Hero at Large (11 page)

“Why doesn't he sell it?”

Chris made an exasperated gesture with her arms. “Who would buy this albatross? Skating rinks are going broke all over the country.”

“Sometimes people buy things for reasons other than profit.”

“You mean like a tax shelter?”

“That's one reason.”

Chris wrinkled her nose. “I'll have to talk to my accountant about it.”

Skaters began to make their way back to the ice surface. One by one they filed past Ken and smiled a welcome or said hello. When the lobby was empty, he turned to Chris. “They're a nice group of young people.”

Chris smiled with pride and agreed. “They're like family to me. Now maybe you can see why I was reluctant to become involved with you. My life is so full. Besides not wanting to repeat a hideous mistake, I wasn't sure I had any more love left to give. I was afraid I would have to take some from one place to put in another.”

“I don't think love is like that. I believe in the ‘use it or lose it' theory.”

Chris giggled.

“Shame on you. You're thinking something dirty.” He shook his finger at her in mock reproof. “I wasn't talking about that kind of love.”

“I know. I'm sorry. It's my hormones.”

He placed his hands on her hips and lowered his lashes in a loving gaze. “So what have you decided? Do you have any love left over for me?”

Enough love to last a lifetime,
she thought.
You're as much a part of me as my arms and legs and lungs.
“Well,” she said, “maybe a little. I might be able to work you into my schedule on Thursday nights…and maybe every other Saturday.”

“Hmmmm…feeling spunky, aren't you?”

Chris wrinkled her nose. “Spunky?”

“Yeah. That's ‘adorable but rotten.'” His attention wandered to the ticket office and the skate concession. “Maybe I'll just hang around and explore the rest of the facility.”

Bitsy was waiting for Chris when she stepped back onto the ice. “This looks serious. You look at him as if he were lunch and you hadn't eaten in days.”

“I really like him. R-r-r-really like him.”

“I know this sounds crazy, but he looks familiar. There's something about those dark blue eyes and long black lashes.”

“He's from Pennsylvania.”

“No. That's not it.”

“Maybe you've seen him at a bar or something. You know…bachelor haunts.”

“I don't go to bars. I don't do anything. I teach skating, and I sleep.”

“You shouldn't tell fibs like that, Bitsy. God'll get you.”

“Better God than Aunt Edna.”

 

Chris pulled the feather quilt under her chin and nestled closer to Ken. Sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows and glowed in brilliant patterns on the carpeted floor. “This is nice.”

“Mmmmm,” Ken hummed into her love-tangled hair. His voice was deep and richly resonant with relaxed satisfaction. Chris had come to recognize it as his after-sex voice. She heard a smile creep into it. “Wouldn't your students be shocked to know this is how you spend your lunch break?”

“Absolutely. Even I find it shocking—and decadent. Isn't that a great word? I always wanted to be decadent.”

The phone next to the bed rang, startling them out of their easy banter. Ken rolled away from her and answered it. Chris watched, fascinated, as a peculiar expression settled on his handsome features. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh,” he said. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “We'll be right there.” He replaced the receiver and looked
blank-faced at Chris. “Edna and Lucy are at National Airport.”

Chris blinked in confusion. “I spoke to them last night, and they were planning on staying another three days.”

Ken stood and pulled her to her feet. “Lucy woke up with a cold, and Edna wasted no time getting them on the first plane out of town. Worried about the new baby,” he added as an afterthought while he searched for his socks. “I'll drop you at the rink, and then I'll go get Edna and Lucy.”

Chris checked the clock on the night table. “I have an hour before my next lesson. I could go to the airport with you.”

Ken pulled his jeans up over his lean hips and zipped the fly. “Unfortunately, we won't all fit in my truck.” He smiled wickedly. “Of course we could let Edna ride in the back.”

“Kenneth Callahan!”

“Just a thought.”

Edna smacked her lips together in satisfaction as she surveyed the table. “Isn't this nice? Here we are all together at dinner.” She looked sternly at Chris. “And it's nice to see that no one's broken any more bones while I've been gone.”

Chris opened her mouth to protest and closed it with a snap. Edna was just frustrated. She'd been so busy babysitting in Kansas City that she hadn't had a chance to meddle in any lives all week.

Lucy lined her peas up across the middle of her plate. “I can't eat these peas. My nose is all clogged, and you can't eat peas when your nose is clogged.”

Chris smiled at her daughter. “That's true. I noticed that myself the last time I had a cold.”

Ken caught the conversation. “I read about that the other day in the ‘Health' section of the
Post.
They were talking about how it's a medically
proven fact that you can't eat peas when you have a cold.”

Edna looked at Lucy's peas. “Hmmm,” she admitted grudgingly, “I suppose it is hard to get the little devils down when your nose is stuffy.”

“You
could
eat ice cream when you have a cold,” Lucy told them seriously. “'Cause ice cream is slippery, and it goes down easy.” She looked at Ken. “Did you read anything about ice cream?”

“I didn't read anything about ice cream, but I  know for a fact that there are Popsicles in the freezer made with real fruit juice. One of those Popsicles would probably be just the thing you need.”

Aunt Edna shook her head gleefully. “Isn't he something? Right there with the perfect answer.”

Chris and Ken exchanged conspiratorial glances. “Yeah”—Chris smiled—“he's something.” She looked at her watch. “I hate to eat and run, but I have lessons scheduled for tonight.”

Ken pushed away from the table. “Come on, Lucy. Let's get Popsicles, and then I'll read you a story. I found one about monsters.”

 

At nine-fifteen Chris returned home to a dimly lit house. The porch light was on, but there were no lights glowing cozily in the living room windows.

“Ssshh,” Ken warned, as she opened the front door. “Everyone's asleep.” He motioned to Edna, sitting slumped crazily in the rocking chair, her feet firmly planted on the floor, her skirt dipping between her stout knees. Ken motioned to go upstairs. “Let's go to your room. I want to talk.”

Chris crept along after Ken. “I feel like a fugitive,” she whispered. She dropped her ski jacket over a chair and sat down on the bed. “Why is Edna sleeping in the rocking chair?”

“She wanted to wait up for you but fell asleep.”

Chris sprawled onto her back.

“Mmmmm,” Ken moaned. “I wish you wouldn't do that. Why don't you sit up…or go stand in a corner?”

“You were the one who suggested we come up here.”

“To talk. You don't know what this day has been like.”

“Let me guess. Aunt Edna?”

“She's indomitable. She never gives up. And she's crazy!”

Chris held her hands up. “Stop.” She patted the bed next to her. “Settle down and tell me what happened.”

“All afternoon she told me what a great wife you'd make.” His eyes traveled the length of her
and came to rest on her mouth. “I already knew that,” he said softly. He leaned forward to kiss her and stopped just before touching her parted lips. He stood abruptly and resumed his pacing. “Edna put Lucy to bed at seven and then all of a sudden…
wham.
She started with this lecture about how men never bought what they could get for free, and that she wasn't going to tolerate any hanky-panky.”

Chris put her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. The mental picture of her squat little Aunt Edna intimidating big strong Ken bordered on the ludicrous.

He shook his finger at her and tried to choke back a laugh of his own. “You think it's funny?”

“You're just upset because she figured us out…and now you're going to have to sleep in your own bed.”

“Damn right!”

They looked at each other for a moment and simultaneously burst out laughing. “That woman scares the hell out of me,” Ken finally gasped.

Chris wiped the tears from her eyes. “I thought you two were evenly matched, but I was wrong. You're a pussycat compared to Aunt Edna.”

They were startled by thumping on the stairs as
Edna stomped and mumbled. “Hmmmph, you're an old ninny,” Edna told herself. “Falling asleep in a rocking chair like some pea brain in an old people's home.” She rapped on Chris' bedroom door. “I know you're in there, Kenneth Callahan.”

Chris opened the door.

“Don't you know nothing about catching a man?” Edna scolded. “After you got 'em hooked, you don't go giving away free samples.”

Ken tried to look offended. “How do you know I'm hooked, Aunt Edna?”

Edna waved him away with her hand. “You're hooked, all right. It's written all over your face.”

“Edna, one; Callahan, zip,” Chris whispered to Ken. “Let's see you top that.”

Ken put his arm around Edna. “Okay, Aunt Edna, you've got me. I guess I'm just going to have to marry her.” He glanced at Chris. “She's kind of skinny. And she gets crotchety in the morning, but, what the heck? I suppose I can learn to live with that.”

“Marry her? Well, don't that beat all!” Edna slapped her thigh and beamed, puffing her cheeks up into dimpled apples.

Chris glared at the two of them. “I might not want to get married.”

Edna's eyes widened in disgusted disbelief. “What do you mean you might not want to get married?”

“I've known this man exactly eleven days. I picked him up on a highway, for goodness sake! For all I know he could be an escaped ax murderer from Lorton prison. And then there's his job. When he doesn't have a broken arm and a broken toe, he's flying all over the place. I don't want another husband that's a globetrotter. If I ever get married again, it will be to someone nice and dull. I want a man who lacks ambition.”

Edna shook her head. “What a boob.”

“And besides, that's the worst proposal I've ever heard.”

“Yeah,” Edna agreed, “it wasn't such a hot proposal.”

Ken looked thoughtful. “Did you mean it about wanting someone dull? Someone that lacked ambition?”

Chris kicked her boots off and removed the heavy rag wool sweater she'd been wearing. “I suppose the dull and unambitious part is negotiable…but I definitely need a better proposal.”

Ken lowered his voice an octave. “Aunt Edna, if
you would leave us alone for a little while…I think I could manage to be more romantic.”

“Hmmph. I bet you could. Well, no sirree. There'll be no funny stuff while I'm living under this roof.” She turned him around and began pushing him toward the door. “Go on, now. Chris needs her sleep.” She herded him to the top of the stairs and shook her finger. “And don't you come sneaking back up. I might be old, but I've got top-notch hearing.”

Chris heard Ken chuckling as he descended the stairs. He was getting a kick out of all this, she thought; he must have had some very lonely years to be able to appreciate her protective family so much. Her heart turned at the thought of him spending the night downstairs—alone. She contemplated talking to Edna about sleeping arrangements and decided against it. After all, they weren't married, and she had to consider Lucy. She didn't want Lucy discovering a man in her unwed mother's bed. That wasn't the sort of value system she hoped to instill in her daughter.

Chris undressed and pulled a flannel nightshirt over her head. She climbed into bed and closed her eyes, thinking that life was sweet. And fate was even sweeter. It had all started with some
smart-aleck greedy mechanic who had charged her 245 dollars for a glamus. And it had led to Ken Callahan.

 

Ken sipped his juice and watched Chris as she hurriedly ate her egg and swilled down a cup of coffee. She looked up at him and smiled happily.

“Sometimes just looking at you knocks the air out of me,” he admitted, his voice filled with astonishment. “How did this happen to me? After all these years…how could I have fallen so ridiculously and painfully in love?”

Edna clattered into the kitchen. “Awful mushy talk for the breakfast table.”

“Yeah. I get romantic when I don't have to cook my own eggs in the morning.”

Chris wiped her mouth and crumpled her napkin onto the table. “Better watch it,” she warned, grinning, “Edna'll cut your KP vacation short.”

Ken looked at Edna working in the kitchen, cleaning a frying pan. “This is a short vacation, anyway. Edna says this afternoon we start getting ready for Thanksgiving. We're going to order a fresh turkey.”

“Gosh, that's awfully exciting.”

“Don't get fresh,” Edna called from the kitchen. “It
is
exciting. Isn't every day you get to order the Thanksgiving turkey.”

“Aunt Edna, try to control yourself this time—last year we ate leftover turkey for two months. Maybe you could hold it down to…ten or twelve pounds?”

Edna looked insulted. “I don't cook
little
birds for Thanksgiving.”

Chris shook her head. “I have to go to work.” She looked at Ken. “Measure the oven before you go, and make sure she buys a bird that fits in there.”

Ken pushed away from the table. “I'll drive you to the rink. Edna and I need the truck to go shopping.”

Chris zipped her jacket collar high around her throat as she waited for the heater to warm the truck. “You're being a good sport about Aunt Edna and her theories on courtship and Thanksgiving.”

“I'm enjoying every minute of it.”

Chris slouched in her seat. “To tell you the truth, I'm kind of jealous. I wish I could order the turkey and bake the pies. And I wish I could spend more time with Lucy. She was gone all week.
She came home with a cold, and I only got to see her for an hour and a half at supper.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her mitten. “Boy, this is dumb. I feel like an idiot.”

“It's not dumb. I understand how you feel. I think it must be hard to be a working mother.”

Chris searched her pockets for a tissue. She blew her nose and reached out to Ken in the darkness. “Thanks.”

His voice was husky when he spoke. “Let's change the subject and pump you up for coaching. Who do you have lessons with today?”

Chris redirected her emotions to his suggestion. She listed her itinerary and soon found herself babbling about Alex, and how she intended to change the last thirty seconds of her routine to include a double Lutz.

 

From the corner of her eye Chris noticed a flash of black hair and swarthy beard approach the rink barrier. She checked her watch to find that the last twenty-minute lesson of the morning was over. Ken had obviously listened to her schedule this morning and remembered when her lunch break would be. She gave her skater a few last minute words of encouragement and glided over toward Ken, who waved and bent to hoist a heavily bun
dled Lucy into his arms so she could see her mother over the guardrail.

Lucy squealed and clapped her hands in delight. “Mommy!”

Suddenly, they were surrounded by skaters who hovered over the little girl. She was trundled onto the ice to slide among them. She laughed and fell. She was set back on her feet and cooed over, and carefully pulled and pushed around the rink. Chris stood quietly, enjoying the scene. “This is nice. Thank you for bringing Lucy.”

“Edna didn't want to send her to school with a cold, but she said it would be all right to bundle her up and bring her in for lunch with you.”

Lucy made her way back to her mother. Her eyes were shiny with excitement of the day. “Mommy, wait till you see! We're going on a picnic. Ken arranged it all.” She tugged at Chris' sleeve. “Hurry and get your skates off.”

Chris led the way to the lounge, where she sat on a bench and unlaced her skates. “A picnic? It must be thirty degrees outside.”

“It is,” Lucy laughed. “It's real cold. And it's snowing. Great big flakes—but they melt right away.”

“You guys wait right here while I put my skates away and get my shoes.”

“And your coat,” Lucy called. “Don't forget your coat.”

Chris followed Lucy and Ken into the parking lot. “This is a mystery,” she said to Lucy. “How are we going to have a picnic?”

Lucy ran to the truck. “Ken got a cap on the truck. We spent all morning fixing it up.”

Ken opened the back of the truck and a rush of warm air swirled out to greet them. Lucy climbed in and settled herself on the layers of quilts. “See? It has a heater to keep it warm.”

Chris and Ken followed the little girl in and closed the gate behind them. Chris sat cross-legged and looked around. The cap was fiber-glass, lined with walnut paneling. Snowflakes scudded past the large windows. A small battery-powered lamp bathed the interior in soft light. Lucy's favorite books were scattered in a corner, keeping company with her dolls, Fanny and Snuffy. Chris watched her daughter. This was the most fun she'd ever had with a cold, she thought. She must have spent all morning snuggled in this camper.

Ken opened the lid on a large wicker hamper. He spread a red checkered tablecloth over the quilts. “Aunt Edna packed a feast,” he exclaimed.
“Fried chicken, fresh-baked biscuits, coleslaw, and apple crisp for dessert.”

When they were done eating, they lay back and took turns reading story books until it was time for Chris to go back to work. She gave Lucy a hug and a kiss and buckled her into the front seat.

“How about me?” Ken asked. “Do I get a hug and a kiss, too?”

Lucy's eyes grew large and round. “Mommy, are you going to kiss Ken?”

“You bet!” She laughed, throwing her arms around him as he stood by the passenger side door. “This was the nicest surprise I've ever had.” She gave him a big smackeroo-type kiss that sent Lucy off into gales of giggles. Ken's eyes met hers, and they exchanged looks of tender affection. “Thank you,” she whispered.