Angels in the Snow (17 page)

“But it’ll be lunchtime soon,” urged Anna, sounding more mature now. “And you’ll have to stop to eat anyway, won’t you? Why not just stay a little longer and eat lunch with us?”

“We’d love to have you,” added Garret. “And Louise is a really great cook.”

“Yeah!” agreed Anna with youthful enthusiasm. “She’s the one who taught me everything I know, which is pretty important since Dad’s totally hopeless in the kitchen.”

“I know Louise would be thrilled to have you,” said Doug. He looked down to see his small son now hopping from one foot to the other. “Excuse me, but I think Hayden may need to visit the little boys’ room.”

“Please, come!” Anna peered up at Claire hopefully.

Claire looked at Garret and, despite herself, thought he looked hopeful too. “Well, I suppose I—”

“Yes!” Anna made a victory fist.

“Great,” said Garret. “Why don’t you go on ahead of us. We need to pick up a few things at the store, and then we’ll meet you at the cabin.”

Claire walked over to her Jeep, feeling almost as if she were in a dream. But as she opened the door for Michael, she realized what she’d just agreed to. What had she been thinking? What was the sense of putting herself into what seemed a very precarious position when she obviously lacked the emotional stamina to survive more pain? Why hadn’t she simply made her excuses and run? But how could she back out now? She drove back toward the cabin, feeling dazed. But as she drove, she prayed. And as she prayed, she felt a faint glimmer of hope—like maybe she could get through this after all.

“You’re back?” said Louise as she threw open the door. “Oh, I’m so glad. Can you come in?”

Claire nodded dumbly as she was led inside. “I—uh—I’m Claire. I met Garret and Anna at the store—and your husband and son too.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful.” Louise reached for Claire’s coat. “And they must’ve convinced you to join us for lunch then.”

“Yes. Anna wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Well, good for Anna.” Louise hung up Claire’s coat, then turned to face her. “You seemed a little upset earlier. Is everything okay?”

Claire saw how Louise’s eyes were almost identical to Garret’s, same mixture of blue, green, and gray. Why hadn’t she noticed this earlier? Perhaps she would have
saved herself from a lot of unnecessary upheaval. She sighed deeply. “Can I be perfectly frank with you?”

Louise placed her hand on Claire’s. “Of course, please do.”

And so Claire began to pour out her story, explaining how she’d first met Garret and Anna on that snowy day, her confusing feelings afterwards, and then how her hopes had risen when they appeared at her showing. Finally she told about her challenge from Jeannie to come back here. “And now I feel like such a fool; I mean I totally lost it when I thought you were Garret’s wife. I feel so stupid. And, believe it or not, it’s not really like me to do something like—like this.”

Louise put her hand over her mouth as if to suppress laughter. “Oh, this is just too incredible!”

Claire stared at her in horror. Did Louise think she was lying? Or perhaps something else? Something worse? “What is it?” she said quietly, preparing herself for the worst. “What’s wrong?”

Louise waved her hand. “I’m sorry, Claire; forgive me. But, you see, Garret called me a week or so ago. He told me all about how this beautiful artist appeared on his porch in the middle of a blizzard one day. At first he made it sound like it was only Anna who’d been so taken in by you, but I could tell right away that his heart was involved. But then he said that he noticed you were wearing a wedding ring and so, he figured, erroneously as it turns out, that that was that. Then just a couple days later, Lucy, you know, down at the store, straightened him out on that account. And then he and Anna made that special trip just to see you at your opening. And,
well, my poor brother’s been wracking his brain trying to figure out a way to get together with you ever since.”

“Really?”

Louise nodded with girlish enthusiasm. “Just don’t say you heard it from me.” She glanced out the window toward the driveway. “And one more thing before they get back: Garret’s wife died of cancer about six years ago. It was very unexpected and tragic. He’s never really had a serious relationship since then.”

Claire swallowed. “Thanks for telling me all this.”

“Well, I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I don’t want you running back off to the city prematurely either.”

Claire smiled. “I guess maybe I could stick around a bit longer.”

Louise squeezed her hand. “Good.”

“Can I give you a hand with anything?” Claire glanced around the room, longing for something to do, something to keep her busy and distract her thoughts. “I heard you’re a whiz in the kitchen, but I’d love to help.”

“Sure, why don’t you make the salad?”

Claire focused all her attention on cleaning and cutting and prettily arranging the salad ingredients into the big wooden bowl, and by the time she heard the front door opening, she thought maybe she could handle this. Just maybe.

Anna shrieked when she walked in the front door, causing both Louise and Claire to drop what they were doing and dash out of the kitchen just in time to see the girl staring at the painting that was now propped on a chair.

“Is this
it?
” Anna cried. “Claire, did you really bring this for me?”

Claire nodded. “I thought you should have it.”

Anna shook her head. “I cannot believe it. This is so cool!”

“Are you sure about this?” asked Garret, his eyes concerned. “This is a very valuable—”

“I want her to have it.” Claire folded her arms across her chest in what she hoped appeared to be a convincing posture but was merely an attempt to conceal her now trembling hands.

“It’s very generous.” Garret turned to Doug. “Come here, you’ve got to see this.” Then he began telling Doug about Claire’s showing in the city. Claire felt certain she could hear the pride in Garret’s voice, and she turned away, hiding her pleased smile. The two men stood with Anna, admiring the painting.

Louise and Claire had barely returned to their final preparations in the kitchen before the elderly Hendersons arrived, and suddenly the little cabin was overflowing with laughter and voices. If the couple felt surprised to discover an unexpected guest, they didn’t show it. Before long Claire felt almost like part of the family. She laughed as young Hayden galloped through the kitchen, chasing after Michael, who was having the time of his life.

Claire was beginning to feel more relaxed now, and lunch went relatively smoothly. The interesting mix of people and ages kept the conversation hopping from one topic to the next—a great relief to Claire since she already felt like she’d hopped onto a roller coaster today. She kept herself from looking at Garret too often, afraid that others at the table might notice and wonder, or that she might make him feel uncomfortable. But she did sneak an occasional quick peek, at the same time wanting to pinch herself, wondering if all that Louise had told her could possibly be true.

Finally, she felt it was time for her to leave. “Thanks so much,” she said, getting up from the table. “It was so nice to meet everyone, and lunch was delicious. I’m glad Anna talked me into it. But I really should hit the road—”

“You’re not thinking about going back to the city today, are you?” Louise’s question sounded innocent
enough, but Claire could tell by the glint in her eyes that she was up to something. “You don’t really want to be making that long trip back to San Francisco on Christmas Eve, do you?”

“Well, I—”

“We’re all going out to cut a tree this afternoon,” Louise continued. “Can’t you stay a little longer and go with us?”

“Oh, please,” begged Anna. “Come get a tree with us,
please?
”

“It’s quite an experience,” said Garret. “Tree hunting with the Hendersons. Why, it might even inspire you to paint something . . . comical.”

She smiled. “Well, I suppose I could stay a little longer.” She glanced over to Michael who was now stretched contentedly by the fire. “And I know my dog’s not all that eager to get back to the city.” She laughed. “In fact, if I didn’t know better, I might think he actually planned this whole thing by getting himself lost today.”

“God does work in mysterious ways.” Louise grinned.

“I better go back to the cabin first.” Claire thought for a moment. “I need to change into hiking clothes, and if I’m staying the night, I’ll need to get the fire going again—it’s my only source of heat there.”

Anna’s eyes were bright. “Then you’ll come back and join us?”

Claire smiled. “I guess so.”

Garret walked her out to the driveway. “I’m glad you’re going to stick around, Claire.” He opened her door for her. “I was a little worried earlier. I mean you didn’t seem all that glad to see us up at the store. I thought maybe I’d done something to offend you.”

She shook her head. “Oh, no. I was just feeling a little rattled, I guess. You know, being in a hurry and losing Michael and all.” She had no intention of telling him that she’d been upset because she’d assumed Louise was his wife.

“I’d really been hoping—actually praying even—for the chance to get better acquainted with you. It’s occurred to me more than once how I might’ve come across as, well, a little unfriendly that day you were here at the cabin.”

She shrugged. “Oh, I just figured you were absorbed with your writing. I know how it goes; I can be like that with my art sometimes.”

“That wasn’t really it though.” He looked down at her left hand, then exhaled slowly as if he were about to say something he was unsure of. “I—I noticed you wear a wedding ring. . . .”

She looked down at her ring, watched as the diamond glistened in the sun. Why
hadn’t
she removed it yet, tucked it safely away, before she returned to the mountains? Was it simply because she’d been in such a hurry, or was it something else? She looked back at Garret.

“Lucy told me that you’d lost your husband and son.” He squinted up toward the sky now, pausing uncomfortably. “And I suppose it’s possible, maybe even likely, that you’re not really ready for—” He stopped himself, running his hand through his hair nervously. Then he shook his head and sighed, as if it were hopeless.

She attempted a weak smile. “It’s okay, I think I understand.” She looked into his eyes now. “I’m glad that Lucy told you about it. It’s true, my husband and son
were drowned—it was a boating accident—about eighteen months ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s been a long hard process for me, getting through the loss, I mean. But coming up here to the mountains was a real breakthrough. And I honestly think I’ve finally let them go.” She looked down at her ring. “I’m so used to wearing this that I didn’t even think to take it off. I guess I should.”

“I know how you feel. Despite what people tell you, it’s never easy to move on. But I do think it gets better with time.”

“Yeah, and I feel like I’ve had some good help along the way.”

He nodded. “We can’t do it without help.”

She studied him carefully, then surprised herself by her next question. “Do you believe in angels, Garret?”

The corners of his lips curved up just slightly. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.”

She sighed. “Good.”

“So, you’re going to stick around then? I haven’t completely scared you off?”

She smiled. “I don’t really scare that easily.” Then she remembered something. “You know, I’d been thinking if I stayed here and was alone for Christmas, I was going to invite Lucy over—she’s alone for the holidays and—”

“Of course, she can come spend the holidays with all of us!” exclaimed Garret. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. She and Mom are old friends.”

And so it was settled.

Claire spent most of her time during the holidays with the Hendersons. They included both her and Lucy in almost everything, doing all they could to make them both feel completely at home—like one of them—part of the family. It was a Christmas Claire would never forget.

The day after Christmas, Anna and Garret invited her to take a walk with them. She had expressed curiosity about their walking route, not mentioning how it had coincided with her own and perhaps even initiated this whole amazing turn of events right from the beginning. They started out from the Henderson cabin and followed a trail that cut through a thickly wooded area and emerged right along the other side of the dead tree—now she could easily see how the two paths converged. Anna and Michael happily led the way with Claire and Garret lagging just slightly behind. As they came to the bridge, Claire told Garret the meaning of the footprints in the snow. She explained how she’d been haunted by them at first, inspired by them later, and finally how she was driven to follow them in an effort to put her mind at peace. She told him of her frenzied chase through the blinding snowstorm and how she still had no earthly idea how she’d ever made it safely to his cabin.

“Incredible.” He shook his head in amazement.

“I know. It’s almost unbelievable.”

“But did you say that you actually
saw
our footprints on
that
day?” he asked, an odd expression on his face. “The day you got lost and wound up on our porch?”