Dream a Little Dream (Chicago Stars, #4)(148)

“That’s not necessary.” She glanced around the room toward the kitchen. “Where’s your little boy?”

She forced herself to turn toward the bedroom. “Edward, would you come out here? He’s a little shy.” She hoped this explanation would keep Kristy from expecting too much from him.

Edward appeared in the doorway. He’d tucked Horse head-first into the waistband of his tan shorts, and he stared at the toes of his sneakers as if he’d done something wrong.

“Kristy, this is my son Edward. Edward, I’d like you to meet Miss Brown.”

“Hi.” He didn’t look up.

To Rachel’s annoyance, Kristy didn’t say anything to ease his shyness but simply stared at him. This was going to be even worse than she’d thought. The last thing Edward needed around him was another hostile adult.

Edward finally lifted his eyes, apparently curious why he hadn’t received a response.

Kristy’s mouth curled into a full-fledged smile. “Hello, Edward. Pastor Ethan said you’d be here. I’m happy to meet you.”

Edward smiled back.

Kristy picked up the sack from the blanket chest and walked over to him. “When I heard you’d be staying here, I brought you something. I hope you like it.” Rachel watched Kristy kneel down until she and Edward were on eye level.

“You brought me a present?” Edward couldn’t have sounded more surprised.

“Nothing fancy. I wasn’t sure what you’d like.” She handed him the sack. He opened it, and his eyes widened. “A book! A new book!” His features clouded. “Is it really for me?”

Rachel’s heart felt as if it were breaking. There had been so much bad in Edward’s life, he couldn’t believe anything good was happening.

“Of course it’s for you. It’s called Stellaluna, and it’s about a baby bat. Would you like me to read it?”

Edward nodded, and the two of them settled on the couch as Kristy began to read. As Rachel watched, a lump grew in her throat. He interrupted Kristy with questions, which she patiently answered, and as they continued reading, her plainness disappeared. She laughed at his chatter, her eyes sparkled, and she looked pretty.

Their interaction continued through the supper she insisted they share. Rachel ate sparingly, not willing to deprive Edward of even a bite of the chicken casserole he was devouring. With a feeling of pure pleasure, she watched the food disappear into his mouth.

After dinner, Rachel insisted on cleaning up, but Kristy wouldn’t let her do it alone. While Edward sat on the front porch with his precious book, the two women worked in awkward silence.

Kristy finally broke it. “Have you thought about putting Edward in day care? There’s an excellent facility at church, with a nursery school attached.”

Rachel’s cheeks burned. Edward needed to be around other children, and it would have done him so much good to be separated from her for a little bit. “I’m afraid I can’t afford it right now.”

Kristy hesitated. “It won’t cost you anything. There’s a scholarship I’m sure he’ll qualify for.”


“A scholarship?”

Kristy wouldn’t quite meet her eyes. “Let me take him with me when I go to work tomorrow morning. I’ll get it all straightened out.”

There was no scholarship. This was charity, and more than anything, Rachel wanted to refuse. But she couldn’t afford pride where her son was concerned. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “I’d appreciate it.”

The compassion she saw in Kristy’s eyes filled her with shame.

That night, after Edward was asleep, she let herself out the back door and down the wooden steps. They creaked as she turned on the flashlight she’d remembered to take from the Impala’s glove compartment before the car had been towed. Even though she was so tired that her legs felt boneless, there was something she needed to do before she could allow herself to sleep.

Keeping the beam low to the ground, she swept it along the line of trees behind the house until she found what she was looking for, a narrow path that curled into the woods. She walked toward it, picking out obstacles so she wouldn’t trip.

A branch brushed her cheek, and a night bird cooed. Having been raised in the country, she liked being outside at night when she could be alone with the quiet and the clean, cool smells. Now, however, she could barely concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.

Annie Glide’s cottage was set high on Heartache Mountain, less than half a mile from Rachel’s destination, but she had to stop several times to rest. In the end, it took her nearly half an hour to reach the notch. When she got there, she collapsed on a small outcrop of rock and looked down the other side of the mountain. Down toward the house where she had lived with G. Dwayne Snopes.

It sat brooding in the valley below, built on blood money and deception. The windows were dark now, and moonlight picked out the structure’s shape but not its details. Still, Rachel didn’t need light to remember how ugly it was, how overly grandiose and phony, just like Dwayne.

The garish monstrosity had been his idea of a Southern plantation. A pair of black wrought-iron gates decorated with gold praying hands blocked the bottom of the drive, while the exterior of the house held six massive white columns and a balcony decorated with ugly gold grill-work. The interior was filled with crypt-like black marble, ostentatious chandeliers, swags and tassels, mirrors and glitz, all of it capped off by a marble fountain in the foyer featuring colored lights and a Grecian maiden with showgirl breasts. She wondered if Cal Bonner and his wife possessed the good taste to remove the fountain, but then, she couldn’t imagine anyone with good taste buying the awful house in the first place.