ones in blue,” said Darien before Elana could answer.

 

“That’s right,” Elana said. “He’s up over there, playing left mid.”

 

“I see him,” said Justie, and then she moved over behind Elana as if wanting to get a better look, ending up on her other side and leaving Elana between herself and Darien. Her new position brought her closer to Chandra and Sam and she began talking to them.

 

Elana was left wondering how she could politely move away. The last thing she wanted to do was watch Cody’s soccer game in the company of her neighbour. She turned her head resolutely towards the play where a goal attempt was being made and wished that the kids would maintain the play in that end of the field if only to keep Darien out of her sights. Luckily he was silent so far, and as Cody stood on the sidelines preparing for a throw in she hoped he remained that way. She saw no reason why he should want to talk to her anyway.

 

“He’s got a good strong throw.”

 

Elana nodded but said nothing and shifted over to her right. Chandra and Justie had moved further up the sidelines, deserting her. She saw no real reason why she felt compelled to stay where she was, but somehow she couldn’t move away. The opposition now had the ball and was carrying it across the centre line and Elana had to turn to watch as Cody ran hard into a defensive position. He tackled a forward for the ball and managed to kick it off to the side. She was cheering his play when she noticed Darien clapping and then giving him a thumbs up signal, which Cody returned.

 

The play resumed and Cody intercepted the throw in, dekeing around two players before he passed the ball up the side and then ran forward to be in line to receive it again. 

 

“He just doesn’t give up,” said Darien appreciatively. “And he makes things happen. Look how he just set up that shot.”

 

Elana flashed him a smile. She couldn’t help but feel warmed by praise for her child. “He loves being out there and getting in all the action.”

 

“He’s got your determination.”

 

‘My determination?’ Elana stared at Darien. How could he presume to know anything about her? She turned her head back to the game in time to see an excellent save by the opposing goalie, and did her best until half time to ignore the fact that Darien Stewart was anywhere close to her. She became completely involved in the game, jumping up and down and yelling encouragement. When the whistle blew and Cody came running off the field to her, she grabbed him in her arms and said, “You are totally awesome!”

 

“Thanks mom!” Cody looked around and then said, “Where’s Mr Stewart? I thought he was with you.”

 

“He wasn’t with me – he was just standing close to where I was.”

 

Cody rolled his eyes and then pointed off towards the concession stand. “There he is.”

 

“I think you’re right. He’s probably getting coffee for him and Justie. Do you want anything? Are you cold?”

 

“I’m so hot! When we’re short subs like this and I’m playing all the time it’s impossible to get cold.”

 

“Well you’re lucky then because I think my toes are going to fall off. It’s colder than I thought it would be – I should have worn a scarf. Is my nose all red?”

 

Cody scrunched up his eyes as he examined her face. “Like Rudolph’s.”

 

“Thanks, bud! That’s just what I needed to hear.”

 

“I’m going to go and get some oranges before they’re all gone,” said Cody, running over to where his teammates were jostling each other around a bucket.

 

As Elana stood and watched him, a smile spread over her face. He was growing so much and becoming so confident and independent. Joining the soccer team had been one of the best things for him and, she had to admit, the riding lessons too. He was developing into a strong, capable, and surprisingly athletic boy.

 

~ 

 

Darien hesitated as he approached Elana, not wanting to disturb her. The expression on her face as she watched her son almost took his breath away. Her eyes were suffused with light and the warmth of it seemed to spread across her face, smoothing away the tight lines that had been there earlier when she had regarded him. Lines that had been brought on, no doubt, by the cold. That was what had prompted him to go and get the hot drinks.

 

Finally he extended his hand towards her. “Hot chocolate?”

 

She turned her luminous eyes upon him, their expression subtly changing. “For me?”

 

“You looked cold.”

 

“What about Justie?” she said, glancing around.

 

He hadn’t even thought about Justie. “She can get her own. Take it . . . or don’t you like hot chocolate? I can get you a coffee if you’d rather.”

 

“No . . . um . . . hot chocolate is fine. Thanks.” She took the cup and held it between both hands, sipping cautiously.

 

“Do you think Cody would like one? I can give him mine and get another for myself.”

 

“No – no. I already asked him if he wanted something. He said he’d be fine with the oranges.”

 

“I was like that too when I used to play – but afterwards – my dad would take me for burgers and fries and a chocolate shake, and I’d still be hungry.”

 

She laughed and he enjoyed watching how her eyes crinkled at the corners and her nose scrunched up. He felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch her cheek, but he controlled it by turning and taking a large sip of his drink, almost scalding his mouth. Why did she have to be so damn appealing?

 

The game started again and he stood beside her, always conscious of her presence. She was completely immersed in the game and he found himself watching her reaction to it almost as much as the game itself. He said nothing more though, afraid that he had been paying too much attention to her and not wanting to inspire any false hopes. But it was more than he could do to move completely away from her. Usually he saw her from a distance, coming and going from her greenhouses, invariably pushing heavily laden wheelbarrows. Or fleetingly at the stables when she picked up Cody. Her closeness now was almost overwhelming and he chided himself for being a fool.

 

The game resulted in a nil - nil tie, and though it wasn’t the playoffs, both coaches opted to go into overtime. There was no game following theirs and the boys were all eager. It was still scoreless after the overtime period played out and there was nothing for it but to have a shoot out.

 

Cody ran off the field, ecstatic. “Mom! Mr Stewart! They picked me! I’m going fourth!”

 

“Of course they picked you honey,” said Elana. “They want to win.”

 

Darien grinned at him and gave him a high five before he ran back on again.

 

The opposing team got to go first and their first player put the ball into the net, going to the right while the goalie had guessed left. Cody’s teammate missed the goal completely. None of the next three shooters was able to get it past the goalies. Cody’s friend Bryce put the ball between the other goalie’s legs to tie it up, and then the next opposing player’s shot went off the cross bar. When Cody came up to the mark and ensured the ball was placed just as he wanted, Darien couldn’t resist the impulse to give Elana’s hand a comforting squeeze. He let go immediately and was jumping in the air clapping with everyone else when the well aimed ball sailed past the diving goalie’s hands and into the back of the net.

 

“His first goal!” cried Elana.

 

“And it was a beauty,” Darien said.

 

They watched with increasing tension as the next member of the opposition lined up for his shot. The ball went straight into the goalie’s hands and the game was over. Colin carried Cody off the field on his shoulders shouting, “This calls for pizza! My treat.”

 

After congratulating Cody on a well-played game and a great goal, Darien turned to Elana. “Justie and I need to get going now. Enjoy your pizza,” then he waited for his sister to say her goodbyes and strode off to the parking lot with her.

 

“Well, you did a little better this time,” teased Justie. “You should try talking more, though.”

 

“I already told you that I’m not trying to do anything.”

 

“The hot chocolate was a nice touch, I must admit.”

 

Darien threw his gloves at Justie and opened the car door. “Get in before I decide to leave you here.”

 

He picked up his gloves and then went around to the driver’s side. As he slid into his seat, Justie looked over to him. “You’re being very cautious. You used to be a bit more forward than this, though I admit you never had to exert yourself much. Just one of your smouldering looks would usually have them panting on your doorstep.”

 

“Can it, will you?” Darien put his car into gear and backed out of his parking spot with a little more force than necessary.

 

She reached out and placed her hand on his. “Sorry – I’m being insensitive. I didn’t realise that what Anya did to you still hurt so much.”

 

“Justie, when will you learn to stop jumping to conclusions?” He threw her a warm smile. “It’s been a couple of years and I’m all over that, really. I know Anya wasn’t right for me – actually she did me a favour by leaving.”

 

“I still can’t understand how she could have left you.”

 

Darien smiled at the loyalty of a sister who couldn’t understand any girl not thinking he was the perfect catch. “I didn’t want to leave the stables and she didn’t see a future for her art career here. She was right – she needed to be in a cultural centre like Toronto. She didn’t love me enough to settle for something less from her art and if I had really loved her as well as I thought I did, I should have been able to give everything over to a business manager and go with her. I’ve got investments in Toronto I could have managed instead.”

 

Justie looked over at him, her voice was very soft. “You never talked to me about it.”

 

“Of course not – I was pretty angry at the time.”

 

“So don’t shut me out now . . . about Elana.” Her expression was challenging.

 

“I’m not interested in Elana,” said Darien as he slowed down for a red light. He tried to keep his voice devoid of feeling.

 

“I just don’t understand you.”

 

“Which part of I’m not interested in Elana don’t you understand?”

 

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. What’s that all about?”

 

Darien sighed. He was going to have to say something or she would never get off his case. “She’s vibrant. She has energy that is very . . . attractive. I like the way she looks. Isn’t it possible to appreciate those things without being interested in her?”

 

“Apparently not,” Justie said, shaking her head at him. “Apparently not.”

 

~

 

The impromptu pizza party had been fun. The pizza place had been crammed full of over-exuberant boys, who had to be watched carefully so that they didn’t spike the jugs of pop with salt and pepper and crushed chillies.  Sam had driven Chandra’s car home because Colin would not let her go. Literally. He’d grabbed her by the waist and threatened to throw her into the Puntledge if she’d even contemplated not spending the rest of the day with him.

 

Cody was on a high the rest of the afternoon. He’d joined Elana in the greenhouse, filling flats for her to plant cuttings into. He detailed every second of his goal, from the placing of the ball to how many steps he took backwards, the speed of his run up, the angle of his kick, the dexterity of the goalie, the way the ball had blown past the reaching hands, and the way the net had shook from the force of the ball hitting it. Elana smiled indulgently through every retelling.

 

For supper they just ate salad and then watched a video with Carl and Joy before going to bed. Elana retired at the same time as Cody. Not only was she tired, but she wanted Joy and Carl to enjoy some quiet time on their own. She lay down in her bed and attempted to read a book, but her mind kept going back to the game. It would have all been so perfect if Darien Stewart hadn’t been there. She had to admit it was nice of him to get her the hot chocolate, but she suspected that he had really bought it for Justie and had offered it to her on the spur of the moment when he’d seen her bright red nose.

 

And what had he meant by grabbing her hand like that? At the time she had been so nervous that the encouraging squeeze had actually calmed her, but afterwards she’d had a hard time explaining it to herself. Had he been as caught up in the game as she was so that he had acted out of pure instinct that had superseded his true feelings?  It was the only thing that made sense to her. He certainly couldn’t have acted out of compassion – he was too hard-nosed and heartless for that. And what was he insinuating when he’d made that comment about her determination? He obviously still held it against her that she had not just given up and sold out when she’d seen what a mess her place was in.

 

She realised she’d never be able to concentrate on her book, so she turned out the light. Moonlight streaked her walls through the gap in her curtains. She stared at the slivery light and thought of all the work that awaited her in the morning. She wasn’t dreading it – she was looking forward to it. Whatever Darien Stewart thought about it all, she was proud of her determination. Proud that she hadn’t given in to him and taken the easy way out.

 

Chapter 14

 

“This is the store, Mom!” Cody pulled Elana through the door of Hot Chocolates. “Bryce’s mom told me they have the best chocolate in town.”

 

“And the most expensive,” said Elana.

 

“But Mom! I want to get really nice presents.”

 

“Then they’ll have to be small.” Elana, smiled at the look of entreaty on his face.

 

After they had tasted the samples that were offered at the counter, Elana had to agree that the chocolates were very good. Cody looked at all the various sizes of boxes and quickly resigned himself to the ones that held three truffles for five dollars. He picked up one for each coach and one for his teacher and then he looked over to Elana. “Can I buy one for Mr Stewart as well as for Justie?”

 

“He’s not a teacher or a coach,” Elana said. “You’ve got no reason to give him a present.”

 

Cody sighed, and then reached for one of the boxes that held six truffles. “I’m going to get Justie a bigger box, then.”

 

“Cody . . .”

 

“Mom – please?”

 

Elana knew what he intended by buying Justie twice the amount, but it was Christmas and Cody seemed determined. She couldn’t stifle his caring, generous nature just because of her own feelings. Cody had a huge smile on his face when he walked out of the store clutching the bag that held the four red boxes.

 

“Thanks, Mom.” He gave her a big hug before they walked up the sidewalk to where they’d parked the car. They delivered the coachs’ presents to their homes and Cody gave his teacher her present on the last day of school before the holidays. There was still one more riding lesson on the Tuesday before Christmas and Elana organised with Cody that she would bring the present for Justie with her when she came to pick him up afterwards.

 

~

 

Darien paced about his room. The book he and Justie had picked out for Cody was wrapped and he would have to go down with it in a moment. He looked with indecision over to the table by the window. The raku bowl sat there, winter sun glinting from the swathes of gold on its inner surface. He walked over and picked it up for about the fifteenth time and then placed it down again, shaking his head. He wanted her to have it but how could he give it to her? Especially in front of Justie – he would not be able to convince his sister of his indifference if he was seen giving gifts to Elana. He was far from indifferent, anyway, but it was better that neither girl knew anything of the feelings that were warring inside of him. For as much as he understood he should not expose himself, in his mind the bowl was not his. It belonged to her. And whenever he looked at it all he saw was her – it was a distraction that had to go. He took one last long look at it then picked up Cody’s present and headed out the door.

 

He arrived at the barn just as Cody was finished currying his horse. Darien stopped in the doorway and stood still. Elana was leaning against the loose box, watching her son. She was wearing old jeans and a heavy sweater, her hair caught back in an elastic, a few strands falling free. He knew she would probably already be there but still the sight of her hit him with as much force as if he hadn’t expected to see her. He hoped that she wouldn’t notice his presence too quickly – he wanted time just to gaze upon her unguarded expression. Lanea would have just that same look as she watched her fledgling hawk. The same dappled light on her cheeks, only filtered through trees and not a barn window.

 

Darien heard Justie come in from the riding ring. She was shaking a bell-covered halter and singing Jingle Bell Rock. He quickly moved forward and turned his head in her direction.

 

“Look what I found,” she cried. “Now all we need is some snow and a sled, though I guess a hay wagon will have to do.”

 

“I’m sure Lina would love to go carolling with you sitting on bales of hay.”

 

Justie giggled. “Can’t you just see it?” Then she turned to Elana. “Would you like to come with us?”

 

“When is this?” asked Elana.

 

“Christmas Eve.”

 

“Oh. I don’t think I’ll have time. We’re having our big dinner that night because Joy and Chandra are spending Christmas day with their families.”

 

Justie gave Darien a meaningful glance and then said, “So you’re just going to eat leftovers on Christmas day? Why don’t you come to dinner with us?”

 

“Sorry – I guess I gave you the wrong idea.” Elana sounded startled, and then continued almost apologetically. “I’m cooking a small turkey for Cody and Sam and me on Christmas day. For Christmas Eve we’re having something different – but thanks for the invitation.”

 

“We’ll have you two over for dinner another time then, right Darien?” Justie had a distinct twinkle in her eyes when she looked at her brother.

 

He remained as unaffected as possible and answered with polite formality. “Of course. I hope you will be able to make it next time.”

 

Cody came out of the stall at that moment, smiled at everyone, and walked over to Elana. “I’m all done! Mom, did you bring it?”

 

She took her hands from behind her back and handed him the box.

 

“I got this for you,” he said, holding it out to Justie, and then he shot his mother a quick glance, “but it’s really for both of you to share. Merry Christmas.”

 

Justie gave Cody a hug as she took the present, thanking him and saying that Hot Chocolates were her favourite.  Darien crouched down to his eye level. “Thanks Cody, we have something for you too.”  He handed Cody the present and then tousled his hair. “Have a good Christmas – both of you.” He looked up to Elana as he said this and then stood, without taking his eyes from her.

 

“Thank you. You have a good Christmas too – C’mon Cody, we’d better get home.” Elana took her son’s hand and they both waved.

 

Justie accompanied them out of the barn, but Darien stayed where he was and just looked over at the spot where Elana had stood earlier. Nothing but dust motes floating in the patches of filtered light remained, but he could clearly see a vision of Lanea, hazel eyes troubled. Lanea preparing to defend the honour of her people, her courage a thin tight line stretched to the point of breaking. As the scene developed more fully he turned back to the door. He needed to get to his computer to pound out the way the cold air felt upon her face as she came out from under the trees into the brisk wind and called her hawk to her wrist. The way her footsteps echoed softly through the forest as she clambered up the rocky trail, coming ever closer to the disturbing mist that hid the crest of the mountain.

 

The mountain mist dissipated. Justie was suddenly in front of him, her hands on her hips. “I hope you will be able to make it next time? What kind of an invitation was that? I left it open for you to invite them for New Year’s Day.”

 

“And I left it even more open then that,” said Darien.

 

“One of those meaningless invitations like let’s go for coffee sometime!”

 

“I didn’t like the spot you put me in.”

 

“Well if I didn’t put the onus on you, you wouldn’t have said anything,” Justie said reasonably.

 

“And I would have preferred it that way. I’ll see you later, Justie, I have to get back to some business on my computer.”

 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were caught up in some weird cyber world, the amount of time you spend on your computer.”

 

Darien grinned. “Nothing quite so exciting, just boring contracts to read and letters to write.”

 

“Promise me you won’t be at it all night,” said Justie, laying her hand upon his arm. “All work and no play makes Darien a bit of a recluse.”

 

“I’ll spend the evening with you, I promise,” Darien said as he strode off, but once the mists had cleared again and he had left Lanea safely holed up with a small band of loyal mountain folk, it was almost nine-thirty and his dinner was waiting in the microwave.

 

~ 

 

Elana put the red ball a little higher on the tree this time. Smeagol was having too much fun removing the lower decorations and scattering them all over the living room.  The tree still looked great, though. Sam had brought it in a week before, cut from somewhere in the backfield. It was nothing special, just a young Douglas fir – sparse and a little lopsided, but the decorations and lights had transformed it. And now the growing pile of presents under it made it all the more intriguing.

 

Sam had lit the fire, and the house was warm from cooking. All that was left was for the guests to arrive – Carl and Colin.

 

“Have you seen those Christmas napkins I bought?” called Chandra from the kitchen.

 

“I think they’re in the cupboard above the fridge,” Elana answered as she moved another decoration away from Smeagol’s batting paw. “Silly kitty! Can’t you just be satisfied with the ones you already have?” As if in answer of this question Smeagol did a running dive and attacked a little clothespin drummer boy, sending him flying across the room. Elana laughed and shook her head, then returned to the kitchen to see if the spinach quiche was ready to come out of the oven yet.

 

“Stop picking at the mushroom tarts, Chandra.”

 

“Who, me?” said Chandra, swallowing quickly.

 

Joy came in the room just as Elana was taking the quiche out of the oven. “Don’t turn it off yet – I want to put the cabbage rolls back in for a bit.”

 

“There’s the door,” Chandra cried. “I can’t get it – I’m having enough trouble trying to fold these napkins into mangers – what was Martha Stewart thinking? Cody! Can you get it?”

 

Cody put the knives and forks down on the table in a pile. “Sure – I can’t remember which side of the plates to put these on anyway.”  He ran from the room and soon they heard him talking to someone.

 

Elana wiped her hands on her apron and took it off. “I guess I can go out and entertain whoever it is now, though it has to be one of your boyfriends.”

 

“I won’t be a minute,” said Joy.

 

Carl was standing in the middle of the living room, holding a bag of presents in one hand and a single wrapped box in the other.

 

“Who are you? Santa?” asked Elana, giving him an awkward hug. “Can I take that stuff and put it under the tree?’

 

“I can do it,” said Carl, “but this one isn’t from me. I found it on the porch. Here.” He passed her the present and went to unload his bag under the tree.

 

“Who would leave a present on the porch?” asked Elana as she looked at the gift card. “It just says Elana on it and nothing else.”

 

“Don’t ask me – I thought you would know. Maybe Sam left it there.”

 

“No, he’s already put his under the tree.”

 

Joy came into the room then and got a much better hug from Carl than Elana did, and a kiss to go with it. “Merry Christmas Eve, beautiful.”

 

Elana put the present under the tree, still puzzled about it. It was wrapped in blue, green, and gold paper, with an even darker blue satin bow. Elana  was printed in concise block letters on a gold card. There was no message at all, but hopefully there would be something inside to indicate whom it was from. The options were not unlimited. She barely knew anyone, and besides her family who had mailed all her presents weeks in advance, all her best friends would be there that night.

 

Colin and Sam arrived almost simultaneously a few minutes later. Neither of them knew anything about the present.

 

“Seems to me,” said Chandra who had just come in from the kitchen, “that you have a secret admirer.”

 

“Maybe it’s from one of your business contacts,” Joy said.

 

“Your back ordered mister heads!” Chandra cried. “Specially wrapped for Christmas – you’ll find the packing slip enclosed.”

 

“That makes about as much sense as anything else I can think of,” said Elana.

 

“So open it already!”

 

“No – I’ll save it for Christmas morning just like all the rest of my presents.”

 

“The suspense is going to kill me!” Chandra reached under the tree for the package. “I’ll rip it open for you right now.”

 

Colin grabbed her from behind and pulled her away from the tree. “No you don’t. If you are so desperate to open a present, open one of the ones I’ve brought.”

 

“Which one?”

 

“This one,” he said, and he turned her in his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips.

 

“Oooh, I like that one.” Chandra slipped her arms around his neck. “Could I have another peek?”

 

He put his mouth to her ear. “Ask me later and I’ll give you more than just a peek.”

 

Elana pretended to cough discreetly. “Do I smell something burning? I think dinner must be ready.”

 

The meal was delicious. Afterwards they all sat around the fire singing Christmas carols. Later they were each allowed to open one present. Everyone wanted Elana to open the mystery present but she chose a small one that had been sent by her parents. It was a pendant – a silver bird with its wings spread in flight.  Cody opened his present from Justie and Darien. It was a book about the care and grooming of horses. The others all opened the presents Cody had given them – he’d insisted on it. Chandra and Joy both got Christmas socks, Sam got a chain for hanging his reading glasses around his neck, and Carl got new blades for his razor.

 

“You already gave me a gift, sport,” said Colin as Cody handed over his present.

 

“Just open it,” Cody said, grinning.

 

It was a picture from the pizza party, enlarged on Chandra’s computer. Colin was sitting at the table with about half the team crowding behind him, each boy trying to make a sillier face than the other.

 

“My best present yet!” he laughed.

 

~

 

On Christmas morning Elana finally opened the mystery present. She’d left it till last, wanting to spend time on all the gifts from Cody and her family and all her friends. She was surrounded by boxes with soft fluffy scarves, sweaters, and socks sticking out from them. Books, kitchen gadgets and chocolates. Cody placed the box in her hands.

 

“Well, here goes nothing,” she said as she slipped off the blue satin bow and tore into the wrapping.

 

“Anyone want to lay a bet?” asked Chandra.

 

A simple box with no markings was revealed. Elana opened it, lifted out a few layers of tissue and then stared, speechless.

 

“Well? Not the backordered misters?”

 

“No,” Elana said, her voice awed. “Which one of you bought me this?” She took the bowl out carefully, cupping it gently with her palms. The pink, the green, the gold and the charcoal were all as perfectly placed as she remembered. “Joy? You knew I wanted it.”

 

“It wasn’t me,” Joy said. “If I bought it would I have got you a sweater too? I wish I’d thought of it, though.”

 

“Don’t look at me – I gave you dangly earrings.” Chandra reached out to take it from her. “Is this the same bowl you told me about – the one that got sold at the fair before you could buy it?”

 

“Yes,” said Elana softly. “It’s my bowl. But if it wasn’t you two, who . . .”

 

“Santa,” Cody said.

 

“Somebody obviously knew you wanted it,” said Chandra.

 

“But there is no one else who could know. And don’t try to tell me that the potter wanted me to have it so badly that instead of offering me a deal on it he discovered my name and address, hid it away until Christmas, and then secretly left it on my doorstep. That’s about as believable as Santa.”

 

“Well, I never told Carl about it, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Joy said.

 

“He did bring it into the house,” said Elana. “We only have his word to say it was left on my porch.”

 

“Why wouldn’t he just give it to you then, instead of buying the scarf and gloves I helped him pick out?”

 

“Maybe he thought I would think it was too expensive  – I don’t know.”

 

“Don’t question it,” Chandra said, passing the bowl back to Elana. “It’s yours now – enjoy it.”

 

“Oh I will.” Elana caressed the interior of the bowl. “I just wish I knew who to thank.”

 

The rest of her Christmas day was quiet but very sweet. She spoke at length on the phone to her parents and her sisters while the turkey dinner cooked itself, as turkey dinners do so well. She and Cody read books and played with Smeagol. Sam came and spent the evening with them, telling tales of his youthful adventures that took him the length and breadth of Vancouver Island. Elana suspected they were much embellished, but that only added to their charm. After tucking a contented Cody into bed a little after midnight, she was ready to fall into her own.

 

The raku bowl sat upon her dresser, looking as if it had been made for the room. She was completely unable to decipher the mystery of its appearance on her doorstep, but she was beyond caring now. It fit. It was hers. That was enough.

 

 

The week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve was quiet and uneventful. A light dusting of snow fell and Elana and Cody tried to make a snowman, without much luck. Cody had no school, but for Elana there was still much work to be done as she planted flat after flat with seeds. Cody helped her and Sam part of the time but he also went out to play with friends or had them over. Their plans for New Year's Eve were much the same as those for Christmas: dinner, a quiet evening, and then a dozen grapes each at midnight before running out into the still night to bang pots and pans together.  Sam was going to build a great bonfire and after the noise making they were to roast marshmallows as they watched myriad sparks dance into the night sky

 

~

 

Darien had a quiet New Year’s Eve too. Lina was determined to coax him into going to the party she and Justie were attending, but no amount of pouting, cajoling, or stalking about in a state close to fury could change his decision not to go out.

 

“You two enjoy your evening,” he said with finality. “And I’ll enjoy mine.”

 

“But you’ll be all alone,” said Lina, sitting on the arm of his chair and stroking his cheek. “I’m almost tempted to stay at home and keep you company so you have someone to ring in the new year with.”

 

“Not on your life!” Justie grabbed her arm and pulled her up. “If Darien wants to be a hermit, let him. I’m not arriving at that party by myself, and I’m not staying home on New Year’s Eve while my brother types away on his computer. Anyway, I want to meet this really cute guy you keep telling me about.”

 

“Oh yes – Greg! He is so perfect for you. He’d be perfect for me if I wasn’t already taken.”

 

“You’re taken?” asked Justie. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

 

“Darien, darling, tell your sister not to be so . . .”

 

“Obnoxious? Obvious? Obtuse? Obfuscatory?”

 

“I’m not being obfuscatory,” Justie said, giggling. “You are.”

 

Lina stamped her foot. “I have no idea what either of you is talking about! Darien this is your last chance or I’m going without you.”

 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all night, Lina. Go, and have a good time.”

 

Lina groaned in annoyance, grabbed her jacket, flounced out of the room, and slammed the door behind her.

 

“I’d better follow her before she leaves without me,” said Justie giving her brother a quick kiss on the forehead. “I hope this guy is worth it.”

 

Darien laughed and then sat back in his chair to enjoy the luxurious quiet. The last thing he wanted was to be at some noisy party making inane conversation he could barely hear and having Lina act as if he belonged to her. If he was really honest with himself there was only one person he really wanted to be with, but she was completely and totally wrong for him. He had to get over his pointless longing. He had to stop letting her infiltrate his thoughts as relentlessly as she did. He had to finish the book and eliminate her from his mind. Lanea was stumbling through bushes, leading him towards the climax of his story. And as long as her tale was unresolved Elana would be constantly in his thoughts.

 

The solution was just too easy. He went up to his room and typed furiously. He couldn’t understand why, when he finally looked away from his computer monitor two hours later Lanea was no closer to resolving anything and, in fact, mired deeper in problems than she had been before he had begun. He wondered what had distracted him from the trail of letters he was leaving upon the white screen in front of him, and became aware of the sound of banging coming from outside. He looked back at the corner of his monitor. 12:02. Midnight. He’d practically missed midnight. The clanging outside stopped, but he got up anyway and walked over to the window.

 

A fire was burning like a beacon through the trees. He opened his window and leaned out into velvet darkness. The night was mild. The air smelled of wood smoke - fir and cedar. Three figures ranged in front of the blaze - shadowy silhouettes that wandered between darkness and light. He sat on the sill and thought of being there by the bonfire with them. Of the fire’s glow upon her face, flames glinting in her eyes, and he let his mind travel where he never allowed it go.

 

Later he translated it all upon the screen – wavering black font against the bright white. Unlike the situation with him and Elana, there had been someone at that fire for Lanea. In fiction complications could be dissolved with a few lines. Life was nothing like that.

 

 

Chapter 15

 

The weather continued mild through to the middle of January when soccer season started again. It was a big difference for Elana and Cody who were used to subzero weather and snow for most of the winter, not drizzly, spring-like days. The fields were wet and muddy, and Elana suspected that Cody was slide checking more than usual just for the sensation of slipping through the mud on his side. As Elana shoved the grimy socks, jersey and shorts into her washer she thought back to the game. Darien Stewart had been on the sidelines on the opposite side of the field for a good deal of it. He’d spoken to Colin at half time and waved at Cody, but thankfully hadn’t come across to where she was. It still bothered her that he had been there, though. Why had he come? She turned the dials and closed the washer with a bit more force than she’d intended.  She was standing over it trying to curb her annoyance when the phone rang.

 

Elana ran into the kitchen and grabbed the phone before the answering machine kicked in. It was the bus station. Her father had shipped a trunk loaded with stuff he had found in the attic and it was there for pick-up. Just when she thought she might have time to sit back and drink a cup of tea, something always came up. She grabbed a note pad and scribbled a shopping list to take advantage of the trip into town, then quickly tied her hair back in a ponytail and threw on a jacket. She bought her groceries first and then drove to the bus station where the attendant loaded the trunk into the back of her station wagon.

 

When she got home Sam was nowhere around, so she opened the front door and the door to her bedroom in readiness and then went to get the trunk out of her car by herself. It was heavier than she expected, but she managed to drag it out, breaking one of the side handles in the process. With her hands underneath the two ends, she awkwardly hefted it out and up, and then turned towards the house. And with the turn her back twinged so sharply that she staggered and almost dropped the trunk. It was slipping from her grasp. As she struggled to regain her hold of it, her load suddenly lightened. For a moment all she could do was stand with her eyes closed, holding the spot where her back had cramped up.

 

“Thanks Sam . . . I think I pulled a muscle. Can you take it into the house for me?”

 

“Why were you trying to carry something so heavy by yourself?”

 

Elana’s eyes flew open. The voice was not Sam’s. Darien Stewart was looking at her over the top of the trunk. “Are you okay?” he asked.

 

She tried to walk and winced. “I’m fine.”

 

“You don’t look fine. Let me get this into the house and then I’ll see what I can do . . .”

 

“I can take care of myself,” said Elana as she began hobbling towards the house.

 

Darien followed her. When he got to the living room he looked around. “Where do you want it?”

 

“Just put it down anywhere.”

 

“If I do that you’ll just have to move it again, and you’re in no condition to. I can put it where it needs to go.”

 

“I can get Sam to do it later.”

 

“I’m here now, and I’m already holding it, and may I remind you that it’s heavy? Do you want me to put my back out too?”

 

Elana gave up. She had no idea where Darien Stewart had come from or why he was helping her but her back hurt so much that she wasn’t going to argue with him. “It . . . it goes in my bedroom. Through that door. You can put it against the wall by the wardrobe.” ‘My God,’ she thought suddenly, ‘He’s going into my bedroom. I hope I made the bed this morning. I hope there’s no underwear lying around.’

 

She heard him drop the trunk to the ground and expected him to come out again right away, but he didn’t and everything was silent. She dragged herself to the doorway and looked into her room. He was just standing in the middle of the floor staring at her bed.

 

~ 

 

Darien stood up from placing the trunk against the wall and was about to leave the room when the carving on the wardrobe caught his eye. He’d seen that bird before. He ran his hand across the twisted vines that curved above the mirror and then looked around the room. The dresser was there too, and the bed – only the bird on the headboard was missing a wing. What was his mother’s old furniture doing in Elana’s bedroom? He remembered when his dad had sold it, after his mom had died. He’d asked to be able to keep it but his dad had said it was just old junk. In the past few years he’d looked, but he’d never found furniture like it anywhere, and now here it was, right next door to him in Elana’s bedroom, of all places. Had it been here all along?

 

His eyes lit upon the dresser and there sat the raku bowl looking completely at home on the golden oak. It had been right to give it to her, so right.

 

He turned and saw Elana in the doorway, looking tense and just a little angry, and he realised he must have been standing in her bedroom staring at her furniture for quite some time. Rather than explain himself he walked towards her and asked her how she was feeling.