Holly's Heart Collection Two

by Beverly Lewis

  Climbing up the ladder, I slid the wooden door open in the ceiling. The place was dark and dusty as before, but with a sense of purpose this time, I snapped on the light and made my way to the gray trunk.

  Fooling with the latch, I made a surprising discovery. It was unlocked now. Someone had come up here yesterday after I left. I was sure of it.

  Carefully, I lifted the lid. My eyes scanned the shoe boxes lined in a row. Scrapbooks—featuring Mom and Daddy, before Carrie and I were born—were piled up neatly, just as I’d seen them yesterday. But Grandma’s letters were gone. I moved several scrapbooks, thinking they might have slipped down farther into the trunk. But no, the letters were missing. Someone had removed Grandma’s letters from the trunk.

  Soon the sound of car doors slamming and the voices of my family returning home from church floated up to the attic. Puzzled at the strange turn of events, I closed the lid, turned off the light, and climbed down the ladder.

  I couldn’t believe it. Had Stephie tattled to Mom?

  GOOD-BYE, DRESSEL HILLS

  Chapter 15

  As soon as supper was over, I cornered Stephie.

  “Come to my room,” I whispered.

  “What for?”

  “You’ll see,” I said, taking her hand.

  When we got to my room, I closed the door. “Did you tell anyone about yesterday? You know, when you caught me reading letters in the attic?”

  Her chestnut hair flew back and forth as she shook her head.

  “Are you positive?”

  “I kept my promise,” she said. “Carrie doesn’t even know.”

  “Good girl,” I said, more puzzled than ever.

  “Can I go now?” she asked.

  I nodded. What was happening here? I wondered about it as I headed down the stairs to the kitchen.

  Carrie stopped me in the dining room. “Some guy at church gave me this.” She waved an envelope in my face.

  “Yeah,” Phil said. “Jared misses you.”

  “Spare me,” I groaned, snatching up the envelope.

  “Holly, I could use some help,” Mom called from the kitchen. “You too, Phil.”

  Phil complained. “It’s not my turn.”

  Without looking up from the sink, Mom said, “Better check the duties chart.”

  Phil didn’t bother to check, but I did. As always, Mom was right. Grumbling as usual, Phil carried dirty dishes into the kitchen from the dining room. When the last dish was on the counter and ready for scraping, he disappeared. Mom and I were alone at last.

  I wimped out on the divorce question and asked permission to stay in Dressel Hills with Andie instead. “It wouldn’t be for very long, really,” I pleaded. “Only about two and a half months.”

  Not surprisingly, Mom countered my request. “Mrs. Martinez has her hands full with three-year-old twins. She doesn’t need an extra person around.”

  I could see this was going nowhere fast. “You don’t want me to stay and finish the school year, is that it?”

  Mom wrung out her dishcloth. “It’s much more than that, Holly-Heart,” she said, turning to look at me. “I simply don’t want to split up our family. We need each other—now more than ever.”

  Mom really loved her kids, all six of us. And she was giving me the only response I could have expected from a mom with a hang-up for nurturing. But it made me mad that she couldn’t make an exception just this once.

  She pulled her hair back into a ponytail for a second, then let it fall. “Could we consider this case closed, please?” She wasn’t kidding. I could tell by the look in her eyes.

  “Oh, Mom, I just wish—”

  “Holly, please,” she interrupted. “I’m sorry, but it’s out of the question. We’re leaving here together.”

  Silently, I loaded the dishwasher. None of this was fair. I could hardly wait to exit the kitchen and hide out in my room. Besides, Jared’s letter was burning a hole in my jeans pocket.

  Closing the dishwasher, I started the wash cycle. Then, without a word to Mom, I hurried off to my room.

  Jared’s letter turned out to be much more civil than the one at school. He said he was sorry I was sick and hoped I would be at school tomorrow “so we can talk at lunch.”

  But more than anything, I could read between the lines. He wanted me tied up with him the last weeks of my life in Dressel Hills. Why? It was easy to second-guess him. Sean Hamilton had to be the one and only reason.

  Early Monday morning, Mom knocked on my bedroom door. “Holly? Are you awake?”

  I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus them. “Uh-huh,” I grunted.

  She came in and sat on the edge of my bed, holding up some jeans I’d thrown in the laundry. I looked closer. They were my jeans from Saturday. In the confusion of my first waking moments, I hadn’t the faintest idea why she was here.

  Then she pulled something out of those jeans. Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I stared. It was the envelope to Grandma Meredith’s letter. Was I in for it now!

  “So…what do you know about this?” Mom asked.

  There was no way I could talk my way out. So I told the truth right up front. “I was reading Grandma’s letter to you.”

  “You were snooping in my things?” she asked. I was worried by the way her eyes squinted shut. It spelled trouble, with a capital T.

  “I guess you could say that.” This sure sounded worse than it had seemed on Saturday.

  “Are you saying you didn’t even attempt to control yourself?” Mom’s eyes were squintier than I’d seen them in years.

  I nodded.

  “How many letters did you read?” It was a pointed question. She was worried, it seemed. Very worried.

  “Just that one—I mean, just the one that was in there.” I wasn’t handling this very well. Mom was mad and had a right to be. But I wanted answers and deserved to have them. I took a deep breath and sat up.

  Startled by my abrupt movement, Mom leaned back a bit.

  “I’ve been dying to have this talk with you,” I began. “It’s time. I mean, I think I’m old enough to know certain things.”

  Mom’s jaw was set, but slowly her eyes became less squinty. “To know what?”

  I took a deep breath. “About what happened between you and Daddy.”

  Mom stared down at the envelope, tracing the edges with her finger. This discussion wasn’t going to be easy for her, that was obvious.

  Hesitantly, I voiced The Question. “Why did Daddy leave us?”

  Sadness reigned as Mom spoke. “That’s difficult to answer. It involves far more than you can imagine.”

  Visions of hideous things flashed across my mind. Had there been another woman? Was Dad unfaithful?

  “In many ways, it was my fault as well as your father’s,” she began. “He had a wonderful career opportunity in California. I was stubborn—didn’t want to leave our quiet town or our beautiful home. On top of that, I have always disliked big-city life. But your father was insistent upon moving. So I agreed that he should go to the West Coast by himself, hoping that after a few months there he’d change his mind and come home.”

  She sighed. “But it didn’t work out that way. Instead, he found the business market stimulating and couldn’t pry himself from it. Not even enough to come home when I had trouble with my pregnancy.”

  I gasped. “You were expecting another baby?”

  Mom nodded slowly. “I wanted that child desperately, but I miscarried.” She paused to wipe her eyes. “In the end, I blamed your father for what happened. It was a very tense time for us.”

  “Daddy didn’t want the baby?” I asked timidly.

  “He viewed the pregnancy as a power thing—a way for me to keep him in Dressel Hills.”

  It was hard to comprehend—Daddy treating Mom so poorly.

  “I don’t want you to worry about how your dad feels about you or Carrie. You had nothing to do with the divorce,” Mom said.

  Her words echoed in my brain. No wonder she didn’t want me
to find out about this in a letter. I was surprised that she’d told me at all.

  Mom pulled me close. “Things could’ve been so different if I’d known the Lord back then. We could’ve been spared so much.”

  I looked up, fighting back the tears. “I pray for Daddy’s salvation every day.”

  “I’m glad you do, honey.”

  That’s when I told her about last Christmas Eve at Daddy’s. “He read the Christmas story from the Bible to all of us. I was so excited.” I went on to tell her about the man in his office who’d given Daddy a Bible. How he’d begun to read it—starting with Matthew’s gospel.

  A smile swept across Mom’s face. Suddenly she looked years younger. “That’s wonderful news,” she said. “If he’s reading the Bible and talking to his Christian friend at work, perhaps our prayers will be answered.”

  Mom hugged me hard and tiptoed out of the room, my dirty jeans in one hand and the empty envelope in the other. What had started out as an impossible conversation had ended up being the most incredible heart-to-heart talk ever.

  All day at school, I mulled the conversation with Mom over in my mind. Even when Jared wanted to talk about “us” during lunch, my mind was on Daddy and what had pulled him and Mom apart.

  “I don’t know how we can patch things up between us with you in never-never land,” Jared said, leaning to look me square in the face.

  “Oh, sorry.”

  “You okay?” he asked gently.

  “Let’s put it this way: I’ve had better days.”

  “Yeah, me too,” he said, probably referring to the standoff between us.

  “If we could just be friends and not so exclusive, how would you feel about that?” There. I’d put it to him straight.

  Jared shook his head. “I don’t know why I bother talking to you, Holly. You’re impossible.” And with that, he picked up his tray and left the table.

  If that wasn’t enough to ruin the afternoon, going home and seeing a For Sale sign stuck in our front yard sure as shootin’ was!

  GOOD-BYE, DRESSEL HILLS

  Chapter 16

  It snowed in the mountains Friday afternoon, the day before Sean was to arrive. A light, powdery kind of snow. Perfect for skiing tomorrow. I glanced up at the snowcapped mountains as I sat on my window seat, writing the final paragraphs of my story “Good-Bye Whispers.” I decided not to have the hero and the heroine end up together. Anyway, it doesn’t always happen that way in real life. Look at Jared and me. And…Daddy and Mom.

  After I finished writing my short story, I pulled out my journal to record my thoughts.

  Friday, April 1—Now that I know Mom’s side of the story about the divorce, it’s hard to think about hanging out with Daddy all day tomorrow. Thank goodness Sean and Tyler will be there. No way do I want my dad to suspect that I know what happened. Besides, it’s in the past. Daddy is remarried to Saundra and might be moving closer to making a decision for Christ. At least, I hope so.

  Looking up from my journal, I stared out the window. The mountains seemed closer than usual. I could almost reach out and touch them. Would I be able to see these same mountains in Denver? I doubted it.

  Tomorrow I’d be skiing on my beloved mountains with Sean. I couldn’t help feeling nervous. The thought of seeing him again almost made me forget about the move. I could still kick myself for not meeting him on the beach last Christmas. But that was before I learned some hard lessons about boys. Now I felt more confident. Maybe even enough for a solid friendship with a soon-to-be sixteen-year-old guy. Like Sean.

  I closed my journal and prayed. This had been a tough week for me—the mess with Jared, finding out about the reasons behind the divorce, trying to adjust to the thought of moving, and now getting ready for a visit from Daddy and Sean. I needed help sorting things out.

  Just as I ended my prayer, a knock came at my door. Quickly, I shoved my journal under a pillow. “Mom, is that you?” I hurried to see who was there.

  “Hey, Holly.”

  It was my uncle Jack. I stood facing him. Alone. For the first time since all this moving stuff started. I shifted my weight from one foot to another, completely speechless.

  “Got a minute?” he asked.

  I opened the door a little wider. “Sure.”

  He stepped into the room, looking big and awkward and a little out of place.

  “Here.” I pulled out my desk chair for him, then perched on the edge of my window seat. Waiting.

  Uncle Jack turned the chair around and sat on it backward, his arms gripping the back. Looking uncomfortable, he began. “I know you’ve been angry with me about the Denver move, Holly.”

  I picked at an imaginary snag on one of the throw pillows. There was no point in talking. His decision had been made. So what did he want?

  “I’ve been talking to your mother,” he continued. “She says you asked to stay with Andie. We both agree that it would be a big burden on the Martinez family. However, we did talk to the Miller family about having you stay there till the end of the school year.”

  I looked up. “Are you kidding?” This was fabulous. At last, some good news!

  He nodded. “Paula and Kayla are thrilled at the idea.”

  But he didn’t smile. In fact, he didn’t seem happy about it at all.

  “How would you like that?” he asked gently.

  I was close to shouting yes when something stopped me. His look. His eyes. Uncle Jack just wasn’t Uncle Jack today. Where was the merry twinkle in his eyes? Where were the jokes and the laughter? Where was the man who Mom had fallen in love with—the crazy, silly, good man who’d survived the loss of his wife and who’d helped put our family back together again?

  Looking at his face, I realized something. I had created all kinds of problems for him and Mom, throwing one tantrum after another, until finally I’d broken them down…gotten my own way. But was I happy—truly happy—now? Would I really want to stay with Paula, when I knew it would break up my family and hurt Mom and Uncle Jack? What was more important to me anyway—Dressel Hills and my friends…or my own dear family?

  “Well, Holly?” Uncle Jack prodded.

  Then I remembered what Mom had said about her and Daddy’s divorce. I was stubborn, she’d said. I didn’t want to leave our quiet town or our beautiful home.

  I took a huge breath. Oh boy. Was I like Mom, or what?

  Then I remembered Stephie. “I always wanted a big sister,” she’d said. But what kind of big sister? A spoiled rotten, selfish one? Or a sister who loved her and stuck with her no matter what?

  “Holly, would you like to stay with the Millers?” Uncle Jack asked again.

  With all the courage I could muster, I slowly shook my head. “Thanks, Uncle Jack,” I said, “but no. I think I’ll go ahead and make the move with the family.”

  At my words, the biggest grin I’d ever seen crossed Uncle Jack’s face. “Are you sure?”

  I nodded. Then I swallowed hard and went on. “I’m sorry about the bratty way I carried on. You really are a cool stepdad, in case you didn’t know it.” By now my eyes swam with tears.

  They spilled over when Uncle Jack reached for both my hands. “You’re quite a lady, Holly-Heart. Thank you for being so special.” He paused. “I know this whole idea of moving has been difficult for you. Believe me, I’m going to do my best to make things easier for you.”

  I smiled back at him as the tears fell down my cheeks. I cried openly, not caring how I looked. My hands were resting in Uncle Jack’s big, strong ones, and for the first time in days, I felt wonderfully at peace.

  GOOD-BYE, DRESSEL HILLS

  Chapter 17

  The next morning at eight-thirty on the dot, Mom drove Carrie and me to the ski lodge at the base of Copper Mountain.

  “Do you still have to meet Sean?” I asked Mom as she parked the van.

  “Have to? I want to.” She smiled knowingly.

  “Come on, Carrie,” I said. “Let’s get this over with.”

  We
headed for the ski racks, where we locked up our new skis till later. Then we climbed the wooden stairs to the lodge. My heart did a crazy tap dance when I saw Sean waiting just inside the lobby, with Tyler by his side. Sean’s blue-and-green ski jacket reminded me of the Pacific Ocean, where we’d swum and built our sandman.

  “Hey, Carrie,” Tyler shouted, running to us. He pulled Carrie aside to show off his new skis and poles.

  I introduced Mom to Sean. And he made it easy for me, shaking her hand and smiling. I’d forgotten how low his voice was. “So very nice to meet you, Mrs. Patterson,” he said. He’d remembered Mom’s new name. Perfect. Things like that always impressed adults.

  “I’ve heard some nice things about you,” Mom said. I hoped she wouldn’t launch off on something personal—like his baby-sitting skills or something else.

  Sean glanced at me, grinning. “Holly’s quite a letter writer,” he said.

  No way could I keep my face from blushing.

  Tyler and Carrie dragged his equipment across the lobby. “Can you believe it?” Carrie told Mom, showing off her skis. “Tyler’s got the exact same brand and color as mine.”

  “Well, isn’t that nice,” Mom said, running out of things to say, it seemed.

  “Where’s Daddy?” Carrie asked.

  Sean pointed to the inside stairs. “He had a phone call to make. He’ll be down soon.”

  Mom would surely take that as her cue to get going. I didn’t think she’d want to have a face-to-face meeting with Daddy. Especially not in front of us kids.

  Mom hugged Carrie and me. “Please be careful on the slopes, Carrie.” Then she turned to me. “Take your time, and no stunts, okay?”

  I assured her that we’d be safe. With a wave and a final good-bye, Mom left the lodge.

  Sean and I sat together on a brown leather sofa in an alcove away from the doors. Several times my ski boots bumped his by accident. He turned to face me. His skin was as tan as I remembered. “Your mom reminds me of my mother,” he said.