One stood by his bed and kissed his blind-fold to make all the hurt better. When she moved away, he whispered, “Cinnamon.”
Karlee braided rag strips together in a bracelet of red and blue and tied it around the girl's wrist. Then she made another of yellow and green for her sister. Both loved their bracelets.
Karlee knew she now had a way of telling them apart.
They chattered and talked as she worked on the dolls. When they talked to one another, Karlee couldn't understand them clearly. It was as though they had their own language, secret from the world. Every few minutes, one would stand and pat her father, reassuring herself he was there.
Daniel didn't speak, but turned his head toward them, listening to their voices. His strong features never moved a fraction to smile, but she knew they brought him peace.
Near noon, Karlee collected the scraps and the half-completed dolls. “Say good-bye to your father. It's time for lunch. He needs to sleep a while.”
The twin with the red and blue bracelet stood and kissed Daniel while the other said good-bye.
To Karlee's surprise, he leaned into the golden curls of his daughter. “Good-bye, my little cinnamon angel,” he said.
All day, Karlee watched the two girls. Now that she knew them apart, she noticed how very different they were. The one with the smell of cinnamon in her hair was quieter, letting her sister take the lead every time. She was also the most loving in her manner.
The other twin, with the yellow and green bracelet, was far more questioning. Her words came faster and more clearly. As night fell and they ate their supper on the back porch with Valerie and Wolf, this twin asked one question after another about the stars. She said that when she grew up she wanted to be a star.
By the time she dressed them for bed, Karlee had began calling one Starlett and the other Cinnamon. Though they were asleep, she knew she'd never think of them as twin again. Even without the bracelets, she'd know which one was which. They were so different, she found it surprising she hadn't noticed.
When she tucked them in and went back downstairs, Wolf was sitting beside Daniel's bed. The huge, hairy man twisted his hat in his beefy hands as if determined to strangle the covering before it could get away.
“We've got to do something,” Wolf's gravel voice filled the hallway. “Gerilyn heard about the fire and wired the sheriff as to your and the twins' condition. Old Hank didn't know no better than to wire back the truth. Like a snake smelling spring, she's on her way.”
When Daniel didn't answer, Wolf added, “If Gerilyn sees you like this, she'll insist on taking the twins back to New Orleans. She may say it's just for a while, until your eyes heal. Once she has them, there will be hell to cross to get them back.”
Daniel didn't respond. Karlee couldn't help but wonder if he was awake enough to care. She moved to the foot of the bed and watched his face carefully for some clue. Wolf swore under his breath, telling the world how he felt about the woman's arrival.
“Do you know May's sister?” Karlee asked Wolf.
The big man shook his head. “I've just heard about her. She got all upset when he brought the twins, as newborns, to Texas. Swore she'd find a way to take them from him. She's visited a few times, but I've managed to be several hundred miles away. I figure if she don't like the McLains, finest men I know north or south, there isn't much chance she'll like me.”
“I've met her.” Karlee let out a long breath. “She was three years older than May and, as far as I know, she's always gotten everything she ever wanted. When I met her, she considered May… and me… nothing more than pests.”
“What else do you know about her?” Wolf had given up trying to talk to Daniel.
“I know she married a well-to-do man, so if she had the girls, she could take good care of them. She has no children of her own that I've heard about. Aunt Rosy corresponded with her from time to time.” Karlee frowned. “From what I remember when I visited, Gerilyn wouldn't talk to May most days. And I was invisible. It's surprising that she'd want to raise her sister's children. I'd never thought of her as a nurturing woman.”
“If you ask me, she doesn't,” Wolf grumbled. “ Gerilyn just can't stand Daniel, that's all. Seems he married May, the youngest girl, before she was eighteen, leaving Gerilyn to have to bear the social shame of being the old maid in the family. I heard Daniel talk about how she tried to stop the wedding.”
Karlee wasn't surprised at Gerilyn's hatred. She remembered being given some of the girl's hand-me-downs when she was leaving their house. Gerilyn's mother had insisted on packing the dresses, now too small for her daughter, in Karlee's box. All the time she packed, she apologized that they couldn't keep Karlee as long as planned, but “things come up, you know.”
Gerilyn resented having her dresses passed on to someone else. Two days later when Karlee opened the box, the dresses had been cut to shreds. The book May gave her had been ripped in half.
The memory frightened Karlee, but never so much as it did now. For now it wasn't a few dresses at stake, but two little girls.
“What can we do?” Karlee fretted.
Wolf shook his head. “If Daniel's brothers get here, they might can stall Gerilyn. After all, they've as much right to the girls as she has, since Danny has no wife.”
“But he'll never give up his girls. Not to anyone.” She brushed her hand across the bandage covering Daniel's arm. Maybe he was using all of his energy trying to think of something. Maybe he was too wounded to know there was a problem.
But one thing she knew, if there was an ounce of life left in him, Daniel McLain still cared about his daughters. Even blind and hurt, he wouldn't give them up.
“We have to think of something.” She understood why he held on so tightly. They were all he had. She saw him as far richer than her, and knew she'd fight dearly if the twins belonged to her.
“He could let Gerilyn have them now and then go after the twins when he recovers. I'd ride by his side.” Wolf's tone was dull. They all knew he voiced no option, only a fear of the inevitable.
“No.” Karlee patted Daniel's hand lightly. If she hadn't met Gerilyn as a child, she would never believe a woman would do such a thing. Even at eleven, her eyes had been the crystal blue of one without a heart. “He can't let her take them away.”
Wolf stood, wanting action. “I'll go check on the boy out yonder. Maybe if I walk, my brain will work better and I can think of something.” He stormed out without another word.
Karlee knelt beside Daniel's bed. She knew he was awake. She told herself she didn't blame him for not talking. There was nothing to say. A blind man was no match for Gerilyn.
Leaning her head against the mattress, Karlee fought back the tears. She knew what it was like to grow up in a home where no one wanted her… where no part of the house belonged to her… where love and caring were things she watched but never felt.
Silently, she cried, wishing she could reach out and comfort Daniel but unsure what he'd do if she tried. She pushed her tears onto the sheet and swallowed any sobs.
A rattle sounded beyond the kitchen and Wolf was back wrinkling his beard with a huge smile. He slapped his leg with such force Karlee jumped.
“I got it,” he boomed. “You could marry Danny.”
“I don't think so.” She wiped her eyes and tried to guess if the man could have gotten drunk in the time it took him to walk to the barn and back.
“Of course you can. You're not married, he's not married. That's the way it works. If Danny had a wife, there'd be no question about the twins staying.”
“No.” Karlee began shaking her head and moving away. “I don't plan ever to marry. We'll have to think of something else. He wouldn't want to be married to me anyway.” Daniel had run when he kissed her. There was no telling what he'd do if he had to marry her.