“You sound like a hippie,” Kathy said, putting down her glass of orange juice. Amy scowled and probably would have stuck her tongue out, but Kathy guessed that was beneath her now that she was a “new woman.”
“How did you arrange this?” Dad asked, still not seeming to accept the truth of it.
“I went to a lawyer in Hays and got it changed. I had to take my birth certificate and proof of who I was. Then I talked to a judge, but it wasn’t a big deal.”
Kathy could tell that her dad was upset. He had a way of narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw any time someone crossed him or made him mad. “When did you go to Hays? You never told us about it.”
“I’m eighteen. I’m an adult. I don’t have to tell you everything I do.”
“You do if you live under my roof.”
“That’s my point,” Sunshine protested. “I don’t want to live under your roof. Kathy may be content to go to college and live at home, but I don’t want to. I want to do my own thing and live how I want to live.”
Mom came to the table and sat down as if the shock was too great. Kathy reached over and gently patted her hand. The joy of her own engagement was quickly forgotten in the wake of Amy . . .
Sunshine’s
announcement.
“I want to leave Slocum. I want to leave Kansas. I hate it here and always have,” Amy announced. “I want the trust fund money that Grandma and Grandpa left me.”
“You know that isn’t to come to you until you’re twenty-one or when I deem you’re ready for it,” Dad said, putting down his fork. Apparently he had decided the matter was serious enough to stop eating and focus on the matter at hand.
“I’m ready for it now,” Amy said in her persistent manner. “I plan to leave with or without it, but it’s mine, and I think I deserve to have it now. It will make my life a whole lot easier and safer.”
“That money was intended to help you with college or to buy a house of your own,” Dad replied.
“Or even help with wedding expenses and things like that,” Mom threw in.
Amy rolled her eyes. “I don’t care about any of that. I’m not going to go to college and I’m not going to buy a house. I don’t even have somebody to marry—at least not anymore. I broke up with Todd last week. He’s such a waste of my time. He just wants to stay here and farm like his dad.”
Kathy couldn’t remain silent at this. “Todd’s family has been farming in Kansas for five generations. You can’t fault him for wanting to carry on a family tradition.”
“I don’t care what he wants. It doesn’t match up with what I want, so I broke up with him.” She turned to Dad. “I’m serious. I’ll leave even if you don’t give me the money, but I’ll probably have to work my way to wherever I’m going and sleep on the streets. If that’s what you want, then I guess I’ll deal with it.” Amy had always been the queen of manipulation, knowing exactly which buttons to push to get her own way.
Kathy’s gaze was fixed on her sister, but she heard their mother begin to cry and thought the entire matter had gone on long enough. “You’re a spoiled brat. How can you just come in here and threaten them like that?” Kathy had been seeking to please her parents all of her twenty years of life, while Amy always seemed to have their approval and did nothing to earn it.
Amy pushed her long brown hair over one shoulder. “I finished high school with a 3.9 GPA. I went to church every time the doors were open. I learned to play piano until I was good enough to outperform all the other pianists in the state. I even worked at Myra’s Café to learn financial responsibility, as Dad called it. I’ve done everything that was demanded of me. I want my freedom. I’ve served my time.”
Mom sobbed into her hands. “Oh, Amy.”
“My name is Sunshine,” Amy insisted.
“Where is it you plan to go?” Dad asked.
Kathy could hardly believe he would give Amy’s plan credence. She pushed back her chair and jumped to her feet before her sister could say a word. “Why do you have to ruin everything? This should be my day. I just got engaged to Kyle last night. I was happy until you had to come in here and wreck everything.”
“Well, that’s your problem. If you aren’t still happy to be engaged, then I’d suggest you break it off.”
Kathy wanted to throw something at her sister, but with their mother still crying, she knew better.
“Kathy, sit back down and finish your breakfast. Amy, sit down and talk to me reasonably if you expect me to give this any consideration whatsoever.” Dad was brooking no nonsense, so Kathy quickly complied. Dad’s patience had been exhausted. “Amy, sit down.”
“My name is Sunshine!”
Remembering the way Amy had screeched at them that morning brought Kathy out of her reflection of the past. She stared at her sister, realizing she was talking. “What? What are you saying?” Kathy asked, feeling even more confused.
“I asked you where Mom and Dad are. I want to see them. I want to talk to them—ask them to forgive me.”
Kathy tried to control her anger. That day so long ago had ended in a horrible scene. Sunshine had pushed her position until their father finally agreed to give her the money in the hopes that she would go have her fling and come back home to settle down. No one expected that it would be twelve years in the coming.
“You can’t do this,” Kathy said, forcing her voice to be steady. “You have no right to put us through this again.”
Sunshine was back to looking stunned. “I don’t know what you think I’m here to do, but I assure you, I only want to make peace. Now, are you going to let me in?”
“No,” Kathy said matter-of-factly. “I’m not. You don’t know anything about us. You didn’t care enough about any of us to call or write a note to let us know you were alive and safe. Do you know the agony you put Mom and Dad through? Do you have any idea how they worried? Can you even begin to understand what it cost them—cost me?”
“I think I do now. I didn’t then. I didn’t think anyone would really miss me or care,” Sunshine said, sounding rather sad.
Her tone caused Kathy to lose all control. “You have no idea! Your selfish little antic took away everything I’d ever hoped for—everything I dreamed might be for my life. You took away the peace in this house. You took away the joy. Mom never laughed again—not to her dying day.”
The color drained from Sunshine’s face. “Mom’s dead? No!” She clutched her purse to her chest.
Kathy folded her arms. “What do you care?”
Tears slid down her sister’s face. Kathy tried not to be moved by the sight. Sunshine had hurt them all more than anyone could guess. It was apparent that her sister was deeply hurt by the news, but what about the hurt she had caused?
Sunshine bit her lower lip as her face grew red. It was clear she was trying not to cry, but it was a losing battle. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”
Kathy drew a deep breath and realized she couldn’t continue in such anger. She felt split right down the middle: A part of her hated her sister, while the other half was so happy to see her alive and safe. Sunshine looked absolutely miserable. Gone was any pretense of strength and sophistication. Her sister was obviously hurting—sorry for the truth of the moment. With a sigh, Kathy shook her head. “You would have known if you’d come home.”
“What happened?” Sunshine’s ragged breath caught in her throat. “When?”
“Amy?”
Kathy turned to find their father standing not ten feet behind. He clung to the banister of the stairs, weakened from the cancer that was ravaging his body.
“Is it really you?” he asked.
“It’s really me!” Sunshine wiped at her tears and pushed past Kathy. “Dad, I’ve come back.” She started to cry again. “Oh, Daddy, I’ve come to ask your forgiveness.”
She fell into his arms and hugged him closely. Dad dropped his hold on the banister and held his daughter close. Tears welled in his eyes as he gazed upward murmuring two words over and over. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
Kathy felt immediately convicted by the intense love that showed on his face. He didn’t care that a dozen years had separated them. He didn’t care that his child, long given up for dead, had given no consideration to her parents and their feelings. He probably didn’t even remember that she had stolen money from him.
The lost had been found. The dead had come back to life.
Prodigal Sunshine was home.
GARY HALBERT WAS A MERE SHADOW of the man he’d once been. Born and raised on a Kansas farm, the man had never wanted for more than to work the land. He loved farming, and despite the market’s ups and downs, weather problems, and pests, farming was all he knew and all he wanted to know. Of course, all that changed when he got sick.
Kathy hated the way the cancer had robbed him of his life. The doctors said it was stage four now—spread from the bladder to the liver, lungs, and bones. There was nothing they could do but monitor the pain and control it with a steady supply of narcotics. They told her it would be merely weeks before he succumbed, and that had been five weeks ago.
Dad had been quite stoic about the news. He had talked through all the final preparations with Kathy as though he were planning nothing more emotional than putting in a new fence. Dad had told her what kind of funeral he wanted and how she was to handle the sale of the farm and all its personal property. He made calls to friends, giving them first rights on the purchase of livestock and farm implements, and seemed to adjust well to the fact that his life was at its end. Still, Kathy wondered if he was holding on for something. Now watching him with Sunshine, she thought she knew what he’d been waiting for.
After embracing his child for several minutes, Dad tearfully pulled back to look at her. “You’re all grown up, Sunshine.”
“I’ve got so much to tell you—to say. I’m so sorry, Dad. Sorry for all I put you through.”
“Shhh, that’s not important now.”
Not important?
Kathy’s mind whirled.
How can he say it
isn’t important? How can he act as though nothing matters more
than the fact that she’s waltzed back into our lives? If he dares to
tell her that it doesn’t matter anymore, I swear I’ll scream
.
He faltered on his feet and reached for the banister. Kathy took this as her cue to interrupt the reunion. “Dad, you need to be in bed.” She took hold of his arm.
“Let me help,” Sunshine whispered.
Kathy threw her a look that she hoped made it clear her help wasn’t needed. Apparently it did the job because Sunshine took a step back.
“Why don’t you go get your things,” Dad suggested. “Kathy can show you how to make up the pullout sofa. I’m afraid with things as they are, your old room is full of boxes and such.”
“That’s not a problem, Dad. I don’t even have to stay here if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Kathy was trying to lead her father away from Sunshine, but he stopped. “This is your home too. You’re always welcome here.”
Kathy met Sunshine’s gaze and realized her sister was waiting for some response. Kathy tightened her grip on the back of her father’s pants in order to steady him. “I’ll help you when I get Dad settled in.” She tried, for the sake of her father, to sound civil.
When her father had taken ill, Kathy had converted what had once been the family’s den into a bedroom. Dad wasn’t able to make it up the stairs anymore, and the den was the perfect solution. It turned out to be a much better choice than Kathy could ever have imagined, in fact, because the large picture window and sliding glass door looked out over the vast wheat fields Dad had once farmed. It seemed to please him to at least have this small connection to the life he’d known.
Tony Anderson, long married to Kathy’s best friend, Sylvia, had taken on the farming, and often stopped by to report all the details to Dad. That too brought him a great deal of pleasure. Especially now that he knew his days were numbered and that the farm would soon be sold.
“You mustn’t wear yourself out,” Kathy told him as she helped him swing his legs over the side of the bed.
“She’s home,” he said, shaking his head. “She’s really come back.”
“Yeah, she’s come back, all right.”
“You don’t sound happy. What’s wrong?”
She helped him to adjust the bed to a comfortable position. “I guess I’m surprised that she’s come back after twelve years without a single word to any of us. That takes some nerve.”
“Don’t be angry, Kathleen. This is a good thing—it’s a God-given answer to prayer.”
“I know you feel that way, but I don’t.” Kathy helped him to get comfortable by tucking pillows under various parts of his body. There were about a dozen pillows of varying sizes, and they generally used them all. “I can’t just act as if nothing’s happened,” she said as she pulled the sheet up. “I can’t pretend twelve years haven’t passed without a word.”
“I love her, Kathy. I love her just as I love you.” He looked at her with such a pleading in his eyes that Kathy immediately felt ashamed of her outburst.
“Of course you do. I’m sorry.” She offered him some water, but he turned it down. “Are you hungry?” She knew the answer even before her father opened his mouth.
“Not just yet. Maybe something later.”
But Kathy knew later would be long in coming. Her father was eating very little these days. The doctor had already advised her that this pattern would continue until he ate and drank nothing at all. When that happened, it would probably be no more than a week before he died.
Dad reached out for her hand. “Kathy, I know you’re angry, but I’m begging you to let it go. My prayers have been answered today. Seeing Amy again was the only thing I wanted before I died. The only thing I prayed for.”
Kathy felt horribly selfish. Her own misery and pain over Sunshine’s return were nothing compared to the peace she knew he’d be feeling. Their father would finally feel he could die. But maybe that only made her resent Sunshine’s reappearance even more. Frankly, Kathy wasn’t sure she was ready to say good-bye to Dad and all that she’d known on the farm.
Kathy drew a deep breath and studied her father’s face. “I know. I don’t know why it upsets me so. I guess I just keep thinking of how she cost me everything—how she completely altered my life with her selfish choices.”