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Authors: Arlene James
Smiles and laughter erupted as the aunties rushed forward, babbling about weddings and what beautiful children they expected Anna and Reeves to make. Grinning, Reeves encircled his family with his arms, cat and all, his chest to Anna’s back. With his chin snugged against her temple, he let the three most wonderful old dears in existence tell him about God’s will for his life, just as if he didn’t already hold it in his arms.
“Thank You,” he whispered.
Anna put her head back and smiled before she lifted her gaze heavenward. “Me, too,” she said. “Me, too.”
H
ypatia watched Anna dip a finger in icing then dab it onto the tip of Reeves’s nose, laughing.
“Brat!” he growled over the fork with which he was trying to feed her a bite of their wedding cake. She was still laughing when he poked the cake into her mouth. With the other hand, he swiped the icing from his nose, and then, while Anna chewed, he smeared the remnants across her mouth. Swooping down, he kissed it away, to the applause and laughter of the guests gathered in the ballroom of Chatam House for the wedding reception.
Hypatia sighed. As beautiful a bride as Anna made in a floor-length, long-sleeved closely fitted sheath of Brussels lace, Reeves had never looked finer. He was not just the most handsome groom she had ever seen, he was also the happiest, most relaxed and confident. Gilli looked like a confection in her flower girl’s dress, even with Special trotting at her ankles and trying to rub off the pink bow tied around his neck. In a break with tradition, Myra had served
as ring bearer, with the rest of Reeves’s siblings performing various other duties.
To everyone’s relieved puzzlement, Tansy had not taken a large role in planning the event. She had, however, insisted on paying the cost of the hastily thrown together wedding. One could never tell with Tansy, though, which was why Hypatia stiffened when she saw the other woman march up to the happy couple with her shoulders back and her chin high.
“I have a gift,” she announced, shoving a fat envelope into Reeves’s hands.
Glancing warily at Anna, he opened the flap and took out the papers, unfolding them to study. After a moment, he looked up at Anna. “It’s the deed to Burdett House.”
Tansy lifted her chin higher still, ignoring Anna’s gasp. “It’s not Chatam House, but it has a long and gloried history.” She fixed Anna with a steely gaze, adding, “And room enough for a large family.”
Hypatia could see the war going on inside of Anna, and so could Tansy. “I’ve bought a little house on the other side of town, and I’ve already moved in. Burdett house would be yours one day, anyway,” she told Anna. “Who else would I leave it to? You’re all I’ve got.” Her chin wobbled, but she went on gamely. “I know I’ve been hard on you, too hard, maybe, but it’s because I was so soft with your father. After my husband died, I indulged Jordan. I made every excuse in the book for him.” She squeezed her eyes shut and her voice cracked when she said, “I’m the reason he died of a drug overdose. He thought life was one long party, and I let him think it.” Gulping, she looked at Anna. “I vowed not to make the same mistake with you. So instead I made others.”
Anna bit her lip and looked to her husband of some two hours. Would moving into the house give Tansy a way to control them? Then again, would a man who hadn’t blinked an eye at Tansy’s money allow such interference? Anna apparently knew the answer to that question.
“It is a wonderful old house,” she said with a slow smile.
Reeves folded the papers and stuck them back in the envelope. “The antiques that my aunts have given us would look good in it,” he allowed, sending a pointed glance at Hypatia. She sent another back to him. No, she had not known what Tansy was planning, but she could find no grounds for objection to Tansy giving her house away, especially as it seemed to signal a great turnaround in Tansy’s relationship with her granddaughter.
Reeves stashed the envelope in a pocket of his tuxedo and addressed Tansy, one arm pulling Anna close. “Thank you.”
To everyone’s surprise, Tansy’s face crumpled and she began to cry. “Thank you!” she wailed. “All I’ve ever wanted is for her to be happy, and now she is!” She looked at Anna, tears sliding down the crevices in her face. “I knew how badly I’d messed up when you almost let him get away just to keep from pleasing me!”
Reeves and Anna exchanged looks, and then, as one, stepped forward to lightly embrace and pat Tansy. Gilli rushed over then, that confounded Special now clutched in the bend of her elbow. She tugged sharply on the tail of Tansy’s stylish silk suit jacket.
“Wanna hold my cat?”
Tansy actually bent down to comply, and wonders of wonders, Special complacently allowed Tansy to drape him over her shoulder. Gilli followed them to a quiet corner, where they petted the cat and chattered happily.
Hypatia laughed, gazing with satisfaction at her nephew and his lovely wife. Just look, she thought, at all that God had done.
And just think of what He would yet do.
Dear Reader,
Even the most yielded Christians experience failure. It’s part of life. Do you learn from failure? Does your self-esteem suffer when, despite your best efforts, the worst happens? Or have you learned that failure can be God’s way of preparing us for something better than we have imagined?
Even the most yielded Christians experience emotional pain. Often, what hurts us just isn’t fair or right. Sometimes we react in ways that, while entirely justifiable, may actually cause us more harm. Worse, we can become trapped by those “justifiable” actions and attitudes, causing much needless pain.
The “fix” for both difficulties is simple but profound: Jesus, in our hearts
and on our minds
. All the time. Think about it! Think about Him!
God bless,
ISBN: 978-1-4268-3970-2
ANNA MEETS HER MATCH
Copyright © 2009 by Deborah Rather
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