Enright Family Collection (134 page)

“Hey, yourself!” he shouted back.

She drove the tractor steadily if not expertly, and pulled within a few feet of him before cutting the throttle and bringing the tractor to idle.

“What do you think?” She grinned, pointing to the plowed sections of the field. “Pretty good for a novice, no?”

He pretended to inspect her efforts, then nodded, “Not bad.”

“Not bad?!” Georgia hooted. “I’m doing a damned fine job.”

Matt laughed. “You are doing a damned fine job. Who taught you how to handle this thing?”

“I taught myself.”

“You taught yourself?” He repeated almost dumbly. “Damn. I was twelve before my aunt let me drive a tractor, and that was after several hours of instruction and years of watching her drive.”

“Well, I admit if Laura hadn’t started it up one day, I might have had a problem figuring out how to get it running, but other than that, it just took some practice. It’s really not much more difficult than driving a stick shift, though someone should consider selling these babies with power steering. A little clumsier than a sports car, maybe, and I’d sure hate to see this thing doing eighty on a freeway, but it really wasn’t such a big deal, once I got the hang of it.” She slid off her sunglasses and cleaned them with the long end of her shirt. “It sure beat trying to dig up this section of field.”

“I told you I’d help.”

“Well, Matt, quite frankly, after the way you tore out of Ally’s birthday party, I thought I’d be wise not to wait for your assistance.” She stood on the tractor with one hand on her hip, the other on the steering wheel.

“I can’t say that I blame you.” He rubbed the back of his neck, as if perhaps that motion could somehow prevent the flush of red from spreading upward toward his face. “Georgia, I’m sorry. I overreacted to ... well, it’s a long story. But it never should have happened.”

“I think the person who deserves the apology is Ally. It was her party.” Georgia had folded both arms across her chest.

Matt knew enough about body language to know what
that
meant. The last thing he wanted now was for her to close him out.

“You’re right, of course. I’ve already spoken with Ally and I think she understands. I was hoping that maybe, if you and I could talk over dinner, maybe you’d understand, too.” He knew he was holding his breath, waiting for her answer, and was trying his damnedest to act as if he wasn’t.

“I’m in the mood for pizza today. That’s what I was planning on having tonight.”

“No problem.” he told her, relieved. The Italian restaurant in O’Hearn was an upbeat sort of place, with an old fashioned juke box and a steady stream of locals. It might be easier to say some of the things he knew he’d have to say in an atmosphere like that.

“Actually, I make my own,” she was saying. “I already made the dough. You’re welcome to join me.”

So much for the old safety in numbers defense.

“Thanks. I’d like that. What’s a good time?”

“Six should be about right. I want to get the rest of this side plowed up, then I’ll need a little time to get cleaned up.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go out to eat?”

“Positive.”

“Well, then, could I give you a hand with the rest of the plowing?”

“Nope,” she grinned and slid the dark glasses back onto her face as she turned and pulled herself back up onto the tractor. “I’m doing just fine.”

“Well, then I guess I’ll see ...”

Matt’s words were drowned out by the roar of the tractor.

“... you around six.” He tried to shout over the engine.

She touched the brim of her straw hat in a sort of salute, then went on about her business.

“Six it is,” he said aloud, knowing that she had not heard, since she had already turned the tractor around and headed off down the next row.

Matt tried to whistle for his dog who had taken off in pursuit of a few crows, but found his mouth was dry. He tried to look away, but it was near impossible not to notice just how fine Georgia looked astride that wide black leather seat, her back ramrod straight, her hair stretching down her back in a straight line under the hat.

Very fine indeed.

It should, he conceded as he set off to find Artie, make for a very interesting evening.

The first thing that Matt noticed when he came into the kitchen at six on the nose was the intriguing combination of aromas that met him at the back door—garlic and basil and honeysuckle.

The second thing he noticed was that Georgia had changed into a soft, sage-green clingy little number that looked like what he supposed a leotard might look like if it ended in a long skirt. He did later recall that when she turned around to greet him, he’d thought how her eyes were almost the same color as the dress.

The third and last thing he remembered—for a
while, anyway—was the sound of his heart hitting the floor when she smiled up at him.

“You look ...” he was aware that he was stammering, but couldn’t figure out how not to.

“... less dusty?” She finished the sentence for him. “Cleaner?”

“I don’t think that was what I had in mind, but we’ll let it pass.” He cleared his throat, and tried to appear nonchalant. “That’s a great dress.”

“Thanks,” she smiled again. “Are you hungry?”

“Sure.”

“Dinner’s just about ready.” She started to open the oven. “I’ll be drinking iced tea, if you wouldn’t mind getting the pitcher out of the refrigerator. And I think Ben left a six-pack of beer on the bottom shelf, if you’d rather have that.”

“Iced tea is fine.”

“The glasses are in that cupboard. I moved them.” She pointed to the cupboard next to the sink.

Georgia opened the door and pulled the rack out slightly. “Looks like dinner is ready.”

With a spatula she slid the three small pizzas onto a serving tray, and placed it on the kitchen table. Her every movement, it seemed to Matt, was both graceful and efficient.

“Must be all those years of dancing.” He was appalled when he realized he’d spoken aloud.

“What’s that?” She pulled out a seat for him and motioned for him to sit.

“Ah ...” he found himself clearing his throat again. “You, ah, move like a dancer.”

“I am a dancer,” she whispered, as if confiding a
big secret, then grinned and pointed to the pizzas. “I probably should have asked you if you like artichokes.”

“I do.”

“Oh, good.” She seemed relieved, then placed the largest of the rounds on his plate. “I’m not sure that everyone would like this combination.”

“What is it?”

“Artichokes and tomatoes and red onions with a little mozzarella cheese on top.”

“What’s the green and white stuff on the bottom?” He tried not to appear to be inspecting the offering as closely as he felt compelled to do.

“Cream cheese and spinach.”

“Oh.”

“It tastes better than it sounds,” she assured him, “but if you don’t like it, I have some tofu lasagna from last night ...”

“No. No, this is fine. It looks great.” Matt smiled and cut his pizza into quarters.

Tofu lasagna?

He’d take his chances with the pizza.

“So. What are you going to plant out back of the barn?”

“Oh, all kinds of things. Lots of vegetables and herbs. I’m really excited about it. For the past few years, I’ve been buying organic vegetables from a market in Baltimore. Now I’ll be growing my own.” She was clearly pleased.

“What did you decide to do for water?” He asked as he took the first brave bite into the artichoke pizza.

“What?” She looked puzzled.

“Water. To water your plants.” He took another bite. “You know, this is really good. Very good. Really.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” She frowned, then asked. “Isn’t there a hose?”

“There’s a water hookup in the barn that Aunt Hope used to run the irrigation system from, but I think it might be overkill to set all that up for a small garden area.”

“I thought I could just use a hose.” Georgia looked a little flustered. Her right index finger began tapping on the table.

“You’ll need about a dozen of them to reach from the inside of the barn to the place where you’re plowing.”

“Can I do that? Just get a bunch of hoses and hook them together and water the plants that way?”

“I guess that could work.” He nodded. “It might take the water a while to travel all that distance. And it would be very awkward to move all those hoses around.”

“As long as it works.” She said thoughtfully. “Damn. I didn’t think about that—about getting the water out there.”

“Well, you know, your garden is actually closer to the old chicken house than it is to the barn. At one time, there was a separate water line that fed out to that building. If you like, I’ll take a look at it and see if it’s still hooked up.”

“Oh, would you? That would be wonderful.” She beamed, and Matt knew right then that she’d have an easy source of water if he had to dig her a well with his bare hands. All she had to do was smile like that,
and he’d dig clear through to China, if that’s what it took.

“Would you like some dessert?” Georgia asked when the last of the pizza had been eaten. “I bought some raspberries in Tanner’s yesterday. They’re perfect. And we’re having a special on birthday cake this week. Ally left me with a slab ...”

He put his fork down quietly. This was his opening.

“Georgia, about Ally’s party. I’m sorry I walked out. It was rude of me.”

“You know, all week long I was trying to think of what I might have said or done that caused you to leave so suddenly.”

“What
you
did ...?”

“You seemed to be having such a good time, seemed to be getting along with everyone. I figured maybe I said or did something that upset you for you to leave without saying good-bye.”

He reached across the table and touched the tips of the fingers of her left hand with his own.

“It was nothing that you said or did. It was my reaction to something that I didn’t fully understand.” Matt watched her fingers spin the spoon around and around, and in that moment wanted nothing as much as he wanted to take that tiny hand in his own. So he did. “You know that my mother is in Riverview ...”

“Yes, of course. Laura told me. I’m so sorry, Matt. I can’t even begin to understand how difficult it must be for you and Laura and Ally. I don’t know how I’d cope if my mother was in that situation.”

“Lately, it’s been more and more difficult, because
her disease is progressing, and we know now that recovery is not an option. We all miss her, we mourn her, almost as if she’s already passed away, in a sense. Her body is still there, and for the most part, she still
looks
the same,
but
there is really so little left of the woman we knew. All the things that made her so unique have been devoured by her disease. We all want things to be the way they used to be, but we can’t bring her back. Ally’s birthday was a hard time for us. Birthdays have always been very important to my mother.”

“I’m sure you missed having her here.”

“I did.” Her sincerity and concern touched him, making it easier for him to continue. “Do you remember when Laura told Ally to give the piece of cake with her name on it to Delia?”

“Not really. I think I might have been in the kitchen trying to sweet talk the old coffee maker into doing its thing.”

“Laura handed the plate to Ally and said, ‘This goes to Grandma.’” Matt wondered if the truth made him sound as petty and foolish as he was, at that moment, beginning to feel. Not a good enough reason not to continue, he knew. If he was going to tell her why he had left, it would have to be the truth. “We had always given the ‘name’ piece of birthday cake to our mother. Laura and I always did it, Ally did it, too. It was just sort of an honor, we thought.”

“And you thought that Laura was passing that honor to Delia,” Georgia said softly, squeezing his hand lightly to let him know she understood. “Which
of course, has other implications—Delia being Laura’s birth mother.”

“Let me guess. Psychology major.” He said wryly.

“No,” she shook her head, “I never went to college. Too busy dancing.”

“That’s a shame. You’d probably make a great psychologist.” His fingers entwined with her smaller, delicate ones.

“Actually, it’s on my list.”

“Your list?”

“Of things I might want to explore.” She tugged on his hand impatiently. “We’re getting off the subject. You thought that Laura was giving Delia something that you felt was rightfully Charity’s, and you resented it.”

“You would definitely make a great shrink,” he repeated. “That’s exactly how I felt. I know it sounds petty, but that’s exactly how I felt.”

“It’s not petty. Yours is a difficult position to be in. I don’t know that I’d feel any differently. And I admire your loyalty and your devotion to your mom. And besides, you apparently didn’t know that my mother was going to stop at Riverview and drop the cake off for your mother.”

“Not until I arrived at the home the next morning and saw the cake.” He frowned. “But how did you know?”

“Laura had mentioned it earlier in the day, before Ally cut the cake. I’m surprised that you didn’t hear her.”

“I wonder if that was when I went out to my truck to look for matches for the candles.” He tried to
recall, but could not. “Well, for whatever reason, Laura’s remark just set me off. I just wanted out, and away from all of you.”

Matt knew he had to go on and finish the job. “I felt like you all were Laura’s family now, and that her other family—Charity’s family—didn’t maybe matter so much anymore. I realize that it sounds so stupid ...”

“I don’t think it sounds stupid. I think I’d probably have felt the same way.”

“Did you know that your mother goes out to Riverview at least once a week—sometimes twice—to read aloud to the residents?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t find that odd, that someone like your mother would travel all that distance to read to people she doesn’t even know?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“No, I don’t find it odd, knowing my mother,” she appeared to bristle slightly. “But I’d sure like to know what you mean by ‘someone like my mother.’”

Matt wasn’t oblivious to the rise in her voice and the snap of annoyance that brought those green eyes down a shade or two.