Judd had a feeling the new woman in Dry Creek was one of that kind of women.
No, he wasn’t the one to talk to her about what she was doing here, even though he had to admit he was curious. She sure knew how to hang a sign in that window.
Chapter Three
Lizette shifted the sign with her left hand and took a deep breath. It had taken her the better part of three days to get the practice bar in place along the left side of the room and the floor waxed to a smooth shine. She still had the costumes hanging on a rack near the door waiting to be sorted by size, but she’d decided this morning it was time to put the sign she’d made in her window and start advertising for students.
She could still smell the floor wax, so she’d opened the door to air out the room even though it was cold out side. At least it wasn’t snowing today.
Lizette had bought a large piece of metal at the hard ware store yesterday and some paint so she could make her sign. The old men sitting around the stove in the store had obviously heard she was set ting up a business, because they were full of suggestions on how she should make her sign.
Of course, most of the words centered on the Baker part of the school’s name, but she couldn’t fault them for that. She was heartened to see they had so much enthusiasm for a ballet school. If this was any indication of the interest of the rest of the people in the community, she just might get enough students to pull off a modified Nutcracker ballet for Christmas after all. She’d even assured the men in the hard ware store that no one was too old to learn some ballet steps. In fact, she’d told them that lots of athletes used ballet as a way to exercise.
The old men had looked a little dismayed at her comments, and she wasn’t surprised. At their age, they probably didn’t want to take up any exercise program, especially not one as rigorous as ballet. “You’d want to check with your doctor first, of course,” Lizette added. “You should do that be fore you take up any new exercise pro gram.”
The men nodded as she left the hard ware store. All in all, they’d been friendly, and she wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t get a student or two out of the bunch. And if she didn’t get any students, at least she’d got ten some good neighbors. One of them had al ready been over to check on the smoke coming out of the small kitchen off the main room when she’d been baking some cookies earlier and had for got ten they were in the oven. He’d even offered to bring her over some more flour if she was inclined to continue baking. He’d expressed some hope of a cherry pie.
The chair Lizette stood on gave her enough height so she could lift the sign and hook it into the chain she’d put up to hang it with. The sign had a white back ground with navy script lettering.
Lizette planned to take a picture of the sign later and send it to Madame Aprele. She wasn’t sure she’d tell her old teacher that she didn’t have any students yet, but she could tell her that the school was al most ready for classes now that the practice bar was in place. Lizette had planned to use a make shift practice bar at first, because she couldn’t afford a real one. Madame Aprele had surprised her by sending her one of her own ma hog any bars. Her old teacher had shipped it be fore Lizette left Seattle, and Linda, next door in the café, had kept it for Lizette until she arrived.
Lizette had called Madame Aprele, thanking her and insisting that she accept payment for the equipment. It would help enough, Lizette explained, if she could just pay for the bar over time. She didn’t add that she had no need of charity. Madame Aprele agreed to let Lizette make payments if Lizette promised to call her with weekly up dates on her school.
At first Lizette was un comfort able promising to call Madame Aprele, because she knew her mother would disapprove. But then Lizette decided that whatever problem there had been between her mother and Madame Aprele, there was no need for her to continue the cold ness.
Twenty years ago when Madame Aprele had bought the school from Lizette’s mother, the two women had been friends. But, over the years, Jacqueline spoke less and less to Madame Aprele until, finally, her mother wouldn’t even greet the other women when she picked Lizette up after ballet class.
At the time, Lizette didn’t understand why. Now she wondered if her mother didn’t look at Madame Aprele and wish her own life had turned out like the other woman’s.
Not that there was any thing in Jacqueline’s life to suggest she wished for a different one. Madame Aprele had been born in France in the same village as Lizette’s mother. Both women had studied ballet together and had left France together. Lizette’s mother had be come more Americanized over the years, how ever, especially after she’d started working in the bakery.
As Lizette’s mother be came more conservative in her dress, Madame Aprele be came more outrageous, until, in the end, Lizette’s mother looked al most dowdy and Madame Aprele looked like an old-fashioned movie star with her lavender feather boas and dramatic eye makeup.
Lizette stepped down from the chair just as she saw two little children cross the street from the hardware store. The sun was shining on the window so Lizette could not see the children clearly, but she could tell from their size that they were both good prospects for ballet.
Lizette didn’t know how to advertise in a small town like Dry Creek, but she supposed she could ask about the children at the hard ware store, find out who their parents were and send them a flyer.
When the children passed her door, they stopped. The little girl was staring at something, and it didn’t take long for Lizette to figure out what it was. The sun light was streaming in, making the Sugar Plum Fairy costume sparkle even more than usual. Lizette’s mother had used both gold and metallic pink on the costume when she’d made it, and many a young girl mistook it for a princess costume.
“If you go ask your mother if it’s okay, you can come in and look at the costumes,” Lizette said. She doubted things were so casual in Dry Creek that parents wanted their children going into strange stores with out their knowledge.
The girl whispered something in the boy’s ear. He nodded.
Lizette had walked closer to the children and was starting to feel un easy. If you added a few pounds and took away the scared look in their eyes, those two kids looked very similar to that snap shot she’d seen several days ago. She looked up and down the snow-covered street. There were the usual cars and pick ups parked be side the hard ware store and the café, but there were no people out side except for the two children. “Does your mother know where you are?”
Both children solemnly nodded their heads yes.
Lizette was relieved to know the children had a mother. Their father hadn’t looked like much of a parent, but hopefully their mother was better.
“Our mother won’t mind if we look at the dress,” the boy politely said after a moment and pointed in side. “That one.”
The rack was very close to the door and Lizette decided she could leave the door open so the children’s mother could see them if she looked down the street. Really, if she moved the rack closer, the children could touch the costumes while they stood out side on the side walk.
Lizette pushed the costume rack so it was just in side the door. “The pink one is my favorite, too.”
Lizette watched as the little girl reached out her hand and gently touched the costume.
“That’s the dress for the Sugar Plum Fairy in the Nutcracker ballet,” Lizette said.
“What’s a ballet?” the boy asked.
Lizette thought a moment. “It’s like a play with lots of costumes and people moving.”
“So some one wears that dress in a play?” the boy asked.
The boy and Lizette were both seeing the same thing. The little girl’s face was starting to glow. One moment she had been pale and quiet, and the next her face started to show traces of pink and her eyes started to sparkle.
For the first time, Lizette decided she had made the right decision to come to Dry Creek to open her school. If there were more little girls and boys like this in the community, she’d have a wonderf
ul time teaching them to love ballet.
Chapter Four
Lizette heard a sound and looked up to see a half-dozen men stomping down the steps of the hard ware store and heading straight to ward her new school. She wasn’t sure, but she thought every one of the men was frowning, especially the one who was at the back of the group. That man had to be forty years younger than the other men, but he looked the most annoyed of them all.
“The children are still just on the side walk,” Lizette said when the men were close enough to hear. While she hadn’t thought any one would want children to go into a building alone, she certainly hadn’t expected there would be a problem with them standing on the side walk and looking at something in side. If the citizens of Dry Creek were that protective of their children, she’d never have any young students in her classes.
Lizette braced her self, but when the men reached her, they stood silent. Finally, one of them cleared his throat, “About this—ah—school—”
“The children will all have permission from their parents, of course,” Lizette rushed to assure them. “And parents can watch the classes any time they want. They can even at tend if they want. I’d love to have some older students.”
The younger man, the one who had hung back on the walk over, moved closer to the open door. He seemed intent on the two children and did not stop until he stood be side them protectively. Lizette noticed that the young boy relaxed a little when the man stood be side him, and the girl reached out her hand to touch the man’s leg. She knew the man wasn’t the children’s father because she’d met that man al ready. Maybe he was their step father. That would explain why the father hadn’t known where the children lived.
“Well, about the students—” The older man cleared his throat and began again. “You see, there might be a problem with students.”
“No one has to audition or any thing to be in the performances,” Lizette said. She wasn’t sure what was bothering the men, but she wanted them to know she was willing to work with the town. “And public performance is good for children, especially if it’s not competitive.”
“Anyone can be in the play,” the boy said softly.
The men had all stopped talking to listen to the boy, so they all heard the next words very clearly.
“I’m going to be a Sugar Plum Fairy,” the girl said, and pointed to the costume she’d been admiring.
Judd swallowed. Amanda never talked to any one but Bobby, and then only in whispers. Who knew all it would take was a sparkly costume to make her want to talk?
“How much is the costume?” Judd asked the woman in the door way. He didn’t care what figure she named—he’d buy it for Amanda.
“Oh, the costumes aren’t for sale,” the woman said. “I’ll need them for the performance, especially if I want to have something ready for Christmas. I won’t have time to make many more costumes.”
“About this performance—” The older man said, then cleared his throat.
Lizette wondered what was bothering the old man, but she didn’t have time to ask him because the younger man was scowling at her.
“So the only way Amanda can wear this costume is if she’s in your performance?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t say it was my performance.” Lizette felt her patience starting to grow thin. “All of the students will see it as their performance. We work together.”
“About the students—” The older man began again and cleared his throat for what must have been the fourth time.
“I’ll sign Amanda up,” the younger man said decisively. “If she signs up first, she should get her pick of the parts, shouldn’t she?”
“Well, I don’t see why she can’t be the Sugar Plum Fairy,” Lizette agreed. After all, Lizette her self would be choreographing the part for the children’s ballet, and could tailor it to Amanda’s skills. She’d just got ten her first student. “She’ll have to practice, of course. And we’ll have to have a few more students to do even a shortened version of the Nutcracker.”
The younger man squeezed the boy on his shoulder.
“I’ll sign up, too,” the boy offered reluctantly.
“There—I have two students!” Lizette announced triumphantly. “And I only just hung up my sign.”
The older man cleared his throat again, but this time he had nothing to say. All of the older men were looking a little stunned. Maybe they were as taken aback as she was by the fierce scowl the younger man was giving them.
“You might want to see a doctor about the cold you’re get ting,” Lizette finally said to the man who had been trying to talk. “Usually when you have to clear your throat so often, it means a cold is coming on.”
The older man nodded silently.
“And you might ask him about taking up ballet while you’re there,” Lizette said. “Just to see if the exercise would be all right for you. Now that I have two students, I can begin classes, and you’d be more than welcome.”
Lizette decided the older man definitely had a cold coming on. He had just gone pale. He even looked a little dizzy.
“You’ll want to wait until you’re feeling better be fore you start though,” Lizette said to him. That seemed to make him feel better. At least his color returned.
“I’ll think about it,” he mum bled.
Lizette nodded. She knew she couldn’t man age for long on the in come she’d get from two students, but just look how much people wanted to talk about her school. With all of that talk, she’d get more students be fore long.
Lizette smiled up at the younger man. He might scowl a lot, but she was grateful to him for her first two students. “Your wife must be happy you take such good care of the children.”
The young man looked down at her. “I don’t have a wife.”
Lizette faltered. “Oh, I just thought that because their father showed me their picture that—”
“You know the kids’ father, Neal Strong?”
If Lizette thought the men had been quiet be fore, they were even more silent now.
“No, I don’t know him. Some man just showed me their picture in Forsyth when he asked me to give him a ride out this way. He said they were his kids and he was trying to find them. He probably didn’t know the ad dress or something.”
Judd felt Amanda move closer to his leg, and suddenly he had as great a need to be close to her as she had to be close to him, so he reached down and lifted her up even though he had his heavy farm coat on and it probably had grease on it from when he’d last worked on the tractor.
“Don’t worry,” Judd whispered into Amanda’s hair when she snuggled into his shoulder.
Judd re minded him self that the papers Barbara had shown him when she left the children with him included a court order for bid ding the children’s father from being within one hundred yards of them.
Judd knew the court clerk well enough now that he could ask for a copy of the court order if he needed one. Of course, that would mean the clerk would guess that the children were with him. No, there had to be an other way. Besides, he didn’t actually need a copy of the order for the court to en force it.
“You’re sure it was him?” Judd turned to ask the woman. He didn’t know how the children’s father would even know where they were un less Barbara had told him.
“He had a picture and he said he was their father,” Lizette said. “He had a snake on his arm.”
Amanda went still in Judd’s arm. The kids had told him about the snake.
Judd nodded. He should have figured something like this would happen. He wondered if his cousin had got ten back with her husband, after all. Generally, Judd was a supporter of married folks staying together. But some of the things Bobby had let slip while he was at Judd’s place would make any one ad vise Barbara to for get her husband.
The one thing Judd knew was that he didn’t want that man to come within shouting distance of the children.
“You have a lock on this place, I sup pose,” Judd said as he looked in side t
he building the woman was going to use for her school. If he brought the kids to the les sons and then came back to pick them up, they should be safe.
“I could put a lock on,” one of the older men spoke up. “It’s no trouble. They have some heavy-duty ones over at the hard ware store.”
“And it wouldn’t hurt Charley here to come over and sit while the kids have their les sons,” an other older man offered. “He al ways complains that the chairs at the hard ware store are too hard any way. Now that he’s got his fancy phone, he can call the sheriff any time, night or day.”
Judd nodded. It felt good to have neighbors, even if he hadn’t been very neighborly him self. He wasn’t sure what he could do to repay them, but he intended to try. “I’ll be watching, too.”
“Is something wrong?” Lizette looked at the men’s faces.
“Their father isn’t fit to be near these kids—even the court says so,” Judd said quietly. He could see the alarm grow on Lizette’s face. “Not that you have to worry about it. We’ll take care of the guarding. You won’t even know we’re here. We can even sit out side.”
“In the snow?” Charley pro tested.
“Of course you can’t sit out side in the cold,” Lizette said. “I’ll put some chairs along the side of the practice area. And I’ll be careful about who else I accept as students. I’ll check references on any grown man who wants to join the class.”
Charley snorted. “Ain’t no grown man hereabouts that’ll sign up. Not if he wants to keep his boots—”
One of the other older men interrupted him. “I thought you was gonna sign up your self, Charley. You can’t just sit and watch every one else practice. That wouldn’t be right.”
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