The Winning Summer (5 page)

“And how’s Katie doing with her lessons?” Mrs. Thomas took a bite of a roll.

“Just fine!” Katie snapped. “When’s Dad comin’ to see me?”

Skye’s eyebrows peaked as she glanced in Mrs. Chambers’ direction.

Mrs. Chambers, as usual, chose her words with care. “Katie’s doing a marvelous job. For only two weeks of lessons, you’d think she was born on a horse. She’s a natural!”

“Boomer’s a great horse,” Katie snapped again. “He makes it easy to learn. Mom, you didn’t answer me. When’s Dad coming?”

Mrs. Thomas sighed. “Katie, I just don’t know. He won’t return my calls. The last time I talked to him, he said he’d try to visit at the end of the month. So maybe next weekend—”

“I wanna show him how I can ride,” Katie interrupted. “Why didn’t you come together?”

Mrs. Thomas placed her fork down and folded her arms. “Katie, you know that’s impossible.” She looked at Mrs. Chambers. “This last year hasn’t been easy—for any of us. The last time the three of us were together, all we did was argue over money and whose fault Katie’s accident was. We blamed each other and kept going in circles. If it weren’t for our ‘Others Fund’ at church, Katie wouldn’t be here for the summer. It never would have fit into our budget.”

“More chicken, anyone?” Mrs. Chambers smiled as she passed the plate. “Christine, have you sought any professional help?”

“They won’t!” Katie piped in. “She won’t! They don’t think it’s worth it.” Her voice then became subdued. “I’ll take more chicken.”

“The plate’s to your immediate left,” Mrs. Chambers said, handing Katie the chicken.

Katie took two more pieces and started right in on them.

“This is something Katie doesn’t understand.” Mrs. Thomas directed her words to Mrs. Chambers. “We’ve gone to our pastor—on several occasions. But it hasn’t helped. Keith is a mechanic, and our incomes are, well, let’s just say, we don’t have money for seventy-dollar-an-hour counselors. Keith figured it was just easier to leave.”

“And you didn’t try to stop him either!” Katie complained.

Mrs. Thomas let out another long sigh. “Sometimes you just get tired of fighting it.”

“You guys don’t care about me, or you would try!” Katie shoved a forkful of food into her mouth.

Wow! If I talked like that to Mom, I
’
d be grounded forever!
Skye focused on eating her chicken leg.

Determined to change the mood, Mrs. Chambers smiled all the way to her blue eyes. “Katie, your mother seems very interested in your riding progress. What do you say we get Boomer out this afternoon so you can give a demonstration?”

“Okay.” Katie nodded.

For the first time since sitting down, Mrs. Thomas seemed to relax. She shot a glance in her daughter’s direction. “I’d love to see you ride that horse, Katie. I’d like you to show me everything you’ve learned.”

No answer from Katie.

Skye wiped her mouth with a napkin and jumped in to help things along. “You could show her how to groom him and clean his hooves and everything!”

Mrs. Chambers sipped her coffee. “The biggest surprise you’ll find is that Katie can ride Boomer without anyone walking alongside. When Skye puts the horse on a lunge line, Katie can ride in a big circle on her own. Skye, Katie, and Boomer make a great team!”

“This horse business is all new to me. What’s a lunge line?” Mrs. Thomas sounded genuinely interested.

At last, Katie spoke in a decent tone. “It’s kinda like a long rope that Skye ties on the horse. When it’s hooked to his bridle, Boomer walks in circles while Skye guides him from the center of the corral. That way I don’t have to worry about riding him off a cliff or something.” She reached for her glass and finished her drink.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear how well this is going,” Mrs. Thomas said to Mrs. Chambers. “Even though Keith and I have our differences, we both have been worried about Katie. Ever since the accident, she’s been holed up in her room.”

“Well, what else is there to do?” Katie sassed.

Again, Skye’s glance darted to Mrs. Chambers to watch her reaction. Mrs. Chambers kept her eyes on Mrs. Thomas.

“Now, don’t get me wrong,” Mrs. Thomas continued. “I’m thankful that we qualified to get all those electronics through state grants. But face it, Katie, you have no life outside your bedroom.”

“Well, duh, Mother! None of my friends come around anymore. It’s kinda hard to have a party if I’m the only one who shows up.”

Mrs. Chambers rose and got a large baking dish and four dessert plates from the counter behind her. “Anyone for peach cobbler?”

Everyone was.

“Katie, don’t you think that’s changed since you’ve come here?” Mrs. Chambers made her point clear. “You seem to hit it off pretty well with our girls.”

“Sure,” Katie’s voice filled with sarcasm, “but I can’t exactly take them home to Jersey with me.”

Wow!
Skye peaked her eyebrows again.
Smartin
’
off to
Mom Chambers too. Trouble.

“Katie, that’s not a polite way to answer Mrs. Chambers. Please say you’re sorry.”

No answer from Katie.

Mrs. Chambers started to serve the desserts. “Perhaps we can work on Katie’s respect for elders while she’s here as well as her horseback riding skills,” she said firmly.

“Skye,” Mrs. Thomas said, “your mom tells me you’ve been a foster child. How many different homes have you lived in?”

“Oh, about a dozen,” Skye said. She dug her spoon into the dessert and took a big bite. Peach cobbler put a better taste in her mouth than the subject she knew was coming.

“That must have been difficult for you.” Mrs. Thomas took her dessert from Mrs. Chambers. “But you seem to have adjusted well.”

“Well, I gotta tell you,” Skye said, “I was a mess. I hated everybody. Before I came here, I had run away a bunch of times. Plus, I had done drugs and was headed for jail.”

“Oh, my.” Mrs. Thomas’ raised eyebrows gave away her every thought.

Mrs. Chambers couldn’t resist putting in a word. “We got her just in time, Christine. I should say, ‘The Lord got her just in time.’”

Skye beamed from ear to ear. “When I accepted Christ, my whole life changed. Thanks to him and Mom and Dad, I finally got my act together.”

“She doesn’t know where her real mom and dad are. I should be so lucky,” Katie’s full mouth mumbled.

Skye observed Mrs. Chambers’ face twist into an obvious display of displeasure.

“Katie . . . ,” Mrs. Thomas reprimanded lightly, then glanced at Skye. “So, are you involved in any other activities besides horses?”

“Yep,” Skye answered. “I have a lot of things to keep me busy.”

Mrs. Chambers worked on her dessert and coffee. Her blue eyes sparkled at Skye. “Skye is quite active. She gets good grades, she’s the manager of the girls’ softball team, and just recently she started taking violin lessons. Oh, and you should see her attack those computer games!”

Everyone laughed but Katie, who had stopped eating, her face red with anger.

“It sure sounds like this place helped you find yourself,” Mrs. Thomas said to Skye. “That’s what I’ve been praying will happen with Katie. She needs a goal, a purpose in life. Maybe Keystone Stables, and you folks, can help her find one.”

In a flash, Katie was out of her seat, almost knocking it over. Her face flushed even redder. “But Skye’s not blind!” Pushing away from the table, she grabbed her cane and made her way past her mother. Her audience sat stunned as Katie swept her cane and rushed out of the dining room. Finding her way down the hall, she turned into her bedroom. When she slammed the door, the whole house shook.

Chapter Six

S
kye, glued to her chair, glanced at the two women at opposite ends of the table.

Standing, Mrs. Thomas hastily wiped her mouth with the napkin. “I’m so sorry. I’ll get her to apologize.”

Mrs. Chambers raised her hand. “Wait, Christine. There’s enough time for that.” She looked at Skye. “Honey, would you please try to talk to her? No one can truly know how she feels, but maybe she’ll listen to you. Go on. We’ll wait here.”

Mrs. Thomas edged back into her seat, stress draping her face like a mask.

“Sure, Mom,” Skye said. “I can only try.”

Biding her time, Skye laid her napkin down. She stood, and for the company’s sake, forced a smile.
God, you
’
re
gonna have to help me with this one.
She prayed all the way down the hall.

“Just try to get her calmed down so we can talk!” Mrs. Chambers called after her.

Skye gave Mrs. Chambers a thumbs-up sign. She knocked softly on the door.

“Go away!” Katie yelled.

“Katie, it’s me,” Skye said. “I wanna talk to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. Just leave me alone.”

“Well, you can’t stay in there forever! Your peach cobbler is getting moldy. C’mon, let me in.”

Silence.

“I’m not leaving!” Skye’s tone made that clear.

Silence.

“Oh, all right!” Katie finally gave in.

Skye walked in and stood beside the open door.

Katie busied herself with a gadget and a bag of potato chips at her computer desk. She had already slipped on earphones.

“C’mon, Katie, let’s have it,” Skye said sharply. “What’s with you? You are one nasty critter when your mother’s around.”

Katie backed up and flopped on the bed, sitting against the headboard. She clicked a tab on her book port and adjusted her earphones. “Hey, I’m busy, okay?” She scowled. “Later.”

“I’m not leaving!” Skye practically bellowed. “So you might as well just make up your mind to talk.” She walked over and sat on the foot of the bed.

In an instant, Katie’s face shriveled up like an old prune. Laying down the device, she peeled off the earphones, her green eyes searching their black, empty world. “Skye, I don’t need you. I don’t need anybody. Don’t you get it?”

“Hey, people care about you and what happens to you,” Skye said. “Don’t you get it?”

“Yeah, right,” Katie snapped. “Like all my good friends. Where are they now?”

Skye’s voice relaxed. “Probably running the other direction when you’re around. You’re not exactly Miss Congeniality. You’re more like Miss Sourpuss.”

“Skye, you—are—not—blind!” Katie poured out all her hurt and anger in five words.

“So I’ve heard,” Skye said nonchalantly.

“And I am!” Katie sassed back.

“So what are you gonna do about it?”

“What?” Katie’s voice squeaked.

“You heard me. What are you gonna do about it?”

Silence.

Skye’s voice reflected deep concern. “This is one time you are not gonna hear someone say, ‘I know how you feel,’ because I don’t. But you could make life a lot easier—and happier—for yourself.”

“Why should I even bother?”

“I realize that your friends all have their own lives. And your life is a one-eighty since your accident. But, Katie, nobody wants to be around an old grump, blind or not.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“You know, your mother is right about your needing some kind of goal in your life. With all this stuff you have, you could be an A student again.”

“I have goals,” Katie smarted off.

“What are they?”

“To get up every morning.”

Skye snickered. “Wow, what a life! C’mon, Katie. You can’t stay hidden in your bedroom forever. There are lots of things blind people can do.”

Katie snickered back. “Like what? Count beads?”

“Now, you know better than that. I’ve seen blind people on TV who work in offices and factories.”

“Whoopee,” Katie said and sneered.

“I’ve seen others do volunteer work at hospitals, even play instruments. Hey, I saw a TV program once about a blind girl who rode a horse in a show. She won a ribbon! What do you think of that?”

Silence.

“The way I see it, your parents—well, your mom for sure and probably your dad too—they want the best for you. That’s why you’re at Keystone Stables.”

“If my parents wanted the best for me, they wouldn’t be getting divorced. I hate them for that.”

“Are you sure that’s the reason? I think you’re just being selfish.”

“What do you mean?” Katie asked.

“Your mom says that when you three are together, all you do is argue over whose fault the accident was. How did it happen, Katie?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it!”

“Why not?”

“It’s over. It’s in the past. I can’t do anything about it. Okay?”

“It doesn’t seem to be over at all, Katie, especially not in your head.”

Katie pulled her legs tight against her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “Now you’re gonna tell me what I’m thinking?”

Skye chose her next words carefully. “I know how I was thinking, a few years back. I was mad at the whole world. In some really awful foster homes, I felt just like a slave. I hated my foster parents, and they hated me. Some of them were only in it for the money.”

“So . . . ?”

“So . . . I was mad at everyone and everything; I couldn’t think straight. I even hated God because he let it happen.”

Silence.

“Katie, how did the accident happen?”

Katie lowered her head onto her knees. “Dad was driving,” she said in a near whisper.

“And . . . ?”

The question hung heavily in the air.

Katie felt her way to the edge of the bed. Now sitting next to Skye, she stared straight ahead as though watching her past unfolding on a huge screen. “It was in the winter on a Saturday afternoon, and it was snowing buckets. We were going to Aunt Carol’s birthday party. Dad didn’t want to go, but Mom insisted. On the way, they were arguing about something, and we slid on ice. Our car went sideways into another car. Mom and Dad were banged up a bit. The side where I was sitting got the worst of it. But it still wasn’t as bad as the other car.” She sighed. “I’ll never forget the look of horror on the other driver’s face as we hit him. He was killed. And that’s the last thing I ever saw.”

“Oh, Katie, how awful!” Skye said.

“I was in the hospital and rehab for months. At first, Mom and Dad were there for me, but after a while, all they did was blame each other and fight. Sometimes their fights were over really stupid things.”