Family Blessings (Cisco Family)

by Fern Michaels

  Also by Fern Michaels

  THE REAL DEAL

  CROWN JEWEL

  TRADING PLACES

  LATE BLOOMER

  NO PLACE LIKE HOME

  THE DELTA LADIES

  WILD HONEY

  1230 Avenue of the Americas

  New York, NY 10020

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN-13: 978-0-7434-9994-1

  ISBN-10: 0-7434-9994-8

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  I would like to dedicate this book

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  Prologue

  THE FIRST COMMERCIAL BANK OF LARKSPUR, Pennsylvania, was small enough that when Dr. Joel Wineberg swooped through the doors in full Batman regalia, neither the bank personnel nor the bank customers paid much attention. They did wave and smile however. Everyone within a seventy-five-mile radius knew Dr. Wineberg dressed up for his pediatric patients, as did his nurse, who was known to be Tinkerbell on Mondays, Barbie on Tuesdays, and the Little Mermaid on Thursdays. On Wednesdays and Fridays she pretended to be Eloise or Cinderella, to every little girl’s delight.

  Joel moved quickly across the small lobby to the loan officer’s room, where his best friend and colleague, Dr. Zack Kelly, was waiting for him. Norman Kellogg, the bank’s only loan officer, stood as Joel entered. They shook hands all around, made small talk about the blustery weather conditions, and got down to business.

  Norman Kellogg was a round man with a round bald head, a round cherubic face fitted with round wire-rim glasses. He was a happy man and would retire the first of the year. He was smiling as he held out pens to both Zack and Joel. “Just sign on the dotted line, boys, and you will be the proud owners of your first boat. I hope you invite me aboard one day.”

  Joel shoved his Batman cowl farther back on his head. He glared at his buddy, and hissed, “Tell me again why we’re doing this.”

  Zack raised his hands in frustration. “You know why, Joel. Don’t go getting cold feet now. It’s my dream. You said it was your dream, too! We can do this. We’re taking a year off and going sailing. All the details have been taken care of. We pick up our new boat January 3 in Miami, then it’s the open sea for us! It’s the wonder in wonderful! It’s like a hundred Christmas mornings all rolled into one. We’ve taken classes all summer and fall. When we set foot on that boat, we’ll be experts. Just sign your name, Joel.”

  Joel’s eyes were wild as he stared at the colorful paintings of the Allegheny Mountains that adorned Norman Kellogg’s office. “We took care of all the details but one,” he grumbled again.

  Zack tugged at his colorful tie. “If you’re talking about our wives, get over it. They are going to be so happy when we surprise them, you’ll see you worried for nothing.”

  “Oh, yeah, if they’re going to be so happy, how come we didn’t tell them at the outset? You need to think about how we’re going to explain all those nights going to classes when we led our wives to believe we were working. Sara is on my case, and I know she’s thinking terrible things. Once or twice she asked me if I was having an affair.”

  Zack shrugged, but his own eyes looked worried. “I have it all figured out. I convinced Jonesy to cover for me next weekend. I’m going to wine and dine Hannah and…and…spring it on her when she’s in the right mood.” He plucked a line from a commercial he’d seen, and said, “I know she’ll embrace the whole idea because she knows it’s my dream. Sign the damn paper, Joel.”

  Joel shuffled his feet, pursed his mouth, and looked over at his buddy. “You sign it first. This was all your idea. Yeah, yeah, I went along with it because you made it sound so damn good, and I am badly in need of some R&R. We should have told our wives. I just know we’re going to regret this. Go ahead and sign, Zack.”

  Zack yanked at his tie again before picking up the pen. He was stunned to see that his hand was trembling. He was a surgeon, for God’s sake. He was supposed to have nerves of steel. His hands never shook. Never. But they were shaking now. He took one long moment to think about star-filled nights aboard the boat making love to Hannah on deck. He scrawled his name, his eyes wilder than Joel’s.

  Done.

  Joel signed his name. Norman Kellogg snatched the loan paper and pretended to blow on the signatures.

  “You boys and First Commercial Bank of Larkspur are now co-owners of a new forty-foot cabin cruiser. I guess I should say Bon Voyage.” He reached under his desk and brought up two boxes and two calendars for the new year. “It’s a gift the bank gives out to loans over two hundred thousand dollars.” Both doctors blanched at the amount of money they were borrowing. “Coffeemakers,” Kellogg said proudly. Neither doctor made a move to accept the colorful boxes. “For the boat,” Kellogg said.

  “I knew that,” Zack said.

  “Yeah, I knew that, too,” Joel said.

  “Just give me another five minutes, and I’ll have your copies ready for you. There’s a warranty on those coffeepots, so be sure to send in the warranty cards,” Kellogg said as he made his way over to the copy machine. “What are you going to call your new boat? It has to be a woman’s name, you know.”

  Zack looked at Joel, and Joel looked at Zack.

  “I see a problem here,” Joel said. “If we name it the Hannah Sara, Sara will get ticked off because her name isn’t first. If we name it the Sara Hannah, Hannah will get ticked off because her name isn’t first. I hate you, Zack.”

  “Listen, Batman, you were just as eager to buy this boat as I was. A whole year away from here, away from kids, family, pressure. You loved the idea of sailing and sleeping under the stars and eating from the galley. Not to mention, sailing into little coves and exploring. Don’t go sour on me now.”

  “We lied, Zack. We connived. We borrowed money and didn’t tell our wives. This is going to hit them smack in the face. I hate you, Zack.”

  “It’s only a year. The second year Jonesy and your guy are going to lease the boat. That means no payments the second year. The third year we’re going to charter it out and make money. We get to sail it year four, then we trade it in for a bigger boat. The sea will be calling our names by then. The girls will be begging us to take another year off. It’s a win-win situation.”

  “I still hate you. I have to get back to the office.” Joel gave his Batman cape a wild swoosh as he snatched his copy of the loan agreement from Norman Kellogg’s hands.

  “Hold it, Batman!” Zack ran after him to hand over the coffeemaker. He was laughing so hard, he almost choked as Joel hid it under his black satin cape and dashed out of the office.

  Zack settled himself in his car, the loan papers in his hands. Joel was right. They should have told the girls about the boat from the start. But he’d felt so sure that Hannah and Sara would want whatever he and Joel wanted. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. What would he do if Hannah balked? What if she didn’t want to go away for a year? Ditto for Sara. He closed his eyes and shuddered. Would he go off without Hannah? Or would he have to charter out the boat or sell it?

  Did I just make the biggest mistake of my life?

  Chapter One

  One Mo
nth Later

  “IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE HALLOWEEN HAS COME AND gone already.” Loretta Cisco, founder and recently retired CEO of Cisco Candies who was known as Cisco to her family, opened the screen door to let the dogs out. Freddie, a golden retriever, barked to let his partner, Hugo, know it was time to get a move on. It was the same thing as saying the breakfast bacon will still be there when we get back. Hugo, a black Lab, bolted through the door.

  Ezra Danford, a tall, robust man, and Cisco’s live-in companion, as well as partner, turned from the stove where he was making blueberry pancakes, Cisco’s favorite breakfast. “I know what you mean, Loretta.” He insisted on calling her by her given name, saying the pet name Cisco was just for her son and her grandchildren, the triplets, to use. “In a few weeks we’ll be out there raking the last of the leaves and bringing in firewood. Then before you know it, the holidays will be here.”

  Cisco tugged at the apron she was wearing. “Time moves too fast when you’re old, and we’re old, Ezra. I dearly love the holidays, as you well know, but in another way they’re sad because it means another year is coming to a close. You and I, my dear, also have an anniversary coming up. If the Trips,” she said, referring to her triplet grandchildren, “hadn’t brought you here that special Christmas almost three years ago, I might never have gotten to know you. For that, I will be eternally grateful.”

  Ezra expertly flipped a pancake, then turned the strips of bacon to the other side. “We should get married, Loretta.” He winked at her, hoping she would get flustered and say yes.

  Cisco adjusted the glasses perched on the end of her nose before she gave her colorful apron another hitch. “No, Ezra, we shouldn’t get married. You had a wife, and I had a husband. When we depart this world, you’re going with your wife, and I’m going with my husband. That’s the way it has to be. Otherwise, your children and grandchildren will have a problem, as will mine. They won’t know where to put us.

  “We’ve talked about this a hundred times, Ezra. Why are you bringing it up again today? The relationship we have right now is working just fine for both of us. You know what happens when you tamper with something that doesn’t need tampering with.”

  Cisco took her place at the table, the dogs’ plates in her hands. Her gaze was drawn to the kitchen window. “Is it my imagination, Ezra, or does it look yellow outside?”

  A puzzled look on his face, the man, who was as big as a bear, walked to the old screen door and opened it. It did look yellow outside. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Loretta, turn on the television or radio and let’s hear the weather report. There might be a fire somewhere. I don’t hear the birds either. It’s much too quiet,” he said, peering into the distance. “I know it’s autumn, but it’s strange. The winter birds love to nest in your old sycamore and sing to us every morning when we have breakfast. Some bad weather might be on the way.” He called both dogs to come indoors.

  “Are they saying anything on the TV?” Ezra walked out onto the back porch and looked around. The air was yellow as far as he could see. He stepped back in and looked at Cisco questioningly as the dogs whined at her feet.

  Cisco poured syrup on her pancakes. “They haven’t said a thing. We’ll keep it on while we eat in case a bulletin comes in. We can’t have bad weather today. The family is coming, and we’re picnicking under the sycamore. A nice, long, lazy Sunday to enjoy having everyone here with us. It will probably be our last outdoor get-together before the cold weather sets in. There simply cannot be any bad weather today. I won’t allow it,” she said lightly.

  Ezra ate quickly, something he never did. He loved food and always took his time when eating, enjoying every mouthful. When he finished, he picked up the dogs’ plates and his own and stacked them in the dishwasher before he walked back to the door to stare at the yellow world outside the house.

  He moved then, quicker than lightning. “Hurry, Loretta. I want you and the dogs to go down to the root cellar. I can’t be certain about this, but the only time in my life that I saw a world of yellow was when I lived in Arkansas, and a tornado whipped through. Hurry now.”

  Cisco needed no second urging. She dumped her dishes in the dishwasher and herded the dogs down the cellar steps. “What are you going to do, Ezra?”

  “Lock up, crack some of the windows. I’ll be down in a minute. Take care of the dogs. Go to the southwest corner of the root cellar. Maybe I’m wrong, Loretta. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

  Cisco was at the bottom of the steps when she heard the sound. She knew instantly what it was. “Never mind the doors, Ezra, get down here. Now!”

  Ezra was at the bottom of the steps the minute she finished speaking. The dogs whined and whimpered as Cisco led them down three more steps to the root cellar, where she kept her winter vegetables. The door was stout, with iron bars crisscrossing it from top to bottom.

  The sound overhead increased in volume until it sounded like a hundred jet airplanes breaking the sound barrier. Ezra and Cisco clung together, their old bodies trembling as they tried to comfort one another and the dogs at the same time.

  And then it was deathly quiet. The dogs yipped once, then were quiet.

  Ezra struggled with the iron bars holding the door in place. When he finally got the door open, he was looking at the cellar staircase and nothing else. He could see the sky, the backyard, and the old sycamore. He tested the steps to make sure they were sturdy before he allowed Cisco and the dogs to climb them. He went first, ascending the steps carefully.

  He looked around in stunned amazement. It was all gone, every last wall and window. What looked like half of the roof was on top of the barn, which itself was leaning drunkenly to the side. There was no sign of Cisco’s car or his pickup truck.

  Ezra’s voice sounded choked. “This house was in the direct path, Loretta. It’s all gone. Look up the hill; my house is still standing.”

  “It can’t be gone, Ezra, it just can’t,” Cisco insisted as she looked around. She started to cry. Freddie hugged her leg, not understanding what was going on. Hugo pawed Ezra’s leg for the big man to comfort him. “My whole life was here in this little house, Ezra. All the Trips’ belongings were here as well as my son’s from the day they were born. How can I ever replace them? Oh, Ezra, this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s worse than when my son stuck me in that assisted-living facility. At least I could close my eyes and picture this beloved little house of mine. How can it all be gone, Ezra? How?”

  All Ezra could do was put his arm around her shoulder, and murmur, “I don’t know, Loretta. I just don’t know. Careful, watch your step now. Let’s take a walk around. Maybe we can salvage something.”

  “I’m too old to start over, Ezra. Do you see my kitchen table anywhere? I started Cisco Candies in my kitchen on that old table. I kept the Trips’ bassinet in the kitchen because it was the warmest room in the house during the winter. I diapered Jonathan there, too. Oh, God, how did this happen?” She looked around wildly as she staggered from one place to another, hoping to find something that belonged to her.

  Ezra’s voice was gentle, soothing, when he said, “You can rebuild the house and barn, Loretta. A good contractor can have it built for you by Christmas if the weather holds. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town turns out to rebuild for you because you moved Cisco Candies here from New York City and provide employment for so many of the people in town. We can stay at my house while the building is going on. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the only consolation I can give you right now.”

  Cisco gave no indication she could hear what he was saying. Instead, her gaze raked the yard, hoping to see something from the house. She hated the way she was feeling, hated the tears rolling down her wrinkled cheeks. Her voice was a whisper when she said, “Where do I go to get my memories back? I need to touch my things. I need to see them.” She picked up the hem of her apron and wiped at her eyes. “Why, Ezra, why?”

  Ezra wrapped his arms around her, his
eyes full of sadness. “No one can take away your memories, Loretta. Your mementos, yes, but not the memories. It was an act of God, and we’re both wise and old enough not to question Him. Now, pull up your socks, old girl, and let’s walk around. I’m sure we’ll find something.”

  “One thing, Ezra. All I want is one thing. Something to hold in my hand. Please, help me. Please. I can’t believe this. My whole life was in that house, and now it’s gone. It’s like it was never here. Like I was never here. It was here one minute, then in another minute it was gone.”

  Ezra linked his arm with hers. He squeezed her hand to give her comfort. Together, they started off, their steps wobbly and unsure, the dogs trotting along beside them.

  “We’re in the valley, Ezra, why did it hit here and not the top of the hill where your house is? Why are the gardens and trees intact? I don’t understand any of this. Look at the pumpkins! Even the leaves haven’t been damaged. The holly trees are just as beautiful; so is the sycamore. Just my little house. Dammit, Ezra, this isn’t fair!”

  There was no answer, and Ezra didn’t try to find one. All he could do was help Loretta search for her belongings.

  “Freddie can’t sleep without her blanket,” Cisco said brokenly as she picked her way through debris. “I need my pillow. You need your slippers. You just got them broken in so they don’t hurt your bunions.”

  “We’ll buy new ones, Loretta. One can get used to anything. We’re all alive. That’s all that matters. Tomorrow we’ll call a contractor I know and a salvage company. We’re going to rebuild your house just the way it was. Maybe even better. Life will go on, Loretta, because that is the order of things. Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, and I’m never going to ask you again, so keep that in mind when you give me your answer. Will you marry me?”

  Cisco stared up at the big man whom she loved so dearly. She was aware, for the first time, how vulnerable she was. She would never, ever, take anything for granted again. If it hadn’t been for Ezra and his keen eye, they’d all be dead. “Yes, I will marry you on Christmas Day,” she responded smartly.