When they got to the end, Charles flipped past that last picture.
“Looks like there are some blank pages in this book, Son. What are you going to fill them with?”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Walking into Christ Episcopal at five minutes before midnight wasn’t as hard as Lucy expected, maybe because she was numb. And she needed numb because she had thought she’d be here with Brantley tonight. That had been the plan, then on to Miss Caroline’s house for eggnog and opening one gift. Instead, she would spend the night in Missy’s guest room.
She slipped into the pew beside Missy and gave a little wave down the line to Luke, Lanie, Tolly, Nathan, and Kirby. Harris was in the choir and everyone’s kids were with grandparents.
Louisa Bennet turned from two rows ahead and gave Lucy a sweet, sympathetic smile. It was only then that it occurred to her that this was her first journey into polite company since the night of the proposal. No one seemed to be pointing and whispering. Not that it mattered. What mattered was that Brantley was alone and hurting.
Only not really alone. Charles and Miss Caroline were with him. But she imagined that he felt as alone as she would feel at Missy’s tomorrow amid all the kids, noise, and extended families.
But she was glad she came tonight. It was soothing—the carols, the candlelight, communion, and the Christmas story. She knew the service by rote and that was comforting. Some things remained the same. That might not always be good, but it was predictable.
When the service was over, there were hugs and Merry Christmases all around but not a word about Brantley or what had happened.
Missy took her hand. “Okay, I’m going to ride with you to your house. Harris will pick us up and we’ll leave your car.”
Missy was still afraid she was going to opt out and spend Christmas alone. Not a bad idea, but not possible.
“I can’t. I’ve got flower guild duty. I’ll be along soon.” Missy looked doubtful and a little anxious. The others were frowning too. Lucy forced a little laugh. “Go home! All of you. Make Christmas happen.” Then she turned to Missy. “I have my bag in the car. I’ll come straight over. Any chance for some of that homemade hot chocolate of yours with the coffee liquor while we wait for Santa?”
“You bet!” Missy smiled and it was clear that she would have walked to Antarctica to get Lucy an icicle if she thought it would make her happy. Unfortunately, the only thing that Lucy wanted, Missy couldn’t get for her. No one could.
“Lucy, do you need help with the flowers?” Lanie asked.
“Sure!” Tolly said. “We’ll all help.”
Lucy smiled at their eagerness. “No. Anna Beth Benson is helping me.” She looked toward the altar. “There she is. She’s already brought the cart from the flower room.”
They all looked at her with expressions that meant they wanted to help her but they didn’t know how.
She laughed again and started passing out a second round of hugs. “Go! And Merry Christmas.”
It took two trips to move the potted poinsettias and the three flower arrangements to the flower room. The poinsettias would be delivered to the hospital as they were, but the three arrangements had to be reworked into ten smaller bouquets. Anna Beth pulled the vases from the cabinet as Lucy began to sort the roses, narcissus, holly berries, and evergreens.
“This won’t take long,” Lucy said.
“I hope not.” Anna Beth began to fill the vases with water and for the first time Lucy noticed she was a little tense.
“What’s wrong, Anna Beth?”
“Everything!” she burst out and looked like she might cry. “You know my kids have gotten to the age where every toy they get needs batteries. They were in bed by ten. Dale’s parents are here and they were asleep even before that. Anyway, the kids’ gifts were hidden in the garage. Our plan was to get batteries in everything, come to church, and then all we’d have to do is put everything under the tree after we got home.” She refilled her pitcher. Her hands were shaking. “So I had the batteries. I counted up how many and what kind we needed, Lucy. I did. I made a list.”
“I believe you,” Lucy said.
“They were in a sack and I put them in the laundry room on top of the drier. But when I went to get them, they weren’t there. We tore the house apart. I told Dale they weren’t in my car, but he looked there anyway. The only thing I can think of is that in the chaos, they got thrown away. Anyway, by then everything was closed. We went everywhere. We didn’t even come to church. I just came in time to do this. Now Dale is driving around to friends’ houses, seeing who might have batteries left after putting together their kids’ stuff.” She teared up a little. “I just hope we can get enough so that some of their things will work and they won’t be completely disappointed. I guess we can switch batteries from toy to toy in the morning but what are they going to think about that? What kind of Santa Claus wouldn’t bring enough batteries?”
Anna Beth’s phone rang. “Excuse me,” she said and answered it.
Another person in Lucy’s position might have been frustrated with Anna Beth, thinking that missing batteries was nothing in the scheme of things. But Lucy’s heart warmed. She longed for a time when she might be upset at the possibility of her children being disappointed.
“No, Dale,” Anna Beth was saying. “Not C. D cell. And four won’t do any good. It has to be eight. Okay. Tell Patsy thank you and take them. We might happen on more.”
Lucy couldn’t help Brantley. She couldn’t heal her own broken heart, but this she could solve.
“Anna Beth,” she said once the other woman had hung up the phone. “The big gas stations out by the interstate—they have batteries. You can’t get any yogurt, but they have batteries, all you want. And they don’t close.”
Anna Beth’s mouth formed a perfect O. “We didn’t think. Oh! We are so stupid.”
Lucy stepped around and took the water pitcher from her. “Go, Anna Beth. I’ve got this.”
She hesitated. “I can’t leave you with all this. And alone in the church.”
“I’ll have it done in no time. And I’m not alone. Franklin is vacuuming the sanctuary. He won’t leave until I do.” Anna Beth looked hopeful. Lucy laughed. She seemed to be laughing a lot tonight for other people’s comfort. “Go, Anna Beth. Make Christmas happen for your children.”
“Really, Lucy? You don’t mind? I won’t forget this.” And she was gone, calling Dale as she went.
“Merry Christmas,” Lucy said to the empty air and began to arrange flowers and greenery methodically. Maybe she would deliver the flowers to the hospital herself. She could even do it tomorrow, on Christmas Day, instead of the day after. Those sick people would need a little extra cheer. And come to think of it, she might need to get away from Missy’s for a little while.
She had signed up for hot chocolate and sofa time with Missy, something they both usually loved. But not tonight. Whatever Missy’s tact turned out to be would feel wrong—whether she tried to console, motivate, or even ignore. Though ignoring wasn’t likely. Not Missy’s style at all.
She tucked one final piece of holly into the last arrangement. All done. She wiped down the counters and locked the door of the flower room. Franklin was polishing the altar with lemon oil when she went into the sanctuary.
“I hope I haven’t held you up, Franklin,” she said.
“No.” He paused and smiled at her. “I like to leave everything clean before I go. Besides, I left one big rambunctious mess at my house. Grandkids everywhere. My wife chopping and cooking ninety to nothing. Grown kids playing cards and arguing like they’re five years old. They all think they’ve got to spend the night with us on Christmas Eve. You can’t walk for the sleeping bags.”