She and Matthew played after his nap and his apple juice and soda crackers. When the clock struck five, she stood.
“Let’s make your daddy a nice supper. You can help by being a good boy. Let’s put you in your high chair and you can have another of the little pieces of crust with cinnamon and sugar I baked especially for you.”
He pounded the chair’s serving area. “Daddy.”
“That’s right, Matthew. We’re making something for your daddy.”
With the cut up pieces in a large bowl, she seasoned them with salt and pepper. She found the lard and heated it in a large cast iron skillet. Working quickly, she beat the egg and milk together in a bowl then set out a plate of flour.
After first rolling the chicken in the flour, she dipped it in the liquid and then rolled each piece in the flour a second time. She dropped the larger pieces in the skillet first because they’d need longer to cook. She couldn’t find a lid so she set a pan over the skillet.
While peeled potatoes boiled, she fried the chicken until the breaded crust was golden brown. The range’s warming ledge kept the meat from cooling while she creamed the potatoes. She wouldn’t make the gravy until Grady returned home for fear it would go lumpy and develop a skim. A jar of green beans from the pantry, no doubt a gift from one of the church ladies, completed the meal.
Nothing was missing but the coffee. She started that to boil and sat down to play with Matthew until his father returned.
At ten after six o’clock, Grady straggled home. He looked positively gray as he sank onto the chair nearest Matthew.
“From the look of you, the man died.”
“We went ahead and buried him. Brendan Callahan at the furniture store delivered a casket this morning. All the Hopkins clan was there and wanted Zeb laid to rest in the little cemetery on their property while they were together.” He raised his head and inhaled. “It was a long day but this house smells wonderful.”
“Your supper is ready except for the gravy. I’ll make that while you’re washing your hands.”
When he returned, he had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He insisted she eat with him and Matthew so she added another place at the table. She served the plates and Grady offered a blessing. While they ate, she told him about her day and he laughed at her tales of Matthew’s antics.
“You should have seen him with his peppermint stick. He loved it but at least a third was on the outside. I called him ‘sticky boy’. I hope you don’t mind me giving him a sweet.”
“No, an occasional treat is good for anyone. I try to limit his, but soda crackers are probably not that nourishing either.”
“He gets a good variety of foods, though. I’d say he appears healthy and strong for his age. Today he walked a long way and didn’t have to be carried.”
She didn’t mention her encounter of Mrs. Jackson. Why upset Grady when he’d had such a hard day. Besides, nothing he could do would change the situation.
Finally, Grady pushed away from the table. “That was the best meal I’ve ever eaten. The pie was a crowning touch.”
“You only think that because you were tired and hungry, but you’re kind to say so. I enjoyed preparing this meal for you. I knew you’d have had a hard day.” She rose and carried plates to the sink.
He picked up other containers and brought them to her. She filled the dishpan with water from the range’s reservoir and shaved in soap. He picked up a cup towel and dried as she washed the dishes.
She laughed at the sight of him helping her as if he did so every day.
“What’s so funny?” He polished another plate.
Hoping she hadn’t offended him, she plunged her hands into the water and scrubbed a bowl. “I was trying to picture my father helping my mother do anything. Truthfully, I doubt he ever did.”
“You worked hard today. If you’re willing to cook me a good meal and stay late to clear away the mess, why wouldn’t I help?”
She didn’t even try to explain to him how foreign his view was to men in the world from which she came. “You’re a good man, Grady McIntyre.”
“Angeline, you’re a kind and caring woman. I’ve thought a lot about the difficult situations we both face and how we can settle them.” He laid the wet towel on a rack.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gently turned her to face him. “You need a husband and I need a wife and Matthew needs a mother. The best thing is for you and me to wed. Say you’ll marry me, Angeline.”
This was her chance. Could she burden him with her problems? Thinking over how tired and forlorn he’d appeared when he came home, how much he appreciated a warm meal waiting, how he trusted her with Matthew, she realized his suggestion had merit.
She already had fallen in love with his son and suspected she was quickly falling for him. Grady was a fine man as well as handsome. He truly cared about the welfare of those in the community—not just their souls for eternity, but also their lives here and now. She’d never known a better man.
After taking a fortifying breath, she said, “If you’re sure and if I can have my own room, then I agree.”
A wide smile split his handsome face. “Wonderful. As for your own room, we can start out that way.”
She blushed at his inference. “Who will perform the ceremony? Can you officiate at your own wedding?”
“Judge Hunter can perform the marriage. He’s retired, but he’s still an official in good standing.”
She nodded. “You arrange the wedding and I’ll be there.”
“How about this Sunday afternoon? I can make the announcement in the church service and invite the congregation to return at…say three o’clock. Would that suit you?”
She thought of how rapidly her appearance was changing. “The sooner the better.”
In a moment of doubt, she turned to him. “A-Are you certain you’re willing to raise my baby as yours?”
He gently brushed his lips against hers as he pulled her into his arms. “How can you ask after you’ve been so good with Matthew? The baby you’re carrying will be mine, my dear, in all the ways available. I’ll cherish our child as much as I will those that follow and just as you’ve said you love Matthew.”
She nestled her head against his chest to hide her tears and slid her arms around his waist. His heart beat strong against her ear, his warmth seeped into places that had been cold for a very long time. This was what she’d longed for. Here was not just a husband for appearance’s sake, but a good man who would love and guide her child and learn to at least care for her.
Without raising her head, she asked, “And are you certain you can weather the storm your marrying a pregnant woman will create?”
His embrace tightened. “Definitely. I’ve come to care for you as has Matthew. We make a nice family. If I lose my position here, it won’t be because of you, dear Angeline. Jackson and McGinnis were against me long before you arrived.”
She raised her head to meet his lovely hazel eyes. “Don’t let them win, Grady. You’re important to the people here and you do a lot of good.”
“I won’t go unless forced to do so. I want us to raise our children right here among the people of this town. We can plant our roots deep here.”
Though it was past Matthew’s bedtime, Grady and his son and walked her home. “Nice to think this won’t be necessary by this time next week.”
“I haven’t much to move. I’m sure the other girls will provide all the assistance necessary.”
“I’m a willing helper, Angeline. That goes for whatever you need. Husbands and wives support and encourage one another.”
“Oh, that proves even more you’ll be the very husband I always dreamed of having.”
They nodded to those they met. Some smiled knowingly, others simply offered a “Good evening.”
He left her at Lydia’s front door. “Do I need to come ask Lydia for your hand?”
“No, but you and Matthew are welcome to come in.” She peered at the boy whose head was on
his father’s shoulder. “He’s sound asleep. The girls would squeal at our news and wake him then they’d have to play with him and get him all excited.”
“You’re right. I’d better leave you here and get back home and get him into bed.”
“I’ll see you in the morning.” She slipped inside to impart her good news.
Chapter Nine
The next day, Grady talked to Judge Hunter. He was honest about Angeline’s condition when he spoke of his proposal.
The Judge speared him with a scowl. “You know what Jackson and McGinnis will say about this, don’t you?”
“John, there’s nothing I can do that will please those two unless I scream damnation from the pulpit every Sunday and let the poor and ill fend for themselves.”
The official held up his hand to ward off protest. “I wasn’t suggesting you not marry this young woman. Those two dissidents want everyone to see the Bible through their warped eyes. I’d pity them if I didn’t dislike them so much.”
Grady allowed himself a grimace. “Doing both is possible. I’ve tried liking them and admit I’ve failed, yet I pity them for the lack of warmth in their lives. They’re so bitter, they can’t possibly be happy.”
“You tell me when you want the ceremony and I’ll be privileged to do the honors. You’re a good man and I wish you the very best.”
“Thank you. I’ll count on you for three o’clock at the church.” He shook his friend’s hand and left. He walked the block to Main Street with a lighter step. Before he returned home, he had another errand.
Inside the mercantile, he greeted newly married Michael and Josephine then asked to see their wedding rings. Josephine hurried over to look on as Michael helped him.
“Don’t need to ask who the bride is. I know Angeline Chandler has been caring for Matthew.” Michael brought out a tray. “With Lydia’s trip to get brides, I ordered a new selection.”
Grady looked over the rings ranging from plain to elaborate. “I want a pretty one, but you know my salary, Michael. Show me a couple I can afford.”
Josephine nudged Michael. He laughed and said, “My wife gently reminded me that since you’re our minister, and a mighty fine one at that, I can let you have your choice at my cost.” He pointed at one. “What do you think of this one?”
The ring wasn’t all that fancy, but much nicer than the plain ones. A row of delicate leaves had been engraved on the gold band. The effect looked almost like a row of small diamonds.
“She’d like that one.” When he learned the price, he exhaled with relief. “Thank you, Michael. I know you need to make a profit, and I appreciate you letting me buy this at your cost.”
Josephine asked, “Are your folks coming for the wedding?”
Grady shook his head. “No, they live in Ohio. Ceremony will be Sunday afternoon. I hope you’ll attend.”
Michael hugged Josephine to his side. “We wouldn’t miss it. Now that we’re wed, we’re eager for each of the Bride Brigade to find a husband. Benefits the town.”
“Yes, Lydia did the community a favor when she brought her Bride Brigade here. Angeline’s good for Matthew and for me. I’m looking forward to having her with us every day.”
Michael leaned across the counter and winked. “Night’s are mighty good too.”
Josephine pretended to be shocked. “Michael Buchanan, behave yourself.”
Instead of looking contrite, he laughed and slid his arm around her. “Sure glad Josephine and I are married. She’s not only a good wife but she’s a good business partner here. Her suggestions for new merchandise and store displays have increased profits. I’m a lucky man.”
“Lucky is exactly the way I feel. Perhaps you’d do me the honor of serving as my best man.” He might have had more trouble choosing between the store owner and Riley Gaston, but Michael had just let him have a discount on a ring for Angeline. That tipped the scales.
Michael beamed in pleasure. “I’d be honored.”
Grady slipped the ring into the watch pocket of his waistcoat. “Thanks again for your help. I’ll see you later.”
After he left the store, he strolled toward home. Would he be able to weather the storm this marriage would bring? In his heart, he knew marrying Angeline was best for both of them as well as for Matthew. He was convinced, yet a shadow of fear dimmed his pleasure.
***
Sunday afternoon, Angeline clasped her hands together to still their shaking.
Cassandra brushed a strand of Angeline’s hair. “You’ll look as pretty as any bride. If you don’t stop shaking, though, I’ll never get your hair styled in time.”
“I’m trying. I wish I had a new dress. Grady deserves a bride in a fancy wedding dress not an old one that’s been altered to accommodate my extra weight.” She fought tears as she watched her friend in the mirror.
“All he cares about is you, not finery. Besides, a fancy wedding dress is a waste out here. At least for her wedding Josephine wore a dress she can use for church. That’s what we all need, not something to wear once and store in a trunk.”
She tugged at the jacket. “I can wear this for maybe another month. Then what will I do? What will people say? How can I answer them? Will they be mad at Grady?”
Cassandra popped her on the arm with the brush. “Good Heavens, you’re making us both crazy. Stop worrying. Once you’re committed to a decision, you have to remain convinced that’s the best thing to do.”
She met her roommate’s gaze in the mirror. “You’re right, Cassandra. I’ve chosen my path, now I’ll make the best of whatever happens.”
Cassandra put a last hairpin in and twirled a few loose tendrils around Angeline’s face. “You look lovely.” She laid the brush and comb set in the suitcase and snapped the lid shut.
A rap preceded Lydia opening the door. “Time to leave. My you do look nice, Angeline. Even though I’ll miss having you here, I’m very happy for you and Grady.” She handed them flowers. “I fashioned bouquets for both of you.”
Angeline sniffed the combination of roses, honeysuckle, daisies, and greenery. “Thank you for this and for all you’ve done for me.” She looked at her former roommate. “You, too, Cassandra. I’m so lucky to know both of you.”
Cassandra took her arm. “Don’t start saying nice things or we’ll all be crying and look a mess for the ceremony. Come on, let’s get going.”
Lydia gestured behind her. “Adam’s here to carry your belongings to the parsonage. The buggy’s waiting out front.”
Adam picked up the suitcases, muttering, “Sure thought she should have married Elias.”
Paying his grumbling no mind, Angeline let herself be led down the stairs and to the buggy. She started to clamber up to the seat.
Behind her, Adam called, “Wait and let me help you.” His hurried boot steps clomped as he caught up with them.
He drove Lydia, Cassandra, and her. The other girls strolled chattering and laughing and waved as the buggy passed. She saw Grady’s buggy parked beside his home.
At the parsonage, Adam helped her to the ground. “You wait inside the house. Let’s set your cases in there then I’ll go check to see if folks are seated.”
Lydia hugged Angeline. “I’ll go with Adam so I can find a place.”
Angeline and Cassandra stood in the parlor waiting for the sheriff to return.
Angeline wandered to the window to count the number of buggies. “I hope enough people showed up to support Grady that he won’t feel slighted.”
“I’m sure they have. What else are they going to do on Sunday afternoon?” Cassandra peered around the room. “Not a bad home, is it? You should be happy here.” She wandered into other rooms.
Angeline didn’t mind her friend’s curiosity. If she weren’t so nervous, she would have given Cassandra a proper tour. Instead, she set her cases in the bedroom and then paced the small parlor.
Adam’s reappearance relieved her mind. “You ready to get hitched?”
“I am. Thank you for agre
eing to walk me down the aisle. I’m so nervous I’m not sure I’d be able to stand on my own.”
Cassandra hurried to walk with them and closed the door as they left the parsonage.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Miss Chandler.” He chuckled. “Say, that’s the last time you’ll hear anyone call you that.”
That was fine with her. Chandler had only unhappy memories associated with it. She’d be glad to exchange her overbearing father’s surname for that of a kind, caring man.
Inside the church, Angeline was surprised and relieved the sanctuary was filled. Mrs. Ramirez had charge of Matthew. At the front, Grady stood with Michael Buchanan and Judge Hunter. Cassandra walked in front of her as her maid of honor.
When Grady spotted her, his face lit with happiness. That fact alone gave Angeline the encouragement she needed to walk proudly down the aisle. He was happy to see her, what else could matter?
When she drew even with Mrs. Ramirez at the end of a pew, Matthew reached up his arms and cried, “Angel. Want my Angel.”
He got away from Mrs. Ramirez and scrambled toward her. She smiled at the woman and held out her hand. Matthew walked the rest of the way with her.
At the front, Adam left her with Grady then sat beside Lydia. Adam’s stage whisper carried, “Whew, I feel like a parent giving up a daughter.”
A murmur of chuckles rippled from those who had heard.
Judge Hunter’s dignified manner commanded attention as he conducted the ceremony. She handed her bouquet to Cassandra and slid her free hand into Grady’s. She wanted to remember every word of the service, but all she could focus on was Grady’s smile and his strong hand holding hers and the little boy with them.
After their vows, Judge Hunter said, “You may kiss the bride.”
Grady’s hazel eyes sparkled and he gently brushed his lips across hers. She held on to him and must have released Matthew’s hand.
“Daddy. Angel. Me a kiss.” She looked down to see Matthew with his arms reaching to be lifted.
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