Knitting 06 - Fleece Navidad

by Maggie Sefton

  The shepherds groaned. So did Narrator.

  Kelly grinned. “Goods or not, guys, if you’re late again, I’ll kick your butts.”

  “Whoa!”

  “Hey, she can hit it outta the park, so shut up,” O’Leary said.

  “Awesome!” the third boy exclaimed.

  “Hey, Coach Flynn, when are you gonna have tryouts for next year? O’Leary said you straightened out his swing.”

  O’Leary made a dramatic swing with an invisible bat. “Home run! Outta the park!”

  This time the entire cast on the steps groaned.

  Kelly just laughed. “They any good?” She nodded to O’Leary.

  “Oh, yeah. Not as good as me, of course,” he said with a swagger.

  “Gonna hurl,” Narrator warned.

  Kelly laughed out loud, as did Jennifer. Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Humor always worked.

  “Tell you what, guys. Do a stand-up job with this Nativity scene, and I’ll watch for you in the tryouts. I’ll even put in a good word with Coach Townsend.”

  “Whoa!”

  “Awesome!”

  “Totally!”

  Jennifer handed them scripts. “Three Wise Guys is more like it.”

  “Hey, that’s good,” O’Leary said, incapable of insult. “Which of us is which? You know, Bal-something or another.”

  “Melchior, Caspar, and Balthazar,” Jennifer announced, then pointed. “O’Leary, you’re Melchior. You bring the gold.”

  “Got that right.”

  Jennifer just shook her head and pointed to the other two boys. “Caspar, you’re bringing frankincense. It’s used in perfumes, so it’s really valuable. And you’re Balthazar. You bring myrrh, most precious of all. Couldn’t bury people without it.”

  Balthazar raised his fist, threatening. “See? I’ll bury you guys next summer!”

  “Now I’m gonna hurl,” O’Leary threatened.

  “Get on up there,” Kelly ordered, pointing toward the steps. “No more mouthing off. O’Leary, that means you. And keep your buds in line.”

  “Got it, Coach.”

  “Do we have to wear those stupid bathrobes?” Caspar complained as he followed O’Leary.

  “Yeah, they’re so lame,” Balthazar said, screwing up his face as he sank on the steps beside Mary. She gave him an Annoyed Teenage Girl stare, only used when trying to ignore annoying teenage boys.

  “Well, if you guys have a costume or something that looks like a robe, go ahead and use it,” Kelly suggested.

  “My mother is making my costume,” Angel announced, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder. Stardom was waiting. “She’s even making wings.”

  As if on cue, O’Leary and his buddies grabbed their stomachs and heaved. Loudly. Sheps One and Two convulsed on the steps. Even Mary smiled.

  “Shut up, you guys!”

  “Use whatever you can that fits the setting,” Jennifer said when the laughter died down. Then, glancing at Mary, she added, “You have beautiful reddish brown hair. Why don’t you wear it loose around your shoulders, okay? I’ve got a shawl that would look great on you. I’ll bring it that night.”

  Mary looked up, obviously surprised, and gave Jennifer a little nod. “Okay.”

  “Oh, and one more thing. I’m fairly certain the Blessed Mother didn’t wear a nose ring, so lose it for the service, all right?”

  Mary rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

  Fifteen

  Kelly stared at the menu board hanging on the wall. She couldn’t decide between the Holiday Spiced Latte or the Mint Chocolate Hot Chocolate. Decisions, decisions. Feeling the press of customers behind her awaiting their sugar rush, she handed a bill to the barista. “Holiday Spiced Latte to go, please.”

  Stepping aside, Kelly surveyed her favorite specialty coffee shop in Old Town Fort Connor. Over a century old, the building’s high ceiling was still the original beaten tin imprinted with designs. The aromas of coffee, spices, and chocolate hung in the air, making Kelly hungry. She deliberately turned away from the glass case containing to-die-for desserts. The shop was jammed with holiday shoppers doing exactly the same thing she was—taking a caffeine and sugar break before facing the crowds again.

  The barista handed over the latte, and Kelly inhaled the sweet aromas she always associated with the holidays—cinnamon, cloves, allspice, nutmeg. All mixed into something sweet with caffeine. Now, if she could just finish her shopping before the sugar put her to sleep. All she had left to buy was wrapping paper and gift tags. Tomorrow night would be the perfect time to wrap Steve’s gifts while he was out at a local builders’ meeting. Tonight was another tennis match with Megan and Marty.

  Kelly took a sip and savored the drink while she wove her way around the customers and tables. Late morning sun highlighted the colors of the mural of Van Gogh’s Starry Night that was painted on the wall. As she neared the doorway, she recognized a young woman entering the shop. Her dark hair was pushed up under a knit cloche hat and a fabric baby carrier hung around her neck and shoulders. Inside the carrier was a sleeping baby.

  “Lucy! I haven’t seen you for weeks. How’re you doing?”

  “Hey, Kelly, I’m doing great. It’s good to see you. By the way, I’ve finally spun the last bag of your Wyoming wool. I’ll get it to you next week if you like.”

  Kelly gave a dismissive wave. “Naw, wait till after Christmas. I’m keeping that one for myself.” She leaned over and checked the snoozing babe. “Wow, he’s gotten so much bigger.”

  “Yeah, he’s gonna be a big boy, aren’t you, David?” Lucy said, stroking the front of his snowsuit.

  “Are you coming to the Lambspun Christmas party?”

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You know Lambspun is like my family. Thanks to you guys, my spinning business is doing really well.” Her pretty face spread with a smile.

  “Everyone will be there, so you’ll get a chance to catch up. It’s on Christmas Eve this year, because some of us are helping at the Saint Mark’s family service that afternoon.” She held up crossed fingers. “Jennifer and I took over Hilda and Lizzie’s teenagers last night. They’re doing the Nativity story, and believe me, it’s a challenge.”

  Lucy laughed. “Hilda and Lizzie told me all about it. I’ll be at the service, so I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you and Jennifer.”

  Kelly could remember when Lucy didn’t have much to laugh about. A year ago Lucy was pregnant and abandoned by her cheating lover—and the prime suspect in his murder.

  “Thanks, Lucy. Jennifer and I will need all the good wishes we can get.” Her cell phone jangled then, and Kelly dug in her pocket. A business client’s number flashed on the screen. “See you next week, Lucy. Take care,” she said, waving goodbye.

  Kelly flipped her phone open as she pushed through the doorway and out into the crisp air and sunshine. Sunny, bright, and cold. Colorado cold.

  The trunk top of Kelly’s sporty red car popped open, and she lifted a huge bag of dog food from inside. Carl’s favorite kibbles. Carl started his yipping I-see-food bark as he danced beside the backyard fence. Late afternoon sunshine slanted over the foothills, ready to disappear. Sunset came early now.

  “Yes, it’s all for you, Carl,” Kelly said as she carried the bag to her front door. Digging for her keys, Kelly heard her name.

  “Hey, Kelly,” Rosa yelled across the driveway. “I need to ask you something.”

  “Sure thing,” Kelly called over her shoulder as she pushed the cottage door open. Hefting the bag into the kitchen, she plopped it onto the floor. She could off-load it into the plastic storage bin later.

  Rosa rushed into the cottage. “Kelly, did you buy one of those Christmas capes?”

  “No, I’m not really the cape type. Why?”

  “Darn,” Rosa said, deflated. “One of our best out-of-state customers called this morning, and she wants a cape, really bad. And we’re sold out, of course.”

  “Did she see a picture or something on your website
?”

  “No, apparently a friend sent her a photo of hers, and now this woman is hot to have one for herself. She buys a ton of yarns regularly, so we’re trying to help her find a cape. She’s hoping to buy someone else’s, and she’s willing to pay double.”

  “Wow, she really does want one badly.”

  Rosa nodded and tucked a fallen strand of dark hair behind her ear. “Juliet only brought us seven capes. We could have sold twice that many.”

  “How are you going to track the buyers? Credit card receipts?” Kelly asked as she checked her coffeepot. Empty. Rats.

  “Yep. Six customers paid with a check or credit card. Megan, Claudia, Sheila, one newcomer to the shop, and two online customers. I’ve checked with each, and they all want to keep their capes.”

  “Sheila bought one?” Kelly asked, surprised. Sheila didn’t look like a cape type, either. And she certainly hadn’t demonstrated a flair for fashion. “Somehow, I can’t picture Sheila wearing it.”

  “I think she said it was a present for her niece.”

  “How about the last buyer? Do you have any kind of record like a receipt or something?”

  “Only one customer bought with cash, and I sold it to him. I remember his saying he was visiting Fort Connor on business, and he just happened to see our shop. Of course we have no record of his name, just the receipt.” She sighed. “That’s why I’m asking everyone I can think of. We’d really like to keep this lady from Michigan happy, if you know what I mean.” Rosa headed for the door. “I’d better get back to the shop.”

  Kelly followed her outside. “I’ll keep my ears open and ask around, Rosa. See you later.”

  A familiar red truck lumbered down the driveway. Steve. Kelly reached for the tennis rackets in her trunk before closing it. Was there still pizza in the freezer? she wondered. If not, maybe she and Steve could make a run through a fast-food place before they headed to the courts.

  “Better leave those rackets,” Steve said as he stepped down from his monster truck. Serious trucks roamed Colorado roads, scaring away the smaller ones. “Marty called and said he and Megan can’t make it tonight. So what do you say we go out to dinner?”

  “I take it you’ve already checked, and we’re out of pizza,” Kelly said, smiling as he approached. “We could steal some of Carl’s kibbles. I just bought a big bag.”

  “And risk losing an arm? I don’t think so. Carl would break through the glass door if he saw us eating his food. How about the Jazz Bistro? We haven’t been for a month.”

  “Works for me,” she said, watching Megan suddenly drive up and pull to a stop in front of the cottage.

  “Hey, how come you two can’t play tonight? Turning chicken?” Kelly made cowardly chicken squawks as Megan leaned out the car window.

  “You wish,” Megan taunted with a grin. “Naw, I’ve gotta drag Marty out shopping tonight. He’s barely bought a thing and Christmas is next week. I had to bribe him to give up tennis tonight.”

  “With what?”

  “Food, what else? I promised him a blueberry pie. And that reminds me. Can I ask you a big favor?”

  “You can ask,” Kelly teased. “What do you need?”

  “I told Mimi I’d be in charge of organizing food for the Lambspun Christmas party. Mimi and the others are simply swamped with taking care of customers. And I wondered if you would make some more of Helen’s gingersnap cookies for the party. Please, pretty please.”

  “Wow, I’m not used to someone asking me to cook anything. Let me think—”

  “Hey, we’ll be glad to make gingersnaps,” Steve interrupted. “I saw more of that stuff left in the cabinet. You know, molasses, brown sugar, and ginger. All that stuff.”

  Kelly turned and saw the devilish grin on Steve’s face. “What’s this ‘we’ business? You just want to eat the cookie dough like last time. We pigged out. I thought we were going to the Jazz Bistro tonight.”

  “Hey, don’t change your plans for me, guys. . . .”

  “No, that’s okay, Megan. The jazz can wait. Mimi needs our help, right? And Kelly and I are both busy every night this week. So, why don’t we stay home and make cookies tonight? You know, like we did last time.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  Kelly laughed deep in her throat as she caught his meaning. She remembered the last time they made cookies. “Sure, we can stay at home tonight and . . . make cookies.”

  “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.”

  “Our pleasure, Megan, believe me,” Steve said.

  Sixteen

  “Carl, sit!” Kelly ordered as she walked her dog across the driveway.

  Carl hesitated just a fraction, then sat on the gravel.

  “Good dog, good sit,” Kelly said, rubbing his smooth black head. “Now, down.” She gave the hand signal to lie down. Once again, Carl hesitated a couple of seconds before complying. “Good dog!” Kelly enthused again. “Now, stay,” she ordered, hand up, signaling the command.

  She dropped the leash and backed away slowly. Carl stayed put. Until a black truck turned into the driveway and headed their way. Carl sat up quickly.

  “Okay, Carl, we’ll continue our training inside the shop,” Kelly said, snatching the leash from the gravel as the truck pulled into a space in front of Lambspun.

  REYNOLDS SHEEP BREEDERS read the white block lettering on the side of the truck.

  A tall woman in jeans and denim jacket hopped out of the truck. “Hi, there,” she called to Kelly. “Do you know if Mimi Shafer is in the shop? I’m looking for her.”

  Kelly paused on Lambspun’s front patio. When she stopped, Carl sat obediently on her left. “Good dog,” she said, patting his head before answering the woman. “Sorry, I don’t. I haven’t been inside the shop this morning.” She scanned the cars parked outside. “I don’t see her car, so I don’t think Mimi’s arrived yet.”

  “That’s okay. We can wait out here,” the woman said.

  We? Kelly wondered.

  The woman walked to the back of her truck, opened it up, and lifted out a fuzzy white bundle. An armful of fuzzy white. A small lamb rested comfortably in her arms as if used to being there.

  “Whoa, what a cute lamb,” Kelly said as the woman approached. The lamb bleated but didn’t make a move.

  Carl, however, immediately broke his sit and stood up. “Woof?”

  It was more a questioning what-the-heck-is-that bark than a declarative stay-away-from-my-house bark.

  “Carl, sit,” Kelly ordered, giving a little reminder tug on his collar to make sure he complied. “Don’t worry,” she reassured the woman. “Carl obeys pretty well, but I don’t think he’s ever seen a lamb this close. So it’s pretty darn tempting to go check it out. He’s pretty curious.”

  “That’s okay. Annie’s real used to dogs. We’ve got three sheepdogs at the ranch.” The woman leaned over and held Annie’s hooves close enough for Carl to sniff.

  Carl sniffed each hoof thoroughly while Annie gave an occasional bleat.

  “Whoa, she’s so tame,” Kelly said, unable to resist stroking Annie’s fuzzy white side. Soft white wool. Very familiar to the touch. A little rough in its natural state, still on the sheep.

  “She should be. We raised her from birth after her mother died. We had to bottle-feed her by hand.”

  “You’re kidding!”

  “No, I’m not,” the woman said with a laugh. “Round the clock, too. My husband and I took the night shifts.”

  “Whoa, no wonder she’s so docile.” Kelly stroked again, while Annie hung in her owner’s arms contentedly. She looked up at Kelly with jet black eyes.

  “Baaaah!”

  “She is so cute,” Kelly said, rubbing Annie’s little head, her little round nose. She could feel Carl scowling at her, so she reached over to pat his head. “You’re cute, too, Carl, even if you’re not little and cuddly.”

  “Yeah, my kids just fell in love with her from the start. After a few days of hand-feeding this wee little fuzz ball, I looked at my husband an
d said, ‘This one is definitely not going to auction.’ By the way, I’m Shelly Reynolds.” She reached a hand out beneath Annie.

  Kelly shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Shelly. I’m Kelly Flynn. And I think you made a good call. Does she live in the barn now that she’s bigger?”

  “Oh, no.” Shelly shook her head. “She’s in the house with us. She’s even housebroken, believe it or not.”

  Kelly rolled her eyes. “Oh, my gosh. Don’t tell me how easy she was, or you’ll give Carl a complex. He’s peeved enough as it is.”

  “I hear you. We have to give the dogs enough time as well.” She set Annie on the ground beside them. Annie bleated twice and set about exploring the stone steps of the patio. “Animals truly rule around our place, I guess.”

  “Your ranch is near Wellesley?” Kelly pointed toward the sign on the truck.

  “Yeah, on County Road 17, near the intersection with County Road 68. It’s been in my husband’s family for generations.”

  “You know, my aunt and uncle raised sheep. They owned all this land once upon a time,” Kelly said, gesturing toward the stretch of golf course, which extended all the way to the river that cut diagonally through Fort Connor. “I can still remember coming here as a little girl and seeing Uncle Jim out in the pastures.” She watched Annie sniff the shrubbery bordering the stone patio. “They kept it going as long as they could make a profit, then times got bad and they had to sell the sheep. Uncle Jim started working for the state land service after that. They boarded horses, too.”

  “You know, I remember Helen and Jim coming to visit my father-in-law years ago. I grew up here, too, so I remember them. You must be their niece from the East. Mimi said you’d moved back to town.”

  Kelly nodded. “Yep. Helen’s cottage is mine now. Complete with mortgage.”

  Shelly laughed a throaty laugh. “Isn’t that the truth.”

  A familiar car pulled into the driveway then. “There’s Mimi now,” Kelly said, getting an idea. “Are you and Annie here for a visit? Because Mimi and the others could sure use a stress reliever right now. Annie is just the ticket. Fuzzy and cute.”