Chapter one 

Danielle Reed pursed her lips as she contemplated the up-coming festive season. In a little over two week’s time, she’d have to present a happy and stable family front or everything would change. It wasn’t so much the happy part that eluded her—it was the stable. “Darn it Greg. You didn’t have to die and leave me in this mess.”

Moving her slight body over to the window of the old farmhouse, she pulled back the drapes from the mist covered glass and peered out onto the scene. The outlook was the typical picture postcard scenario for this time of year—snow. Trailing a finger down the window pane, she traced a matchstick man through the moisture. A small smile tugged at her thin lips as she recalled doing this on many an occasion in the past when she was growing up here.

The Reed family had owned the farm for over two hundred years. In the beginning, it had been predominantly wheat and over the centuries had changed with the styles required to keep it in business. Now, the farm was a mix of organic crop farming as well as chickens, turkeys, and ducks. 

Her twin brother Greg, had been the eldest by an hour. Although their parents had wanted more children it just hadn’t happened. When their father had a heart attack ten years ago, he retired from the farm and moved with their mother to a cottage by the sea two hundred miles away. The farm automatically passed to Greg. Fortunately, her brother had been their father’s understudy from…the first moment he could walk she supposed

“Yep, he loved living here, it was his life,” Danielle muttered softly. Memories of her brother chasing chickens and then chased back through the yard when he was barely able to run made her eyes tear up.

It had been a long time coming when Greg married Susan Lancaster, at the age of thirty. There was no surprise that the patter of tiny feet soon came along. Eventually that patter ended up as three.

Liam, at ten, looked like Greg from his curly brown hair to his bright blue eyes that seemed to be laughing all the time. He was bright and loved the farm—the apple hadn’t fallen very far from the tree when he was born.

Sally, at eight, was a slim child, with a snub nose and washed out grey eyes with a halo of blonde hair. She was studious, tending to shy with strangers although a very loving child lay beneath her rage over her parent’s death.

Jack, at five, was chubby tending to fat with a precocious smile and sea-green eyes and a mop of ginger hair. He definitely had some of the characteristics of his mother. At times, he tended to be fiery when confronted by something he really didn’t want to do—otherwise he was the most loving of the brood.

Moving away from the window, she turned to survey the main room of the house—the kitchen. The large AGA oven was keeping not only the bacon, sausages and hash browns warm but the room too. The enormous kitchen table, which could seat twelve with the extra leaf in, was set for the morning meal. The welsh dresser filled with both serviceable crockery and antiques from years gone by filled one wall. The doorway to the larder and the adjoining laundry/boot area had a basket nestled next to it where a dog the size of a small pony lay fast asleep. The kids had apparently fallen in love with the stray when Greg found it three years ago by the river that ran through their property. Little did they know that the cute mutt with the big feet was going to turn out to be such a monster. The kids called her Tiny—that was kid logic for you.

Molly, the tabby, purred as she twirled around Danielle’s legs for her five minutes of attention and most of all, food. “Morning, Molly. I guess the mice didn’t want to be caught this morning huh.” She reached down and stroked Molly’s ears and her purr increased in tempo at the action. Glancing at the clock on the whitewashed wall over the outer door, she sighed. “Time for the monsters to be woken,” Danielle said softly to Molly who was now washing her back oblivious to the comment.

Heading towards the doorway that led to the twisting stairs, Danielle took them two at a time and was soon on the hall landing. The first door to her left was Sally’s room. She knocked lightly and opened the door. Sure enough, Sally was doing exactly what she did most mornings—a tiny ray of light from a mini flashlight focused on a book as the girl read.

“Hey, Sally, did you sleep well?” Danielle asked with a smile as she headed towards the bed.

Sally blinked rapidly as she moved the covers to look directly at Danielle. “Yes, Danny.”

“Wonderful. It’s time for you to get up, have breakfast and then get ready for school. You can do it the other way around your call. First one up always gets the hottest water.” Danielle drew back the curtains in the room and allowed the light reflecting off the snow to stream into the room.

Sally climbed out of bed and collected her school clothes. “I’ll take the bathroom first.”

Danielle winked. “Good idea…see you soon.” She watched the little girl walk out of the room and did a cursory tidy up of the room. Fortunately, Sally wasn’t an untidy child. The boys…that was a different kettle of fish.

With a quick look around again, she left the room and headed for the next on her list, Liam. Knocking louder this time, she waited for a reply. At ten, the boy had requested his privacy first thing in the morning and she’d allowed it unless he was late getting out of bed for school. Smiling she heard a groaned reply.

“Liam, Sally’s in the bathroom why don’t you get Jack up for me and I’ll have your breakfast on the table when you get downstairs. See you both in five.”

There was another groaned reply of okay and Danielle headed back down the stairs to dish up the food.

Five minutes later, the two boys arrived, Liam clothed in gym shorts and a t-shirt with Spiderman on the front. Jack was dressed in his pj’s filled with animals of different kinds.

Danielle felt small arms wrap around her denim clad legs as Jack looked up at her. “Morning, Jack. Did you sleep well?” Ensuring the food wouldn’t burn she bent to pick up the small boy and kissed him good morning.

“Danny, can I play in the snow today?’

Danielle shook her head and gave him a mock stern look. “School, Jack. Maybe when you get home I can take you up the hill to toboggan until it gets dark.”

Liam then spoke, “Danny, it’s winter it will be dark when we get home. I’m glad Christmas is in ten days time.” The elder boy sat down, picked up a piece of toast, and liberally coated it with butter, then munched happily into it with butter dripping down his chin.

“Hmm, okay guys who wants what?” She gave Jack a hug and then placed him down on the floor, watching with a tender smile as his stubby legs waddled off towards his chair.

Ten minutes later, Sally arrived and she sat down. Her hair was tied in a ribbon, her school clothes were neat and tidy. “Morning again, Sally. What will it be today?”

The girl gave her aunt a considered look and then quietly said, “Egg and hash browns please, Danny.”

Danielle pushed her chair away from the table and got up. Then, quickly breaking an egg against the old skillet pan proceeded to produce the egg. A couple of minutes later they were all seated again.

  “Okay guys, just five school days to go before the term ends. Are you looking forward to Christmas?”

Liam gave a nod but didn’t say anything.

Jack grinned. “Sure, I want that robot that walks and talks.”

Sally remained silent.

Danielle knew it was a difficult time—it would be their first year without their parents. God knew she too felt it keenly. Her life since her brother and sister-in-law’s death in a car accident had been traumatic on lots of levels. Finally breaking the melancholy silence that had suddenly descended on most of the table, Danielle attempted a little levity. “I’m looking forward to the school’s Christmas events on Friday.”

Liam looked up. “Can you make it for everything, Danny?”

The uncertainly in the boy’s expression tugged at Danielle’s heart. “Yeah, I’ll be there for it all.” I haven’t the faintest idea how I’m going to manage a half day away from here but I will…God help me, I will.

Sally blinked. “Oh, I told Mrs. Harris my teacher you probably wouldn’t make it.”

Danielle gazed at the child and blew out a small breath. “Don’t worry, Sally, I wouldn’t miss you at the carol singing, Jack in his play, and Liam playing the flute. That’s what an Aunty is for right?”

Jack and Liam grinned and nodded.

Sally gave Danielle a piercing glance and gave a small nod too.

“Hey guys, go get ready for school. Jack, when I say clean your teeth clean them and not just rise with water okay?” Danielle winked at the small boy as he followed his brother back up the stairs.

Danielle drew in a deep breath as she eyed Sally sitting quietly munching on her toast. “Why did you think I wouldn’t be there Friday, Sally?”

Sally stopped munching and replied, “Because you’re always way too busy.”

It was true she was. Her career as the partner in a graphic design business afforded her the ability to work from home on projects. That meant being able to pay a farm manager to look after the organic crop side of the business. Still, she had to look after the animals, the house, and the kids too. She couldn’t quite afford a housekeeper although that’s exactly what she needed. Her current workload had exploded and if she wanted to maintain her credibility, she had to make the deadlines or the company wouldn’t survive. With that in mind, she’d placed an ad in the town paper that might help out—assuming anyone answered. Turning her attention back to Sally, she replied, “You know why I’m busy though, Sally, don’t you?”

“Yes, to take care of us so that we don’t have to go live in town with Gran and Grandpa Lanacaster.”

Danielle nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. However, I promise you that I will be there Friday.” This time she moved closer to the child, bent her head, and kissed the blonde head. “Now go speed up your brothers or the bus will go without you.”

Sally smiled for the first time that morning and with a nod, disappeared back up the stairs.

Dragging a hand through her short chestnut hair, Danielle stacked up the lunch boxes she’d prepared earlier and waited to walk with the kids -to the farm entrance gate for the bus.

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Annabelle Farrow rolled her eyes as she looked around the traditional house she’d lived in for eight years. The lack of work from the temp agency after the professor’s death three months ago had been another in a long line of problems that had beset her since then. Having graduated from Charlton university ten years ago with a minor in domestic science and English language, her parents had been supportive albeit from a distance. They had agreed to pay for her studies on the proviso once she graduated she was on her own. It had sounded a simple enough and easy plan to follow. Now on reflection, she wished she’d taken computer studies or something more technological—there were hundreds of vacancies in that area. Her cooking skills were good but no match for a decent chef’s position. Her ability to keep budgets etcetera had been passable, however hardly enough to demand a prestigious housekeeper’s job in a large establishment. From the first year, she’d managed short order cook jobs and several positions later had ended up as a cook/housekeeper for her old English professor at the university who had advertised for someone on a temporary basis.

That temp job lasted eight years until the professor had a heart attack and died in his sleep. Having loved the old man dearly, she’d been devastated. He was more of a father figure in her life than her own had ever been. Normally, at Christmas, they would have a quiet day together with a few of the professor’s friends and a couple of her cohorts from the art class she took on a weekly basis. This year was different. The professor’s only relative, a spinster cousin of indeterminable years, had, issued Annabelle with an ultimatum—pay the exorbitant rent or leave.

Scratching her auburn head of hair in frustration, Annabelle gazed half-heartedly at the vacant positions in the local paper. Dismissing the vast majority of jobs as way out of her league and moving along to the casual work column. They still wouldn’t pay the rent—barely enough to pay the utilities.

Sinking into the professor’s old armchair, Annabelle pondered what the professor’s advice would be in the circumstances. Her muddled mind didn’t come up with a darned thing.

Picking up the newspaper again, she decided that options were limited. There was a chance to be a pixie at the local mall for a couple of weeks, they might pay better than the never ending cleaning jobs .

Glancing at the next column, she frowned. In the column where people advertised for all kinds of things including work, she saw a particular ad and it made her smile.

Wanted: Housekeeper/cook/nanny for the period of Christmas until the New Year. Board, lodging, and a small allowance available. Immediate start to the right candidate. Interested parties apply to D. Reed, Box 111, Sheffield Street Post office.

Annabelle chuckled. “You don’t want much do you D. Reed. Why didn’t you just ask for a temporary wife? Some people place the strangest ads.” Tossing the paper aside, she stood up and walked towards the front door. As she did, she picked up her art bag and left the house for her class.

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“You can’t be serious. Someone placed that in the wanted column. Talk about desperate.” Jody Allison remarked over coffee at the local café opposite where they took the art class.

Annabelle nodded. “See it’s here?” she said showing her friend the actual piece from the newspaper someone left on the table.

Jody laughed replying, “Definitely desperate.”

“Well, I’m sure they have a good reason,” Annabelle replied softly.

Jody glanced intently at her friend. “No, please don’t tell me you are considering the position?”

Annabelle frowned. “Not exactly…although it would solve my problems for a few weeks.” She shrugged. “Who knows, it might become permanent like with the professor.”

“Don’t go there, Belle. This could be a crazed maniac out to snare a hostage for all kinds of nefarious reasons. Besides, you can stay with me Christmas Eve and day…you know that right.”

“I know and thank you but it won’t solve my problems. I need a job and some place to live. You’re leaving town for the bright lights of Rayburn the day after Christmas and somehow arriving with you at Jamie’s wouldn’t quite go down well.” Annabelle placed a hand on her friend’s arm. “Thanks for the offer though.”

“You know I’m going to go crazy with worry if you take this job.”

“Ah, but they might not want me. I could always say to …,” she looked again at the name on the ad, “D. Reed that my friend needs to check him out first before I accept.”

Jody shook her head. “I think you need your head examined, however it’s your life.” Pulling at her lip, she added, “Hmm, that’s not such a bad suggestion…the checking out part.”

Annabelle chuckled. “I know.” The more she looked at the ad the more it appealed.

Later that day, she wrote a short letter to D. Reed as per the instructions and posted it an hour later. As she dropped the letter in the mailbox, she wondered if she’d done the right thing.

 

Chapter Two

Danielle had spent the morning chasing poultry around the yard that had minds of their own and didn’t want to play fair by laying eggs in accessible places. Eventually she’d managed to collect enough to deliver her normal number to a couple of small butcher shops in town. She hoped she could locate the Jeep keys that Jack had been playing with the night before. Her youngest nephew had a habit of playing hide and seek with some of the most essential items in the household. The car keys were usually on top of the list unless she hid them in a secure place first. Scouring the house she finally tracked them down to a hollow duck that stood on the welsh dresser. If her mother knew that he did that she’d have a fit—it was a family heirloom from the eighteen hundreds.

Glancing at her watch, she noted the time it was a quarter to eleven. “Darn, today isn’t going very well.”

Three-quarters of an hour later, she’d arrived on the outskirts of town and sped as fast as the snow and the traffic would allow to her destinations. At one-o-clock, she’d completed that side of the business and then rushed to the post office on Sheffield Street to collect her mail. The inaccessible route to the farm had always been a bone of contention to the rural mail service even in her parent’s day. When she’d come back to live at the farm she’d dispensed with the mail run and collected from a box number which the postal service had offered for free as compensation. Now, she collected the mail twice a week and fortunately, her work mail came over the internet.

Ten minutes later, she sank into the relative comfort of the old jeep that was at least as old as Liam and looked over the mail. There were a few bills, a couple of parcels that she’d sent for with presents for the kids. Then she looked at one envelope in particular—it was written in a neat script and not familiar at all. Curiously, Danielle opened the seal and took out a letter. The more she read of the letter, which was short and to the point, the more she re-read it, thinking it would suddenly disappear.

Her advertisement for help had been in the paper for two weeks and this was the only letter she’d received. With a satisfied expression, Danielle glanced at the name and contact details seconds later she pulled out her cell and called the number.

Several rings later a cheerful voice answered, “Hi.”

“Is this, Annabelle Farrow?”

“Yes, who’s calling?”

Danielle surmised by the voice that the woman was young maybe too young for what she needed. Since the kids needed protection, she decided to play it cagy. “You answered the ad for help over Christmas. I’m checking your credentials on behalf of the family requiring your help.” I need to be careful who I invite into our home.

“Oh, that’s fine. Exactly what do you need to know?”

Danielle considered the information criteria. “I assume you can cook and keep house. Do have you a reference I can check from previous employment.”

There was a distinct quiet from the other end of the line. “Is that a problem?”

“Actually, yes. My last employer who I worked for the last eight years passed away suddenly three months ago, which is why I need the work. I’m afraid it would be impossible to get a reference. I’m sorry.”

Working as remotely as she did professionally, Danielle had a keen sense of sizing someone up from the inflections in their voice. Nine times, out ten, she was right and this woman sounded genuinely upset about the person who had died. “I want someone to start immediately and when I mean immediate I mean exactly that. Does that pose a problem?”

“No, all I’d need to do is close up the house and tell the landlord I’m going away. I can be ready within a couple of hours.”

Danielle considered that comment and made a decision—one she hoped wasn’t too rash. “I’m in town at the moment. If you meant what you said, I can pick you up in two hours and take you to the farm. Where shall I pick you up?”

“Ah…well…I guess. Oh, that’s quick. Today huh? How about we meet outside the main office at the university. I’ll be the one with the suitcase.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at that location Ms Farrow, three sharp.” She ended the call and looked at the silent cell. “Did I just do something foolish that might hinder my position even more? Oh well, it has to be better than pressed meat for Christmas. That darn AGA isn’t the easiest object to manage.” Engaging the engine, Danielle drove off towards the center of town. She’d do some Christmas shopping while she waited to pick up Annabelle Farrow.

 

Annabelle replaced the receiver and contemplated what she’d just agreed to. “I’m such a dumb ass. Why don’t I think before engaging the mouth?” In two hours time she’d be heading for a post that frankly was as unknown as her future prospects. “Well, no time to lose. I need to pack and call the professor’s cousin…at least she’ll be happy to see the back of me.” Fortunately, over the past couple of months, her main belongings had been packed and were stored in an old friend’s garage until she was fixed up on a permanent basis.

“I’d better call Jody. She’s going to kill me.” With a light step to her feet, she headed for her bedroom and began the packing in earnest.

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A muddy jeep, slowed as it moved down the road alongside the main university building. It stopped beside Annabelle, who stood with her suitcase and overstuffed gym bag by her side.

The window of the passenger side gradually descended and a woman’s voice she recognised from the phone conversation, asked, “Ms. Farrow?”

“That’s me. You must be the agent for Mr. Reed?” Annabelle picked up suitcase and then reached down for the second bag.

“You could call me that I suppose. I’ll open up the back for you.”

Annabelle rolled her eyes. She could have offered to help. Her thoughts were uncharitable as she heaved the bags towards the back of the vehicle. The snow fall of that morning made the ground particularly difficult to negotiate. At least if I fall on my ass I’ll have plenty of padding. Silently chuckling at what the doctors called obese when she considered it plump and homely.

A movement caught her attention as the woman in the vehicle opened her door and slid out. Annabelle’s breath caught in her throat as she came around the Jeep to open the door. Where she was plump the woman was like a thin stick—bones stuck out everywhere, her neck, shoulders, and the legs. One of mine would make two of hers. She’s probably anorexic. The woman’s short hair style wasn’t a fashion statement for her face—it looked slightly at odds. The cut was great, but it didn’t suit the woman, particularly with all burn scars that ran down the lower half of her left cheek down to her neckline. The scars weren’t fresh they looked quite old and had now simply become part of the features of the woman.

“You’re staring…is there a problem with putting your cases in the car?” 

Annabelle went blood red. It was true that she had been staring. “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought. Anyway, it’s good to meet you. I’d shake your hand but as you can see…” Her hazel gaze moved to her belongings.

“Let me help you.”

Annabelle watched in silent fascination as her large suitcase which she considered heavy was virtually throw into the back with ease. Her second bag soon followed.

“Wow, you’re strong.”A dark-green gaze pierced Annabelle and she felt rooted to the spot.

“Appearances can be deceptive.”

From the tone, Annabelle knew there was more behind the woman’s words than strength. “I know. Take me for instance. You’d never think I don’t eat chocolate.” It was supposed to be a joke about her weight but the intense gaze she received made her think it backfired. Holding out her hand she continued, “Anyway, I’m looking forward to meeting the family.”

Another long stare and a thin hand took Annabelle’s in a bone crushing shake. “Wow, you even shake hands like a muscleman. Do you work out?”

“Farm work can do that to you. Let’s go or the kids will be home before we are and I’d rather they saw you in the house rather than we arrive and I have to dump you on them. They don’t take to strangers well.”

Annabelle’s eyes shot up at the last remark. Perhaps now isn’t a good time to explain that working with children wasn’t been part of my resume. Then again, how hard can it be? Climbing into the vehicle, she gave the woman a smile—there wasn’t one in return. Apparently, the kids aren’t the only ones who don’t like strangers.

The drive seemed never ending particularly as the woman driving was concentrating hard on the ice and snow. At times Annabelle wondered if they would ever reach civilization again once they’d left the town boundary. Then suddenly the Jeep took a 45 degree turn and she was certain they were going to topple over. The vehicle didn’t. Instead, it began a dramatic climb up a steep incline, ten minutes later they were at a farm gate. Though the snow was beginning to fall again, the woman, who had impolitely never given her name, stopped the Jeep and got out. She was back in seconds and she looked like a yeti. Her hair covered in white flecks and the black fleece she wore now looked grey. Obviously, it didn’t bother the woman as she quickly set off traveling through the gate before she stopped again, got out, and closed the gate. They moved gentle forward, as the icy seemed to be giving the wheels on the jeep a tug of war for dominance. Five minutes later, Annabelle saw lights from a building as they turned passed a snow covered barn towards a larger habitable dwelling. “Oh, it’s a traditional farmhouse! You even have the milk churns by the kitchen door.”

“Yes we do.” Danielle replied in quieter tone.

I’m going to like being here it has that homely feel about it.”

“You haven’t been inside yet.”

Annabelle turned to the woman who she was certain was amused at her statement. The only tell—a small muscle tweaking beside her lips. Otherwise, the expression was bland. “Have you ever simply been to a strange place and thought, yes this is it? A place you could call home?”

There was a distinctive blink of the eyes at the comment. “No, I can’t say I ever have.”

Annabelle grinned happily. “Ah, well maybe one day you will.”

The woman opened the Jeep’s door and stepped out then spun her head back and spoke. “I’ll get your bags, be careful getting out. It’s slippery on the cobbles.”

Annabelle smiled. “Thanks.” Gingerly she opened the passenger door and immediately engulfed in a cold draft. The snow instantly covering her like iron filings attracted to a magnet. She clutched the door handle as she almost lost her footing on the slippery path. “Crap, she wasn’t wrong…it is slippery.”

A voice spoke from just behind her. “I explained.”

Annabelle, muttered, “You sure did,” before following the woman towards a door that miraculously opened as they came within two feet of it. A man, Annabelle judged to be in his late twenties or maybe thirties, stood in the doorway.

“I was wondering if you were stuck someplace. The kids came home a little earlier than normal since their swimming lessons were cancelled.”

Annabelle drew in a breath, holding out her hand automatically to the man who took it with a slight smile. “Hi, I’m Annabelle Farrow, your new help.”

“Hello, Annabelle Farrow, I’m David, good to meet you.”

There was a slight sound at Annabelle’s side, which she could have sworn was a grunt of disapproval. Glancing at the woman at her side, she saw what she thought was a look of irritation cross her face. “After you.”

“David, take these bags upstairs for me will you? Ms. Farrow has the bedroom next to the loft conversion.”

The man grinned. “Sure thing.” Then took the bags and disappeared as they entered a warm room.

Annabelle’s shoulders moved as she relished the heat that invaded her body. “It’s so…you know.” A piercing look was all her reply. Then she heard voices excited voices.

“Leave your outer clothes here they will dry better,” Danielle said motioning to the coat hooks.

Annabelle removed her coat and shoes much as the other woman did before following her through another door—the kitchen. It was so traditional that she wanted to cry. This was just the setting she’d dreamed of living in since she’d been a child. She had no idea why—just always had.

Her musings stopped as a small child, a boy who stood no higher than the top of her thigh, almost bowled her over as he rushed passed her and flew at the legs of the woman alongside her. Annabelle surmised that anyone else would have cried out with the velocity hitting such thin legs but from the earlier experience, she knew this woman was stronger than she looked.

“Danny, Danny we thought you might end up a snowman they said they said,” the child wailed pointing at his siblings.

Then Annabelle watched as the woman’s features turned tender and she bent easily to pick up the child and hugged him tight. “They were wrong, Jack.”

Two older children arrived at that moment a sheepish looking boy and a girl who gave Annabelle an intense look.

“He’s such a scardy cat. Even Molly is braver than he is,” the older boy commented with a roll of the eyes.

Annabelle wondered if Molly was the girl standing stiffly next to whom she assumed was her brother.

“He’s no such thing, Liam! You will apologize to Jack for scaring him. As for you young lady…” There was distinct shake of the woman called Danny’s head in the direction of the girl.

The girl for her part looked down and then gave a tearful expression. Annabelle was sure she was about to cry. Deciding this was as good a time as any to introduce herself, she stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Annabelle and you must be, Molly?”

There was a snort of laughter from the boy called Liam and a giggle from behind a child’s laugh, which logically meant it was the small boy Jack and not his aunt.

“I’m not Molly! That’s our cat,” Sally said with a mixture of indignation and laughter.

“Opps, sorry, guess the cat will be annoyed.” Annabelle grinned and then winked at the two children she faced.

The girl jutted out her small chin and replied, “my name is Sally, who are you?”

“Oh, I’m…the housekeeper for Christmas isn’t that right?” she turned to face Danny and could have sworn the woman had a smile on her face. Although it was the briefest of amused expressions and she wasn’t entirely sure that was what it was.

“Yes, kids, meet Ms. Annabelle Farrow. Ms. Farrow, meet my nephews Liam, Jack and as you now, know my niece, Sally.”

“Hi children, I’m sure over the next few days we’ll get to know each other. All I need do now is say a proper hello to my boss, Mr. Reed.” Annabelle didn’t know what she said but whatever it was there was a distinct darkening influence in the room. The small faces of the children seemed to go from surprise to sadness in the space of a few short words. Now, looking closely at the woman called Danny, she shrugged. “Did I say something wrong.”

Danny placed Jack on the floor and she whispered something to him and he ran off to his siblings, seconds later they left the room together.

“I think I forgot to mention something.”

“Oh, what? Isn’t D. Reed the guy who took my bags to my room?” Annabelle asked intrigued.

There was a distinct frown and the scars on the woman’s face pulled taunt. “My brother is dead, Ms. Farrow. The children are my responsibility now. I’m D. Reed…Danielle Reed.”

Annabelle felt her eyes bulge. God, why didn’t she just say that when we first met. “Oh.”

“My brother and his wife were killed in a car accident six months ago. It’s been a hard time for everyone, particularly the older kids. This will be their first Christmas without their parents. I at least want them to eat well and not have to put up with my inedible attempts at cooking for the holidays.”

Although the words were said in a factual manner, Annabelle could see that Danielle Reed was hurting. It was in the stiff way she carried her body and the tight lipped words she spoke. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

There was no response except for a slight movement of the head.

Then the man, called David, arrived back in the room. “Bags all stowed away. Do you need anything else, Danny? I promise Catriona I’d try to be home before the snows drifted.”

“Nothing else, David, thank you. I’ll see you in the morning weather permitting.”

He nodded and then smiled in Annabelle’s direction. “Good to see you Ms. Farrow.” He left the room and the two women were alone again.

“I’ll show you to your room. Take your time I’m not expecting you to start work until tomorrow.”

Annabelle frowned slightly as she followed Danielle up the first slightly wonky staircase and then up a shorter complete straight one. It led to two doors. They passed by the first on the landing and then Danielle opened the second. It was relatively small, but held a decent sized bed, dresser and fitted wardrobe.

“Unfortunately, there isn’t an en-suite facility…the bathroom is on the first floor.”

“That’s okay. What’s next door?”

Danielle looked at the door in question then remarked, “My temporary office. I’ll leave you to do whatever you want.”

“Thanks,” Annabelle said suddenly left alone. She sat on the bed and sighed heavily. “Hmm, I wonder now if this was the brightest move on my part. What the heck…it’s more exciting than being on my own for the season.”

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Danielle closed the door to the new housekeeper’s room and deliberated what to do next. There wasn’t a choice—the children had to come first. Climbing staunchly back down the stairs, she gave a quick yearning glance towards the door of her office. “That will have to wait,” she murmured regretfully and then took the steps down the two levels two at a time.

A few moments later, she opened the old parlor door and saw the children watching TV. They all looked up with attentive faces. TV this early in the day was almost unheard of. One of the ups of having to work from home had been the upgrades she’d undertaken on the telecommunications at the farm. At best they had been serviceable, she needed more than that and had the bills to prove it. This of course meant that the TV reception was clear, unlike previously at this time of year and definitely with the weather, not only would it have been snow outside but in too—on the screen.

“Hey, look, I was going to tell you about the housekeeper person. I just wasn’t sure if we would get anyone.” Danielle said quietly.

Liam screwed up his eyes then replied, “She looks nice. Can she cook better than you, Danny? I’m starving.”

Danielle gave Liam a mock hurt look. “I hope so.”

Sally’s expression closed as she pointed out, “She looks like mom.”

The quiet observation had Danielle on the back foot. Does she? How the hell did I miss that? Must be the hair.  “Yeah? Is that a problem, Sally?”

Jack spoke, “She’s all squashy like mom was. Can we still watch TV, Danny? Sponge Bob is looking for his best friend.”

Danielle watched the youngest child give her a beguiling smile before turning his attention back to the TV. “Sure,” she said glancing at Sally who now had her attention turned back to the TV too. Biting her bottom lip slightly, Danielle reluctantly left the room.

Her footsteps took her back to the kitchen and she wiped her hand across her lower face as her fingers touched the burn marks—the vivid memory of how she achieve such prodigious marks flew into her mind. Sighing heavily, she placed a full kettle of water she always had ready onto the AGA. She then went through the mudroom to retrieve her outdoor wear so she could go back outside and into the cold. The kids were engrossed, which meant bringing in packages of Christmas gifts would be a breeze. She knew it was going to take meal time to prize them from the screen.

Ten minutes later, she was rummaging around in the back of the Jeep collecting several brightly colored bags. Turning back towards the house, she glanced up at the sky. More snow would be the order of the day and who knew what it would be like tomorrow morning. The squawk of chickens and the crowing of a couple of roosters highlighted their predicament too. Moving the packages inside the house, Danielle stowed them in a tall locker away from prying eyes in the mudroom and then quickly stepped inside the kitchen and turned off the kettle. Her hot drink would have to wait—the animals needed to be protected from the weather front coming in. Whatever the conditions in the morning the temperature tonight was going to be bitterly cold with a strong northerly wind due. Normally the kids fed the flock in the evening but she wasn’t that cruel to allow them out of a warm house on an evening like this.

A couple of minutes later, she trudged back outside and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand. She suspected that a cold blast of air was the cause until she instinctively glanced upwards and thought she saw the drapes twitch. However, there was no one there. With a shrug, she headed off to the barn and feeding time as her footsteps made deep indentations in the pristine snow.

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Annabelle waved her wooden spoon in the direction of Jack who was adamant he was going to be first to taste the left over muffin mix. Liam was jostling at his side good-naturedly and Sally stood at the open doorway of the kitchen simply watching.

She had watched, for what she hoped was a discreet moment, Danielle Reed leave the house clothed in serviceable wet gear heading for the barn. Annabelle suspected the woman would need sustenance and a hot drink when she came back. I know I would. One of the few sage pieces of advice her mother had given her was that you could tell a person by the food they kept in the refrigerator. On peering inside, she could see eggs plenty of them, milk, which was good, butter along with a few other odds and ends that she expected to see. “Okay we can work with this.” She located more by what she liked to call careful deduction, when in fact she’d opening the three doors that led away from the kitchen to finally locate the room she needed. It was huge. Three sides had shelves of differing heights to accommodate pretty much anything. Cans and porcelain canisters, along with cereal boxes were stored here, with one side totally taken up by preserves. “Not so bad.” Although picking up a couple of cardboard packages, flour, and the other cornflower, she began to wonder, as they were out of date by several months. “We can fix this.”

Standing, contemplating the array of items with her hand holding her chin, she decided on making muffins for the kids. There were some blackberries preserved in a jar—she loved the fruit. If the kids didn’t eat, her treat then she would eventually, a major downside of her vocation in life—dessert dishes.

Selecting a few items, she quickly and easily made up a batch and then placed them in the AGA. Fortunately, her parents had been devotees of the old style cooking methods, which meant she learned at an early age how to handle the monster. In a farmhouse, she expected nothing less. The new types of oven simply would have looked out of place, especially here, she decided. 

About to place the used bowl into the sink the door opened and she heard a small voice dramatically say, “Nooooooo.”

Stopping in mid-action Annabelle turned and saw three sets of eyes looking at her. “No?”

Jack nodded vigorously, his gaze never leaving the bowl.

“Is it muffins?” Liam asked with a wide grin.

“It sure is. Do you like muffins? I’ve put in some blueberries I found in the larder.” Annabelle grinned in response to the eager child’s question.    

“Can we lick out the bowl? Mom used to let us …sometimes,” he supplemented quickly.

Annabelle had a feeling that wasn’t strictly true but she’d roll with the ball on that one tonight. “I can see how that would be a good idea, no waste right?”

Liam nodded rapidly and moved closer.

“I’m first,” Jack announced as he and his brother rushed forward.

“How about Jack has the spoon and Liam you have the bowl to share with Sally.”

Liam looked devastated and groaned giving his sister a look.

Annabelle also gave Sally a look but with a smile, the young girl hadn’t moved a muscle or said anything. “Is that okay with you, Sally?”

There was a slight frown on Sally’s face as it puckered up her forehead. A few seconds later she replied, “I don’t want any thanks. It will spoil dinner and Danny won’t approve.” 

Opps, Annabelle had forgotten all about the aunt. With a shrug she smiled and said, “Maybe she won’t say anything tonight since it’s my first day.”

Sally didn’t reply immediately obviously digesting the remark. “What are we having for dinner? It’s usually noodles on a Monday.”

Annabelle had wondered why there several varieties of the two-minute noodle packages in the larder. Okay for a snack, I suppose if you were tight on time but dinner—not in my kitchen!  That thought sent a tingle down her spine. How was it that she had become so comfortable that she was taking ownership of the heart of the house? In a matter of less than an hour.

“Actually, Sally, as the boys are otherwise engaged I wondered if you’d show me the freezer, maybe you can chose dinner tonight.”

For the first time since she’d conversed with the children, Sally’s lips pulled tight slightly into what could loosely be described as a smile. “Okay, follow me,” Sally said. “We have three—it’s a farm you know.”

Annabelle felt herself warm to this singular child as the girl moved with importance towards the mudroom where she’d left her wet clothes. “Yeah, a pretty wonderful farm too.”

Ten minutes later, with her hands freezing from delving into the large freezer, she discussed a few dishes she could make in a reasonably quick time with ground meat—chili-con-carne was the order of the day.

Sally had divulged in a conspiratorial way was that Danielle Reed wasn’t much of a cook. “It’s okay though Aunt Danny not being able to cook because one day I will and then she won’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Well, that’s wonderful. Want me to share a few cooking tips with you while I’m here?”

“Yes please,” Sally said with her eyes bright as buttons.

“You got it, Sally. Maybe we can teach your aunt to cook too.”

“Oh, she’s way too busy. I sometimes think she doesn’t want to be here.”

The matter-of-fact way Sally spoke had Annabelle confused. “I’m sure she loves being with you, Sally.”

“She looks sad all the time…even more than we are. That’s what I think anyway,” Sally said as she headed back to the warmth of the kitchen. “Our mom preserved the blueberries.”

Annabelle was still pondering the sad remark from Sally with regard to her aunt Danny. In a way, that made her feel sad too. It also made her wonder if what Sally said were true. Maybe she’d find out in the short time she was here—maybe not.

Seconds later, she was back in the kitchen and thawing the mince under the cold water tap.

 

Chapter Three 

Danielle was cold, bitterly cold. Her fingers felt like ice and she was sure she could take the place of any snowman in history and do justice to the fraternity. She wiped the snow from her eyes that was obscuring her view. Pausing for a moment and looking at the sky, she knew that as each minute passed the weather would become increasingly worse. The lights of the farmhouse welcomed her home as they always did or at least until Greg and Sue’s death. Even her father’s heart attack and her parent’s subsequent move to the coast hadn’t diminished the magic of the place—her sibling’s death had. Now, it was a place she where she needed to be right now. The glow the farm, which had once ignited in her heart, had been lost. Life was full of paradoxes, most of which she hadn’t a clue of how to deal with especially three young children. Sighing heavily, she saw, her breath visible like a mist in the cold air as she said, “I think we’re in for a worse weather.” As she spoke, a wind howled around her ears and even the jacket hood she wore didn’t prevent her ears from feeling its wrath.

Checking the yard once more just in case the odd stray chicken had decided that now was a good idea to find a nest and stay in it, she was ninety-nine percent sure that they were all tucked up in the barn. The sheep, all accounted for, had shelter from the lean of the barn and she knew the small herd of cattle were secure. Trudging through the yard leading to the mudroom off the kitchen she wondered what to do for dinner. They had a guest—at least for tonight anyway. “Noodles might not be the order of the day.”

Opening the door, she quickly entered and shut out the snow and the weather. Carefully extricating her outer gear so her shirt and jeans didn’t get wet, she scowled at her wet socks,—she really needed new galoshes. As s he pulled a sodden sock of her left foot she felt her nose twitch as she smelled an aroma she hadn’t for a while. Cooking—real cooking—not her usual packaged efforts. No way could you get that smell from a packet meal. Quickly dispensing with her gear, she opened the door leading to the kitchen and saw the children sitting with patient expressions at the kitchen table and Annabelle Farrow was busy at the AGA.

“Danny, chili,” Jack announced with a wide grin.

“Yeah, it is, Jack. It’s darned chilly out there.”

A burst of laughter from the children had her perplexed. “What? What did I say?”

Annabelle Farrow gave her a gentle amused glance. “Chili as in con-carne. Hope you like it.”

Danielle swallowed hard she loved the dish it was one of her favorites. “Sure, but you didn’t have to do this I would have…”

Annabelle didn’t answer immediately instead she reached for a mug and held it out.

Danielle took it gingerly at first then relished the heat from the liquid that warmed her through almost immediately.

“I figured you might need a hot drink. You had the kettle all set to go.”

“Thank you.” Danielle nodded and then walked over to the AGA. “You’ve used one before obviously.”

Annabelle grinned, “Brought up with one. They can be as temperamental as hell for a novice but she likes me.”

“That’s a relief.” Danny sighed thankfully. Although, she wasn’t so sure that the woman’s emotional response to an inanimate object was quite sane.

“Take a seat, I’m about to dish up.” 

Danielle dutifully sat at the seat she normally associated with her father and Greg—the head of the table. Her eyes briefly looked to the seat opposite. There was no place setting, “Never will be while I’m here,” she said not realizing she spoke aloud.

“What never will be, Danny?” Liam asked with childish interest.

Danielle only stared at him and sipped some more of her coffee. “Nothing that would interest you young man. Have you washed your hands for dinner?”

He nodded.

Annabelle Farrow placed the rice and chili in large bowls on the table and announced, “Help yourself.” 

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Two hours later, the meal was over, the dishes washed and stacked away. Annabelle smiled in satisfaction. Wrapping her arms around her ample chest she looked at the kitchen and decided this was truly a home. One, if she was a child, she would want to live in—despite the underlying element of sadness due to the tragic loss of the children’s parents.

The two boys appeared to be dealing with the loss a little better than the young girl and she could see how that might happen. It was the aunt, Danielle, who fascinated her though. She hadn’t talked much during dinner. In fact, she was positively mute except to chastise the children if they rushed their food or began to argue about something trivial. However, she did appear to enjoy the meal. When the blueberry muffins arrived, there was a positive gleam in her eyes and she ate two of them. “Next time, I’ll make a batch just for her.”

Walking over to the kitchen window which looked onto the yard the snow was falling heavily now and she could barely discern the vehicle she’d arrived here in as it was covered with snow. 

“I’ve just checked the forecast. We might have to keep the kids here tomorrow. The school bus isn’t likely to make the hill slope in the morning.”

Annabelle jump slightly as she switched her attention from the window view to Danielle who had snuck up on her. Probably not but it feels like it. “That’s not a problem is it?”

“Not for me. As of tomorrow morning you’re in charge…remember.” Annabelle saw no change of the solemn facial expression.

Smiling brightly, she said, “Works for me they can show me around.”

Danielle’s gaze swung to the snow falling outside, “I hope you brought some serviceable winter clothes with you. You’ll need them.”

Annabelle frowned slightly making the furrow deepen over the bridge of her nose. “Hmm, that could be tricky. I have a warm coat and some boots but I’m all out of gloves and a hat. I guess I might have to rethink that one.”

“Perhaps. Look, the kids have TV privileges for another hour and then it’s time for them to take a shower and go to bed. I’ll be in my office until then. You can pretty much do what you want in the house. Except for my office, you have the run of the place.” Danielle turned away heading towards the door leading to the hall.

“Do you think there’s a chance we can go shopping soon?”

Danielle switched her attention back and quietly replied, “What do you need?”

With a smile, Annabelle replied. “Provisions mainly, not that I mind noodles but…I thought I’d do some Christmas baking and get a head start on the menu for Christmas day. Will it just be the four of you?”

Danielle frowned and stroked her chin in what appeared to Annabelle as contemplation. “There will be three others, maybe four. The children’s Grandparents on their mother’s side and uncle.”

“Gotcha, the fourth might be the uncle’s friend I take it.”

A flaring of the nostrils told Annabelle that whoever this fourth party might be she wasn’t welcome.

“Their Aunt Julia… however she’s likely to be otherwise engaged.”

Annabelle was sure she heard Danielle mutter, “We can live in hope.”

With a bright smile, Annabelle nodded. “I’ll ensure that there will be enough food if extras arrived. Everyone makes too much for Christmas dinner right.”

Danielle merely nodded slightly and then with a quiet, “I need to work,” as she left the room.

Annabelle reflected on the conversation. The numbers to cook for weren’t insurmountable but she did wonder as she headed for the larder to make a list of things she needed, why the woman Julia was not on Danielle’s Christmas card list.

 

Chapter Four 

Sally wailed for the third time in the short space of time she’d been awake that she wanted to go to school.

Annabelle watched as Danielle patiently pointed out that the school bus wasn’t going to make the hill—today they would stay home.

“I want to go to school, Danny, you take us...it isn’t fair!”

Danielle sucked in what Annabelle thought was a calming breath before she replied in a voice that had the boys looking down at their feet and not in their aunt’s direction. “I’m busy this morning as is Dave. You’ll have today off…most kids would love the opportunity. I’ve already informed your school.”

Sally didn’t miss a beat as she rapidly turned in Annabelle’s direction pointing at her. “She can take us.”

Annabelle felt her eyebrows move upwards at the child’s demand. About to reply, she was forestalled by Danielle’s response.

“Sally, not only is it rude to point, Annabelle has a name, use it in future. Are we done here because I know I am?” Folding her arms across her chest, she stared at her niece.

“Maybe I can…maybe not.” The steely stare turned its direction on Annabelle as she tried to defuse the situation.

Then Sally with a shake of her head announcing angrily, “I hate you, Aunty Danny.” She flounced off through the door and her footsteps sounded up the stairs.

“Anyone else have a problem with staying home today?” Danny asked.

Both boys shook their heads and Liam with a shrug, moved towards the door leading to the outer area. “I’ll go feed the chickens, Danny.”  He was gone with Danielle’s faint smile of thanks.

“Jack?”

Jack gave a solemn look and then ran the few steps towards his aunt and hugged her legs. “I’ll take care of, Belle,” Danielle picked up the boy, swung him in the air with a delighted squeal, and then hugged him tightly.

“That’s great, Jack thank you. I promise you will all be back at school for the Christmas concert,” Danielle announced with a marginally wider smile this time.

Placed back on the floor he rushed after his brother. “I’ll help with the chickens.” The door crashing shut behind his small body.

Annabelle remained silent wondering if she dare say anything. She thought the family dynamics were a little off.

“I’m going back to work. If I’m not down for lunch, please take care of the children. I’ll make a sandwich later.”

Biting down on her lip Annabelle replied quietly, “You could have handled that better in my opinion.”

A glacial stare was her initial payment and then came the icy blast. “Really? What makes you suddenly an expert? When I need your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”

Annabelle decided to cruise on. After all, she didn’t have much to lose, except maybe a home for a few weeks until she found another job and a place to call home. “You knew all along the reason why Sally was upset so why didn’t you reassure her as you did Jack?”

Danielle’s expression remained closed, except for the muscle that tightened the skin around the burn scars. Annabelle watched it in curiosity. 

“She was impertinent. She needs to understand that not everything is about her.”

Softly Annabelle replied, “Is that because it’s all about you.”

A thundercloud seemed to invade the atmosphere in the room as Danielle angrily ground out, “If it wasn’t for the fact that the darned weather is so bad I’d throw you out of the house now. As it is, you leave tomorrow first thing. I’m going to work, don’t bother me.”

Annabelle watched as Danielle departed the room and she heaved a sigh of regret. “Damn I really should keep my thoughts to myself. Now what do I do?” With that sobering thought, she put down the tea towel she was holding and headed off to soothe Sally’s ruffled emotions if she could.

Danielle checked the time on her computer screen—two-thirty. No wonder her stomach had been rumbling for the last hour. She hadn’t had any lunch. Closing down the program she’d been working on, she gave the screen a cursory look, with a satisfied expression stood up, and stretched. Then she meandered across to the window and looked outside. The snow had stopped. Her eyes scanned the pristine ground of the far off fields and then a movement on the small hillock just beyond the drive caught her eyes. Watching closely, she deciphered several figures running around and a tender expression crossed her lips.

It was several minutes of watching the antics on the hillock, before she moved. Leaving the makeshift office, she quickly descending the two levels to the kitchen, and saw a note addressed to her propped up against a pile of delicious looking sandwiches. Snatching up the note, along with a sandwich, which she bit into with relish, she read the contents.

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Danielle,

I fixed up a few sandwiches if you decide you’re hungry. The snow has stopped I’m taking the kids tobogganing.

Belle

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Shaking her head in consternation, Danielle sighed deeply and took another sandwich. Annabelle Farrow was without doubt a mass of contradictions. Her initial hunger easing with the sandwiches she headed for the outer room and dragged on her warm weather gear. Five minutes later, she was heading towards the hillock and could hear cheerful banter and happy laughter.

As she arrived at the bottom of the hill, there was a squeal of delight and Sally came careering past her missing her legs by a whisker. The girl clearly unable to steer the makeshift wooden toboggan, so much so, when the object finally hit a snow bank the girl tumbled off and landed in a heap on the ground.

Danielle didn’t move at first as the transformation in the little girl mesmerized her. A shout from yards away asking if Sally was okay, drifted past her ears. Moving quickly, she bent over her niece and pulled her up. “Are you okay, Sally?”

Sally grinned widely as she nodded. “Did you see that? Did you see that, Danny? I was flying wasn’t I? The boys said I couldn’t do it…that a girl is too cowardly, but I did…I did.”

Danielle listened to the excitement in the child and she felt tears prick her eyes. This was the Sally of old before her parents died, spunky, good-natured and enjoying what life had to offer. “You sure did, Sally. Are you sure you didn’t hurt yourself?”

Sally proudly announced, “I didn’t. I am going to try it again. Belle said I could. Are you going to try it too, Danny?”

Danielle didn’t reply she was watching her niece run as fast as the snow would allow back up the hill with the wooden vehicle. “I guess I am.” Quickly catching up to Sally, Danielle took the cord that Sally was using to pull the toboggan and then Sally’s hand. “Come on; let’s show those boys what girls are made of shall we.”

Sally gave a whoop of joy and virtually skipped in the snow. 

A few minutes later, they crested the hill and the two boys gave Danielle a surprised look. Then Liam spoke. “Are you going to give it a try, Danny? Belle won’t, we called her a scardy cat.”

All eyes turned to Annabelle who shrugged and gave them a cheery smile. “Hey, not everyone wants to land in the snow and be part snowman.”

Jack bounced forward announcing it was his turn. Taking the cord from Sally and settling on the toboggan. “Will you push really hard, Belle, please?”

Annabelle smiled warmly. “You got it, Jack.”   

Danielle watched in fascination as Annabelle moved forward to push the child away from the edge. With a scream of delight, the boy was sliding fast down the small hill. “You’ve done this before I assume?”

Annabelle gave Danielle her attention as she chaffed her hands to keep warm and shrugged. “Not really. It was something I’d always wanted to do. I guess better late than never.”

For a few seconds Danielle considered the reply as her eyes constantly moved over the children. Then, she repeated the latter words, “Yes, better late than never.”

Liam and Sally began to argue about the person fastest down the hill and Annabelle moved over to break up the discussion. “Okay you two, I’ve an idea.”

“What?” Both children asked immediately, their expression expectant.

“Why not let me time you down the hill and we can say for sure who is the fastest,” Annabelle announced with a smile.

“Yeah,’ both children shouted and the pointed to Jack who was picking himself up from the snow covered ground. He looked like he was part of the white scenery as snow covered him head to toe.

“Do you have a stopwatch?” Danielle asked Annabelle directly.

“Well no, but my watch should be okay, we’re not exactly doing time trials for the winter Olympics are we.” Annabelle grinned and then her smile froze on her lips.

Danielle frowned at the remark and then wished she hadn’t seeing the younger woman’s reaction. Ah yes, I’ve sacked her for speaking her mind already. Think, Danny, think. “Give me a few minutes. I need to go back to the house. I’ll be back.”

“Okay.”

Danielle true to her word was back within five minutes and held up a stopwatch. With a self-conscious shrug she said, “Who knows we might have Olympic potential here.”

Annabelle laughed and the three children did to although it was clear from their expressions that they didn’t quite know for what. “Yeah, we can’t miss potential.”

Danielle smiled and it tightened the scars around her face but made her expression softer somehow. “Absolutely. Okay now, we draw straws or in our case carrots to find out who goes first.” Fishing in her pocket she found the three carrots she’d snatched from the vegetable rack on her way back out of the house.

Eagerly the children took turns to draw a carrot and the race was set.

“I brought these for you,” Danielle said handing a pair of thermal gloves to Annabelle.

Blinking rapidly, Annabelle and then took the offered gloves. “Thanks, one of the things I’d forgotten. Not that it matters much now…”

“Look I was going to say…” Pursing her lips, Danielle sucked in a breath and said, “I’m sorry for my attitude earlier. Will you stay? Please.”

There wasn’t an immediate reply and then Annabelle said, “I didn’t mean to interfere earlier. I’m sometimes outspoken. The worse thing is I can’t promise it won’t happen again.”

Danielle placed a hand on Annabelle’s shoulder. “It doesn’t matter and maybe it’s what I need. Will you stay for Christmas?”

With a chuckle and a shake of the head, Annabelle replied, “Yes I will. You do know we need to go shopping your idea of food in the larder isn’t mine.”

“I remembered.”

Liam who was sitting on the toboggan wailed, “Are we doing this or not? I’m freezing waiting here.”

Danielle turned to the children and smiled. “We are. Okay, Belle, push him off after my mark on three. One, two, three and away he goes.”

There were shrieks and moans and groans as the Liam took a tumble half away down.

Danielle looking at the two younger children grinned. “Well guys it’s between you two now.”

 

Chapter Five

Annabelle sat at the kitchen table contemplating the few days she’d spent at the Reed farm. After her initial fractious twenty-four hours with Danielle Reed, things had settled down relatively easily into a pattern. She cooked, cleaned, and generally helped with the children. The farm house was twice the size of the professor’s home but the chores didn’t bother her—she loved the place. Her initial feeling about the farm hadn’t wavered—she wished she could live here forever.

After the tobogganing episode, Danielle had thawed a little, she even spent her meager half hour lunch break in the kitchen. Not that she gave much away, except about the kids and their parents. Her own personal life seemed to be out of bounds.

Annabelle, on the other hand, had been more gregarious of her life as a child and adult. Although she was unsure that Danielle had been listening, there hadn’t been any appreciable comment about any aspect of her life. Still, today was going to be interesting. It was the last day of school for the children and the afternoon festivities of carol singing, a nativity play and other musical events made her feel nervous for the kids although she’d only known them less than a week.

Jack had been strutting about in a beige sheet for the last two evenings trying to remember his one line. Even his aunt had laughed last night when he’d totally jumbled his words. Annabelle had seen a fleeting look at the person hidden away behind a wall. She wasn’t sure if that was because of the scars on her face, or, the trauma of her brother’s death and what it had meant to her life. Either way, she wasn’t inclined to ask any deeply personal questions on the subject. Suffice to note that Danielle could laugh and it changed her completely.

Sally had woken with a frog in the throat and Annabelle had decided it was nervous rather than anything more threatening. A gargle with spearmint mouthwash seemed to bring about a change, when she’d explained that opera singers had this problem all the time. The young girl had gurgled away for a little longer than necessary and Annabelle decided Sally was a diva in the making—it made her smile.

Liam had been his usual self. Nothing seemed to faze the young man. He took everything in his stride and good-naturedly teased his siblings about their melodramatic antics.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Annabelle stood up. She needed to change. Catriona Franks, the farm manager’s wife, would be along shortly to pick her up and take her to the school. Her own daughter, Aileen, was Jack’s age and in the play too. They’d met yesterday and she liked the woman immediately.

David, her husband, whom she’d thought her boss when she’d first arrived, was a quiet man. Just the opposite of Catriona who was an outspoken Irish girl with a warmth that shone through like a second skin.

With a satisfied look around the place, Annabelle moved towards the stairs, and then headed for her bedroom to change into decent clothes for the performance.

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 “Danielle it’s your project you have to deliver it.”

Danielle rolled her eyes towards the ceiling and wished she stayed home and sent the project over the internet instead of going into the office. Today of all days she needed to keep a promise to the kids.

“I can’t, I have other commitments this afternoon. If you can re-schedule I’ll be…”

“No, the client can only be here at one, he has a flight back to Houston at six. I don’t need to tell you how important this would be if he comes onboard. That salary hike you need would be in the bag, not to mention a huge bonus.”

Glancing at the woman who was being particularly belligerent in her attitude, who hadn’t been aware the project was complete until she’d arrived that morning. “What did you do? Call the client as soon as I walked in the door this morning?”

Wendy Brightman scowled and flung down the folder she was holding onto the desk between them. Her blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders as she stared hard at Danielle her hazel eyes inflexible. She retorted, “When you reported that you’d completed the assignment ahead of time I was loath to keep it from the client. We need him on board, Danielle, you know that.”

   Danielle couldn’t dispute Wendy’s argument. They did need James Faverolle or rather his conglomerate clout on their side. If he agreed to her design for his new logo and theme for his company’s image they would make millions. She would get a bonus equivalent to two years salary and the hike in salary she needed to take on her new responsibilities with more confidence.

“It’s just an hour of your time Danielle surely you can spare that. I’m not asking for the rest of the day only an hour.” Wendy walked around the desk and stood by her business partner. Her hand moved to caress Danielle’s shoulder. Her tone softened as she said, “Afterwards we could make it the rest of the day just the two of us like old times.”

Danielle sucked in a deep breath, her mind trying to solve the dilemma she was in. “Are you certain there’s no other way? Isn’t Faverolle in town next week? What can he possible do over the holidays with the information?”

Wendy sighed heavily and then gave Danielle a hard gaze. “He’s out of the country until February. He leaves Houston on Christmas Eve. I don’t want to wait until then to agree a deal…we might lose our advantage.”

“You say only an hour right? Well, how about half an hour and you ask if he can get here as early as possible. Now, would be good?” Danielle glanced at the clock it was twelve-forty six.

Wendy grinned, “You won’t regret this, Danielle, I promise you. I’ll call him now.”

Danielle watched Wendy leave the office she used when she actually did come into town to work and closed her eyes. “I‘m doing this for you, kids, not that you’ll appreciate me being late today but sometimes promises have to be broken for the greater good. You might not understand it now, but you will…I promise you, you will.” Then she took out her cell phone and made a call.

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Catriona shook her head as she half listened to Belle’s conversation. When it ended, she asked directly. “She’s not coming is she?”

Annabelle frowned, licking her lips she cagily replied, “Well, she’ll but late. Apparently, she’s needed at a meeting that can’t be postponed.”

“Yeah, and pigs might fly. I swear she doesn’t make half the effort she should for those kids.”

“Isn’t bringing them up, making their inheritance work, being there for them when they do mature, enough. She’s put her own life on hold from what I see.” Annabelle replied vigorously.

Shaking her head, Catriona replied, “Don’t be fooled Belle. Danielle Reed knows what she wants from life always has. If this wasn’t going to be beneficial for her she’d have never taken it on—she certainly doesn’t need too.”

“Have you known her a long time?”

“Vaguely, she attended the same high school as my eldest sister. There were a lot people willing to throw dirt at her. She’s not that social; we barely speak, even though Dave is doing the majority of the work on the farm. He needs to move on for better pay, but he won’t. He worked for Greg and feels a certain loyalty to the family I guess.” Catriona looked at the small stage n front of her. “The nativity play is first.”

Annabelle digested the comments Catriona had given freely, too freely she thought. However, it did beg the question why Catriona thought that Danielle must have an ulterior motive. From what she could see, there were only financial problems looming. Isn’t it strange how different people can see situations in so many ways.

“What dirt were they throwing?”

 Catriona chuckled. “Oh, the usual stuff people say…she is a lesbo…women certainly didn’t want share the shower room with her. She always got top marks and that made her a teacher’s favorite.” Catriona’s voice lowered. “Then there was that time she left the area for two years came back when Sally was born.” She moved a little closer to Annabelle. “Mind you, I never could find out how she got those scars.”

Annabelle shook her head at the woman’s gossip regarding her employer. Although it might help in the long term if she found out a little more about Danielle, or she thought it might. “When did she get the scars?”

Catriona considered the question then replied, “High school prom night. No one knows who or what went on except for the two involved. It never went to the police for investigation. Everything was hush, hush. Of course there was speculation.”

Annabelle grimaced internally as with a smile she asked, “There was? What was it about?”

Catriona shrugged. “Drugs.”

Taken aback at the answer Annabelle didn’t know what to say initially then she gathered her thoughts. “Drugs? She doesn’t seem the type.”

“Well what else can you think when she was found in the chemistry lab. There wasn’t any criminal case brought. Some think it was self inflicted. Only Danielle knows the truth and she’s not letting anyone else in the secret.”

Annabelle thought about that for a few seconds then murmured, “Perhaps it wasn’t a criminal scenario.”

“Yeah, right. Hey, look, here they come.”

Annabelle smiled as Jack walked onto the stage. She pulled out her cell phone so she could video him saying his line, for Danielle. At least then, she could see the performance.

Fifteen minutes later the play was over and Jack executed his lines perfectly, Danielle would be proud of him she knew she was. As Annabelle looked at the clock, it was ten past two and the music performances were about to begin. “I hope I have enough battery life left in the phone to do this for Liam and Sally too,” Annabelle muttered as she checked the level.

“Why don’t you call her?” Catriona asked her eyes catching Annabelle’s in a direct stare that dared her to do just that.

Hesitantly, Annabelle considered the possibility then shrugged. “She said it was an important meeting I don’t want to disturb her.”

“Whatever,” Catriona replied sarcastically before she looked at the stage. “Here they come.”

Annabelle glanced at the stage and saw Liam striding purposefully towards his music stand, his hands holding the flute tightly. When he neared the stand, he looked out onto the audience and then saw her. He grinned and then glanced around in her vicinity. His expression, though only for a few seconds, changed significantly—Danny wasn’t there. When the kids get home, it is going to be one tough evening.

The music teacher tapped on her music stand and then the strains of music began—it was beautiful to Annabelle’s ears. Admittedly, with school kids, there was the odd out of tune note, but the rapt expressions on parent’s faces as they watched their children perform said it all. Annabelle managed to get two minutes of Liam’s solo and then decided to stop the recording. She’d have a few minutes left for Sally’s carols, at least a little anyway.

The carols as always the highlight of any Christmas show was lovely, a perfect ending to a stunning performance at least everyone in the hall thought so. Annabelle managed three minutes of the session before her phone went dead.

After the event, Annabelle waited in the foyer for the children to meet her. Catriona couldn’t offer her a lift home since she was going directly to her mother’s in town for dinner. “My mother isn’t feeling well and couldn’t come to the show. I promised to have dinner with her and tell her all about it.” It was a blow and now that her phone wasn’t working she couldn’t contact Danielle to pick them up. “I’m going to have to find out the timetable for the bus.”

Jack was the first to arrive. He rushed over to Annabelle with his small arms filled with his rucksack, a carrier bag of goodies and a large collage.

“Hey, Jack, did you make that yourself?” Annabelle grinned at the boy as he stopped in front of her.

“I sure did. Do you like it. It’s our family.” He proudly showed the collage with its cotton wool balls for snow and pieces of colored cardboard for figures. “It’s us tobogganing. I made it today.”

Annabelle smiled as she looked at the wonky figures and was touched that Jack thought her family as she noticed to large figures with three smaller ones on the sheet. “Your aunt is going to love this, Jack.” She bent down and kissed the boy’s cheek.

“Where is Danny, Belle? Did she see me in my play?” Jack said as he glanced around.  and spied his brother and sister heading their way.

“hey there’s Liam and Sally. “It was a reprieve for Annabelle in answering Jack’s question about his aunt—there was time for that later.

When the two other kids arrived, Liam smiled slightly at Annabelle. “Did you like the performance, Belle?”

Annabelle smiled at the boy warmly. “I certainly did. I suspect you’ve all been keeping a secret.”

All eyes even Sally’s who had been looking around the foyer expectantly. “Secret? We have a secret. What is it, Belle?” Jack bounced on his feet as he asked eagerly.

“Hey, isn’t that for you to tell me.” Annabelle’s eyes flew open teasingly.

Sally remarked quietly, “I was right…she didn’t come did she.”

For a second Annabelle wanted to lie for some reason for Danielle. Then again, it could be for the children as she looked at their glum expressions in differing degrees. “I think she wanted desperately to be here, Sally. Something unexpected came up. I recorded some of it for her to see though.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Sally announced as she looked down at her feet.

Annabelle felt their disappointment keenly. “Hey guys, I know she didn’t mean to miss the performance. Look, how about we go and have something to celebrate, you decide where?”

Immediately to the two boys eyes lit up, Sally remained morose.

“Kentucky.” “Macdonald’s”

Annabelle laughed, “Okay Sally you have the final vote where do you want to go?”

The girl remained obstinately non-verbal.

Annabelle scratched at her ear. “How about I take you to a special place I know it has lots of great things to eat.”

“Cool,” the boys responded in unison.

Sally looked up and remarked. “Whatever.”

Under her breath Annabelle muttered, “You owe me big time boss.”

 

Danielle glanced at the clock it was three- thirty. She groaned as she realized she’d missed the school event totally. Annabelle would have to get a lift back home with Catriona.

“Is there a problem, Danielle?” James Faverolle asked as he heard the groan.

“What? No, sorry I was just thinking that was all.” Danielle gave him a smile, chastising herself for groaning out loud.

Nodding his head, the man looked at the project folder again and then back to Danielle. “You look preoccupied. Am I keeping you from something more important?”

Wendy glanced in Danielle’s direction.

Danielle silently said yes. Shaking her head, she announced brightly, “Absolutely not. Do you have everything you need?”

“I do, thank you, Danielle, Wendy. I think at this juncture, it’s safe to say your proposal is the front runner. I’ll give you a call before I leave for Europe and let you know my decision.” He scraped back his chair and shook both their hands.

A few minutes later, Wendy almost skipped into the conference room and hugged Danielle tightly. “We did it…no you did it. Danny, we’ve got it in the bag. I can feel it.”

“Yeah, yeah well don’t go opening the champagne until you see a signature on the contract. I have to go.” Danielle replied extracting herself from Wendy’s arms.

“Oh, do you have to go. I thought that maybe we could go out on the town tonight. It’s been months since you let your hair down and had a good time.” Wendy pouted.

Danielle shook her head. “I can’t. I have responsibilities. I’m already in trouble for missing the school festive events today. If the contract comes through I promise in the new year we’ll celebrate.”

Wendy scowled slightly then replied, “New Year’s Eve, whatever happens.”

Rolling her eyes and deciding to agree to Wendy’s suggestion to get the woman of her back she answered, “Okay, I’ll pick you up at eight, where do you want to go?”

Wendy grinned. “Don’t worry about that. I have two tickets to the best New Year’s Eve dinner in town. Eight sharp and don’t forget me.”

Danielle smiled. It’s just like Wendy to have everything organized. Wendy was the administration guru of the firm while she was the creative—it worked. “It’s not likely is it? Have a great Christmas, Wendy. Say hi to your folks for me.”

Wendy nodded. “Hey, hold on a second…I have some presents for the kids.”

When Wendy left the room Danielle quickly texted Annabelle that shed need to catch a lift with Catriona.

When Wendy returned Danielle was amazed at her generosity. “I didn’t expect…” She trailed off as Wendy held two large shopping bags from Jackson toy company.

“Hey, I remember when I was a kid and we didn’t have any money for great presents. Call this an appeasement gift for keeping you here today.” Wendy explained as she gave Danielle the bags.

Danielle accepted the gifts cagily. “Dare I ask what’s in them?”

Wendy laughed. “You remember when you told me about some of the items on the kid’s wish lists? You said that there was no way you could afford the ones on the top of the list?”

Danielle’s eyes flew open in surprise. “You didn’t?”

“Yeah, I did. See you New Year’s Eve, Danny.” Wendy planted a kiss on Danielle’s cheek as she breezed out of the room.

Stunned at the generosity, Danielle just stood there fully expecting the bags to disappear—they didn’t. Blowing out a breath, she said, “Now, I remember why I’ve always liked you, Wendy.” Moving towards the door, she muttered, “Now, to make peace with the kids and hope they don’t hate me for not being there today. At least they had Annabelle.”

 

Chapter Six

Annabelle and the three children slowly made the walk from the bus stop at the top of the drive down to the house. It was five-thirty and dark. They held hands as they gingerly made their way towards the lights in the house. She hoped that Danielle wouldn’t be too mad at their late return.

Annabelle looked ahead thankful to see something more than pitch black.

“Hey kids, looks like your aunt’s home. Remember what I said okay.”

There was a chorus of, yes we remember.

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The visit to her old café haunt near the university had done the trick. She had allowed the kids to indulge in whatever they wanted, within reason, culminating in Liam having a large sausage roll. Sally had a double chocolate muffin and Jack dithered about the choices before he chose a whipped Neapolitan ice cream. She’d cringed at that but what the hell the kids choose what they wanted. Ice cream in the middle of winter—who was she to say it was wrong. Her choice had been a large Latte.

The delicate subject of their aunt’s no show came up, primarily because she brought it up. Liam had taken a middle of the road attitude—what will be, will be. She expected as much. Jack had frowned and said he was upset—he then cheered up when she’d explained that his performance was on her phone for his aunt to watch. Sally was the tough nut to crack—her attitude bordered on something she’d rather not dwell on. In the end, two muffins later, they agreed that Danielle was much better to live with than with their grandmother. They agreed they wouldn’t give her a hard time—well maybe a little.

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In their present cold condition the house looked inviting and to Annabelle it always had. Something drew her to the place and she didn’t have the foggiest idea what that might be. “Clothes, boots, and anything else that’s wet leave in the outer room, we don’t want wet footprints through the house…I’ve just cleaned up.”

There was a mumble of voices but they were all excited to be home. The kids all rushed to be first to enter the main part of the house leaving ahead of Annabelle for a good five minutes.

When she arrived in the kitchen, she smelled fresh coffee brewing and there was a delicious chocolate cake taking center stage on the kitchen table. The boy’s were talking at once explaining their part in the afternoon performance. Sally remained quiet, fidgeting as she looked at her aunt and then back at the cake.

“Hey, am I glad to see you home. I thought we were going to have to negotiate the drive in the dark. We had to take a bus.” Annabelle smiled as she breezed into the kitchen and popped the oven on.

Danielle’s voice taunt edgily replied, “Why didn’t Catriona bring you home?”

Annabelle turned form her oven preparations and shrugged. “Her mother was ill and she arranged last minute to have dinner with her mother in town. I figured that I wouldn’t need a lift as you… Anyway, I’ve prepared a tuna bake just need to heat it up and dinner will be in about an hour.”

Danielle’s eyes caught hers and Annabelle swallowed hard. The woman has a direct almost searing quality when she captures you with her gaze. At least that’s what Annabelle felt and was sure there was going to be an equally intense conversation to go with it—remarkably there wasn’t.

“Thank you. I’m sorry you had to get the bus and for not being there today, it was unavoidable. I did texted you and tried calling several times. ”

Annabelle smiled. “My phone battery is dead, I’ll have to put it on charge. Besides you’re very welcome. How about you all go do your thing for an hour and leave me to do my thing.”

Danielle nodded, finally releasing Annabelle from the intensity of her gaze. “I have an idea…who wants to wrap some presents for your grandparents?”

There was a general squeal of approval and Danielle trooped them all out of the room towards the family room. Returning a few minutes later, she stood by the door.

Turning from checking the temperature on the oven, Annabelle was surprised to see Danielle. “Do you want something?”

Danielle didn’t reply immediately, there was a slight twitch of her lips and Annabelle wasn’t sure if that was a nervous tick or she was going to smile. “Scissors, we need a pair and there’s several in the utensil draw.” Pointing in the direction of the hutch that contained several plates not for use at dinner and crystal, she walked over to the object and opened the door.

“Do you like tuna bake? I’m afraid I’ve been cooking stuff that I like and maybe I should ask you if …” Annabelle spoke quickly.

Danielle turned and stared at Annabelle. “You’re a great cook. I for one, have no problem with food.” Self-depreciatingly she grimaced. “My cooking skills were left at the high school, not that they were anything to write home about anyway. Therefore, if you can do justice to food instead of incinerate it or not cook something properly I’m a devotee.”

Annabelle felt a glow deep inside not that it was much praise, in reality from someone who could burn a boiled egg. “Thanks, I guess you don’t want to run a menu by me for Christmas and the grandparents visit?”

Danielle shook her head and she gave a rueful smile. “I’m afraid that my menu would land me in hot water with the police.”

Annabelle chuckled turning back to the oven. “I guess you’d better leave that to me then.”

There wasn’t an immediate answer and Annabelle turned back and caught what she was sure was a guilty look on Danielle’s face. The woman, with a flick of her head, left the room.

Unsure what that was all about, Annabelle frowned, and then her glance caught the large chocolate cake on the table. “Looks like she bought a cake to appease the kids for not being there today…I forgot to tell her about the video on my phone. I’ll do that later.”

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Three hours or so later the kid’s duly dispatched to bed, Annabelle yawned—it had been a busy day. Stretching her body, she wondered if she had the energy to stay awake for the Christmas Jamie Oliver special. It was due on at nine, which was in about ten minutes. Walking into the lounge, she looked at the silent TV. Danielle was in her office and the kids now in bed making the lower part of the house silent. There were quirky noises, which had first had scared her silly, but the more she heard them the more they became familiar background noises that made the house even more like a home to her. 

Bending to switch on the TV, she wondered if she could record the program and go to bed. Her book was appealing even if she’d only be able to read a chapter if she was lucky before sleep called her name. Once she couldn’t see any discs to record on and she debated her options—go to bed or watch the show. The sound of the door opening had her spinning around. She thought it might be one of the children.

“Hi.”

“Hi, I’m going into town again in the morning. I have turkeys and eggs to deliver. I wondered if you needed anything.” Danielle asked, as she remained glued to her spot in the doorway.

Annabelle smiled slightly. “Thanks for asking, but no…I have everything we need for Christmas dinner. We spent a fortune earlier in the week remember.”

“As if I could forget.” There was a ghost of a smile on Danielle’s face as she replied dryly to the comment.

Chuckling, Annabelle moved towards the door. “Hey, you said I could buy whatever would be required to prepare the perfect Christmas dinner.”

“Hmm, but not fit for royalty…only the grandparents.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” Annabelle waited for a reply knowing that Danielle wouldn’t agree. Whatever the animosity of that particular situation it wasn’t going to be Danielle who gave the game away. Besides, it wasn’t her business, although she was curious.

“Some might say that. Well, if you don’t need anything I’ll get away early before the kids get up. The weather forecast is improving we might actually see some sun tomorrow.”

Annabelle nodded. “I was wondering if it will be okay to record a program. It starts in a couple of minutes, and I’m bushed.”

“Of course, you can. You don’t need to ask,” Danielle replied in surprise.

“Oh, I did since I have no clue where you keep the discs.”

“Ah,” Danielle walked into the room and opened a large cupboard in the left corner filled with various movies, DVD’s and recording media. Taking a disc, Danielle walked over to the machine. “Let me show you how it works.”

Annabelle watched in fascination as bony fingers press various buttons and then blushed as Danielle caught her eyes.

“Which channel?”

“Oh, right it’s the food channel…number nine I think,” Annabelle choked out and moved her gaze to the curtain covered window in the room.

Danielle raised her eyebrows at the choice but didn’t say anything as she chose the selection and pressed record.

“Thank you,” Annabelle breathlessly replied.

“No problem. If you remind me, I’ll show you how the smart box works or better still ask Liam…he’s a whiz. He records all kinds of shows and preprograms some of mine for me.”

“A smart box?”

Moving from her crouched position by the TV, Danielle laughed. “It’s what we call it. One of those devices from the satellite company, high definition signal along with a tuner that has a hard drive and you can manipulate up to three programs at a time and do that live pause thing.”

Annabelle was amazed not at the content of the words but at the number of words. It must be the longest single conversation she’d ever had with the woman. “That sounds fantastic.”

“Not really, it’s just the leaps in technology. Well, I’ll wish you good night, Annabelle.”

“Goodnight, Danielle.” Annabelle watched the woman move towards the door before she turned back.

“Thank you for today. What you did for the kids and the video for me, it was…well thank you.”

Annabelle nodded at the simple sincerity in the thanks that made her want to cry for some reason. “Glad you reminded me. I need to take the phone off recharge before I go to bed.”

“Goodnight, Belle.” Danielle left the room.

Stunned for a few seconds, Annabelle stood in the center of the room. Her whole body was feeling that glowing sensation again. She called me Belle. Wow, we really are into breaking the ice. 

Chapter Seven

Christmas Eve had always been a nonevent for Annabelle. The only good thing about it had been that in the morning, her mother’s parents would collect her and she’d spend the rest of the holidays with them. Over the years, she’d grown used to their lack of parental caring but that didn’t stop it hurting. Eventually, as she grew older, she realized exactly what the problem was—in a nutshell—her parents should never have had a child. They were too self centered and the world revolved around them—end of story.

Conversely, the Reed family was the opposite—even Danielle. They had a simple dinner of eggs, beans, and fries. The simplicity of the meal had Danielle smiling across the kitchen table as she playfully pointed her fork in Annabelle’s direction. “Even I can manage to prepare this. Tell me where is the brilliant cook I hired?”

Adroitly, Annabelle replied, “My skills are needed a rest for tomorrow’s main event.” Everyone around the table laughed—the meal was a pleasant enjoyable family occasion.

Annabelle, now seated in the lounge complete with a large mug of chocolate filled with toasted mallows, smiled. The children’s eyes were glued to the TV as they watched The Polar Express. It seemed to her that their rapt expressions indicated their entrancement by the boy’s progress. Casting a discreet glance in Danielle’s direction, she saw a tender scene. Ensconced in a large comfortable old chair, the fabric a checkered pattern that was fading certain places, the thin woman was holding her niece close while the child cuddled contently into her body. No matter how acrimonious the child felt about her aunt at times, it was abundantly clear there was a bond of love there that would never be broken.

“Danny, do you think he’ll be home in time?” When a commercial came on, Jack looked up from his prone position on the floor with a perplexed expression on his face.

Kissing the top of Sally’s head, she moved to stand, sliding the girl off her knee, and placing her on the chair. “Keep it warm for me, kiddo, I’ll be back soon.” Then she walked over to Jack and tousled his curly hair. “Ah, now we’ll see won’t we, Jack. But, if it was me, I’d sure want to be home with my family for Christmas day.”

Liam nodded. “Me too. I can’t wait until tomorrow to see what Santa brings me.”

Annabelle was listening to the gentle conversation and she sighed gently. Her presents amounted to the sum total of a small package from her grandparents on her mother’s side. She highly doubted that the phone call she’d made to her parent’s had even been checked on the voice mail, indicating her new address. So nothing from that quarter—not that she expected much. Her attention was diverted when Danielle spoke to her. “Sorry what was that?”

A slight smile curved Danielle’s lips as she gazed down at Annabelle in a chair, which was less faded twin of the one where Sally sat.“I asked if you wanted toast with lots of hot butter.”

Annabelle’s eyes flared open as she attempted to rise out of the chair. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were all still hungry…” A hand reached across her chest and brushed her breast for a split second and Annabelle heat flood her body at the touch.

“We’re not hungry, Belle, but it’s indulgence time and a tradition here at the Reed farmhouse. Isn’t that right kids?” There was a chorus of agreement as Danielle continued, “Indulge us please, Belle, how many do you want?”

Belle grinned, her eyes catching Danny’s eyes. A flicker from the log fire seemed to glow in the blue eyes that held hers expectantly. “I guess, in that case, I’d better not blow the tradition. Two please.”

“Two it is. Keep watching, Jack, I want to know what happens when I get back.” Danielle strode out of the room.

“Is it really a tradition?” Belle asked quietly not really expecting an answer.

“Oh, yes, Belle. Dad used to tell us stories about him and Aunty Danny at Christmas,” Sally replied in a solemn tone. 

“That’s way cool. I wish I had a brother or sister,” Belle replied absently.

Sally’s eyes shot open. “You were all alone at Christmas, Belle? Were you an orphan?”

Belle almost said she was for it was how she felt most of her life. “No, not an orphan…my parents were busy people.”

The children all looked at her and Jack stood up, his small chubby frame moving quickly, as he jumped up on her lap. The hot chocolate thankfully was on the side table next to her.

“You can be our family now, Belle. You can be Danny’s sister.” The small boy placed his short arms around her neck and gave her a wet kiss on the cheek.

Overtaken with emotion, Belle was unable to answer as tears began welling up in her eyes. “Thank you, Jack, I’d like that.”

Liam who hadn’t said much returned his gaze to the TV screen. “It’s started again.”

Jack scooted off Belle’s knee and plunked himself on the floor again as his attention was now on the movie.

Ten minutes later, Danielle arrived back in the room with a tray laden with toast that literally dripped butter. “Have I missed much?”

Belle wanted to say, yeah you’ve just gained a sister, instead she accepted the toast quietly and watched the movie although her attention was on her feelings that she was right when she first came here—it did feel like home and now the younger occupants inside had offered it to her however innocently. It was the older occupant who held the key to her staying. As much as she wanted to ask Danny if she’d consider taking her on permanently, she knew it wasn’t possible. Placing yet another financial burden on the woman wasn’t fair, even though it would break her heart to leave them…all of them.

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It was nine-thirty, Jack and Sally had gone to bed after the movie around eight, and Liam was allowed to stay up an extra hour. Now, he was in bed and that left Belle with Danny, who she suspected was half asleep in the chair. They’d agreed that neither one of them was going to see the movie scheduled around that time through so had decided on a comedy sketch, which had been funny but tiredness was taking its toll on Belle. She had a long day in front of her. Stretching slightly, she stood up as the closing credits of the show began. “I hope you don’t mind but I need some sleep. I want to be up earlier than usual tomorrow.”

She’d been right, Danny virtually shot out of the chair when she spoke and groggily replied, “What, oh right…yes early.”

Smiling in gentle amusement at the half dazed expression on Danny’s face, Belle nodded. “Yes, I’ve turkey to trim and all that goes with it. What time are your guests expected?”

Danny frowned then rubbed her eyes. “Probably around one. Jackie and Peter, that’s the grandparents, have a formal Christmas breakfast with friends at their place. Then, they deem it necessary to visit their grandchildren. We should be rid of them an hour after dinner.”

Belle nodded then ruefully remarked, “I guess I should make dinner for around two then.”

Danny’s eyes seemed to sparkle. “Any chance of that?”

“You’re the boss you tell me.” Belle chuckled silently at the delighted expression that comment made on Danny’s demeanor.

“I am, aren’t I? I keep forgetting that lately. Okay, Ms. Farrow, may we have dinner at two please?”

Laughing softly Belle curtsied. “Yes ma’am. Goodnight, Danny.”

“Goodnight, Belle, sleep well.”

Belle quietly replied, “Same to you.”

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Danielle wandered around the lower floor of the house locking up. It was only a little after ten and they had a big day ahead of them in more ways than just the dinner itself. Her footsteps traced back to the lounge and the final check that all the electrical items were turned off. It was a legacy from her father…he insisted each night that every nonessential electrical item should be that way. He declared it was the old wiring in the house and you never knew but secretly she thought dad figured it would save money.

With a low chuckle she whispered, “You were right on all counts, Dad and a few you didn’t even think of. Like energy conservation that might one day save the planet. Who would have thought you were a progressive.” Shaking her head, she thought about her folks. It was times like this that she missed not having them close. However, the move to the coast had been the ideal choice that probably had saved her father’s life. He was now relatively robust after receiving a pacemaker two years ago. This year had been devastating not just for the children but the whole Reed family. Her mother had visibly aged in front of her at least ten years at the funeral and though they talked about Greg and Mary during their weekly phone calls, it was a brief conversation—neither wanting to open up the still raw wounds of their deaths.

“Roll on Easter,” Danielle whispered to the angel that had topped the Reed Christmas tree for over fifty years. Her mom had bought it the first year she and dad were married. It made her smile wistfully recalling happy Christmas times when she was a child.

With a heavy sigh, she touched a papier-mâché bauble Greg had made out of flour and water and some poster paints one cold evening prior to Christmas—they both had. His had survived the years, her effort hadn’t. He’d always been good with his hands anything he tried to make he succeeded. He should have been a carpenter since he loved carving things out of wood.

“I’m going to make it right by the kids, Greg, I promise you. The wicked witch of Templeton Square will not get her hands on your babies.” Danielle half smiled at the description she’d given of Mary’s mother. It was true, Mary had called her that the first Christmas she and Greg had been married and it stuck. From her point of view, it was as accurate as any description could be for the children’s grandmother.

“Yes, tomorrow is going to be tough.”

She glanced at the brightly colored wrapped presents under the tree and was satisfied that at least the children would have what they wanted object wise even if they couldn’t have what they wanted heart wise. If granted one wish, it would be that Greg and Mary were still alive and the kids hadn’t had to go through all the pain of their loss. Wishful thinking never was one of Danielle’s strong points—you had to go forward no matter the pain of what life brought you. Tracing a finger down her left cheek, she knew that all too well.

Closing the door of the lounge, she quietly made her way upstairs to her room.

 

Chapter Eight

“You can’t have Christmas without presents, Belle!” Liam exclaimed as he fingered the remote control of the foot high robotic dinosaur that he’d had on his Santa list. The expression on his face when he opened the present said never expected to receive it.

Belle grinned. “I have opened presents with you guys, lots of them,” she said waving a hand at the multitude of toys, books, and candy that surrounded each child.

Sally rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You need presents of your own, Belle, like this.” Sally picked up the MP3 player she had wanted. It was in a pink case with pink earphones.

Jack joined in waving around a stocking filled with candy. His face smeared with the remnants of the one chocolate bar Danny had allowed each child to consume. 

“Ok, give me a minute will you.” She walked out of the room and almost cannoned into Danny who was bringing in a tray of drinks. It was only seven and although Belle had been up since five, she hadn’t had the time to have a hot drink. 

Danny moved back a pace or they would have collided and knocked the drinks over.

“Sorry, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Danny nodded and entered the room. “What’s going on guys?”

“Belle didn’t open any presents. She’s gone to get hers.”

“Ah, well that’s good because I haven’t opened my presents yet either. We can do it together.”

“Yeah,” was the positive chorus from the children settling down now to play with their presents.

A few minutes later, Belle arrived with a solitary gift and with a shrug sat back down in the chair, she’d vacated earlier. Then she began to untie the wrapping.

“Is that all you have, Belle?” Liam asked in surprise.

All eyes including Danny’s turned to Belle.

“Yeah, it’s from my grandparents.”

Suddenly, Sally gave Belle a thoughtful glance then she walked over and quietly asked, “Are you an orphan now like us, Belle?”

For a second the question didn’t quite register then Belle shook her head. “No, Sally, my parents are in Europe they only come back once a year. They must have given Santa the wrong address this year. “

Jack piped up, “Santa knows where everyone lives even if they move. Isn’t that right, Danny?”

Danny, caught in the innocent expression of trust in her nephew’s eye, replied, “Yes he does. In fact, he must have thought that Belle loved the kitchen so much he left her gift there.”

Jack grinned. “I’ll go fetch it.” Before anyone could say anything, he was gone. Arriving back breathlessly minutes later with a package that appeared quite heavy for a child of his size, he said, “Here you go, Belle. It’s from Santa. See it says so.” The boy pointed to the tag that clearly said to Belle from Santa.

Perplexed, Belle accepted the gift and frowned slightly.

Danny then spoke, “Okay guys, let’s open the adult presents now. Do you want to go first, Belle?”

Belle blinked rapidly—she didn’t know what to say. “I guess.” Her fingers dropped the present from Santa and she opened her grandparent’s present first. Perfume, a brand she loved but rarely could afford, appeared. Her grandmother knew her well.

“Can we smell it, Belle?” Jack asked moving closer to her knees in expectation.

“Sure you can.” She allowed each child to smell the fragrance.

“Danny too, “Jack insisted.

Embarrassed, Danny moved forward and smelled the perfume. “Very nice, it suits you.”

Belle, blushing slightly, murmured, “Thanks. Okay let’s see what Santa brought me.”

The children’s eyes glued to Belle’s fingers as they were opening the present. When they saw what it was, they all laughed.

“He brought us books too, Belle.” Liam grinned.

The book in question was a Jamie Oliver recipe hardback. As she flicked the pages, she was stunned. Not only was it the perfect gift, she knew it must have been expensive too.

“Do you like it?” Danny asked quietly.

Almost lost for words, Belle nodded. “It’s perfect, but you shouldn’t have.”

Danny shook her head and pointed to the tag. “I didn’t.”

“Danny it’s your turn…you have more presents than Belle.”

“I have too I wonder why.” Danny remarked good-naturedly and began to open her presents. Enthusing in particular over the presents the children had bought her with their pocket money.

When the present opening was complete, Belle announced she needed to make breakfast and begin the real preparation of the dinner. Leaving the family together, she entered the kitchen and felt the sting of tears prick at her eyelids.

“Why did she do that? How did she know it would be the perfect gift for me?” Wiping away the moisture that was building, she shrugged off the emotion and directed her mind to the day ahead. When it was all over, she could contemplate why Danielle Reed had gone to the trouble of buying her present.

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Annabelle watched a Land Cruiser negotiate the drive and glide like a swan to park in front of the heavy polished black door with a large Christmas wreath adoring the center. As far as she knew in the days, since she’d arrived at Reed farm, no one ever used that particular door. Today, it looked like the formal entrance to the house would have a treat and be the star of the show. Fully expecting the door to stick she was surprised when it opened easily and Danny and the three children stood in the threshold.

Half expecting the children to rush forward, hug, and kiss their grandparents she was surprised and saddened when they remained at the door. Danny moved to welcome them into the house. Having the knowledge that Danny didn’t like the older woman in particular, she applauded the younger woman’s cordial smile and the hand shake she gave them. What was disturbing, the glower she gave a younger woman who, at that moment, stepped out of the rear passenger side door. She looked like a model—perfectly fitted clothes and a long lean body. The only fleshy part of her appeared to be her breasts. Then, a younger man stepped around the car and Danny embraced him warmly. He must be the uncle. Maybe there is a hidden romance there. She grinned inwardly. I just might find out as the day moves on. 

Turning her attention away from the family gathering, she gave the food already prepared a once over with satisfaction and then began to baste the turkey. As she bent over the AGA, Liam walked into the room.

“Belle, Aunt Danielle asked if you had the punch ready.”

Aunt Danielle, huh…grandparents influence no doubt. Danielle’s the formal title had Belle smiling slightly as she straightened and then walked over to the table. “I’ll bring it in right this minute.”

“Can I help?” Liam asked looking with interested eyes over the delicious food on the table.

“Sure you can. Here, take this ladle and I’ll bring the bowl.” Belle handed the boy the ladle and then they walked into the lounge.

Danny was conversing with the young man as Annabelle walked over to the coffee table and placed the punch bowl there. Liam gave her the ladle.

Danny was at her shoulder in an instant. “Thanks, Belle, I’ll do that.”

With a smile she handed the ladle over and was about to leave the room when Danny placed a hand on her arm. “Stay and have a glass of punch, Belle. Believe me you deserve it.”

Annabelle felt there was an underlining whisper to the words that they all did or would by the end of the session. “Okay, thanks.”

“You’re not imbibing alcohol in front of the children I hope, Danielle.”  

Danielle’s brow furrowed and she drew in a deep breath then turned with a false smile to face her accuser. “Would I do a thing like that, Jackie?”

Jackie Lancaster gave Danielle a hard stare from pale blue eyes. As she did, her head tilted slightly accentuating her long thin nose. It was perfectly balanced with the thin bone structure in a well made up face. “You’ve been known to indulge in the past and take several people unawares with the potency of concoctions you’ve made.”

“Well, for the record, I didn’t make the punch.” Swinging her gaze to Belle, she winked. “Have you met Belle, Jackie? She’s our housekeeper and is responsible for our upcoming feast today.”

Belle chewed down on her bottom lip as Jackie turned her attention to her. The look she gave was less than friendly. “You should have taken my advice and used caterers. Do you live in?”

For a second, Belle didn’t answer the forthright question then with a slight shrug, she equally replied, “Yes.”  A glint in Jackie’s eye had Belle wondering what was coming next.

“I see.” Jackie’s pincer like stare took in Belle’s body and its generous proportions. “This meal it isn’t filled with too many calories I hope.”

“For god’s sake, Jackie, it’s Christmas!” Danielle replied in frustration. “Thanks for the punch, Belle, and here have a glass,” she said handing Belle a glass. “It’s delicious by the way.”

Belle took the glass and wanted to retreat to the kitchen where it was warm and friendly. Jackie Lancaster would be a good ally in the fight against global warming she figured. “Thank you, Danny.”

“Oh my goodness, you allow the help to call you by your name and a shortened version too…what is this world coming too. When dinner is over, you and I need to talk in private, Danielle.”

Danielle offered a glass of punch to Jackie who took it with caution, smelling the spicy contents first then taking a sip. “I’m not poisoning you.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t put it past you. Peter, come here and take a glass of punch.” Jackie called over to her husband who was looking at the boy’s presents.

Belle watched as the wiry man shook his head and came dutifully to Jackie’s side. Peter Lancaster smiled expectantly at Danny. “I’d rather have something else. What about that scotch you have for special occasions, Danny.”

Danny quickly replied, “Sure thing, Peter. Colin, Julia what can I get you. I recommend Belle’s punch.”

Colin Lancaster strode up at that moment with his hands in his pockets, He was immaculately dressed in an Armani wool suit with a pale pink shirt and a silver silk tie. Glancing at each one of them as he neared closer, he said, “I’ll have the lovely Belle’s punch.”

“Okay. Julia?”

Julia was sitting with Sally they looked deep in conspiratorial conversation over several of the child’s presents. “I’ll try the punch thanks.”

Danny nodded poured the glasses and passed them to the relevant parties before leaving to locate the scotch.

“Belle, how did you find yourself holed up here in the back of beyond?” Colin asked with a smile. His features were warm and friendly in total contrast with his mother.

Belle returned the smile and replied, “Danny advertised and I was between jobs. My last employer died suddenly and …” The thought of the professor had tears beginning to form as she recalled the previous Christmas times with the old man and their friends. Last night, before she went to sleep, she had shed tears for what used to be. This was a new stage of her life and she had to move forward, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“Hey, did I say the wrong thing?” Colin asked concern in his voice as he moved closer.

Belle shook her head thankful that Jackie and Peter had moved to look at the grandchildren’s presents. “No, it isn’t you. I was remembering some previous Christmases that was all.”

“Ah, you were close to your employer?”

“Very, I worked for him for eight years. He was a sweet old man,” Belle responded before taking a drink of the punch.

Colin nodded, “Danny is something else isn’t she, to take on three kids when she could so easily have farmed them to my mother. Instead,, she has to put up with the vitriolic exchanges my mother aims in her direction, has no money, and probably even less of a social life.”

“Why thank you, Colin, for explaining that my personal life is in the toilet. I’ll have you know I’m going out New Years Eve.”

Belle and Colin turned at the same time to look at Danny who had silently returned to the room and was close enough to hear them.

Colin grinned. “Are you now…anyone I know?”

Danny tilted her head. “Yes, however it isn’t something I wish to discuss.”

Colin gave a belly laugh and replied, “Good for you. Julia will be pissed though. I think she was hoping…” He trailed off as their glances took in the woman in question.

“Yes, well enough of that. How’s business?” Danny remarked shortly.

Belle watched the exchange and wondered firstly about the mystery date her employer was going on and secondly what Julia would have to do with it. “Look. I need to get back to the kitchen. Dinner will be served in about twenty minutes if that’s okay?”

Danny looked at Belle and then for a split second shifted back to Julia before replying, “Perfect, Belle. If you need any help please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I’m good. It was nice to meet you, Colin.”

“Likewise, Belle,” Colin replied softly as she turned to leave.

Once back in the kitchen, Belle heaved a sigh of relief. “Wow, am I glad my grandmother was lovely. I now understand why Danny doesn’t want the kids to go live with her.”

Belle returned to the AGA to take out the turkey and with a sniff of the air at the delicious aroma in the room, she felt her stomach grumble indicating eating was now a top priority.

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Two hours later, the formal dinner was over and the family was ensconced in the lounge relaxing. The boys had high-jacked their uncle into a game of computer battleships. Peter Lancaster was half asleep in the chair a large brandy on the table beside him.

Jackie was having a one on one with her granddaughter Sally and Danny had disappeared as Belle brought in milkshakes for the children and coffee with mince pies for the adults. Belle placed the items in the room and left quickly having announced the refreshments had arrived.

Returning to the kitchen, she couldn’t help but over hear a loud whispered conversation. It was coming from the upper floor.

“This is totally the wrong time to have this conversation and you know it.” Danny’s voice sounded angry as Belle listened unable to stop herself.

“We could have worked it out, you didn’t give it time.” Julia Lancaster spoke them her tone that almost sounded desperate.

 “Time? Time I gave you enough time to hang yourself you did a great job by the way. Why on God’s earth would I ever want to go through that again.”

“I’ve changed, Danielle.”

“Really? A leopard never changes its spots, Julia, and believe me you are one fine feline specimen.”

“Give me another chance, Danielle I’m begging you.”

There was silence and Belle was about to walk away in fear that someone might catch her eavesdropping. However, the conversation was rather interesting and the big question was…give Julia another chance for what?

The next words had Belle rooted to the spot.

“If I gave you another chance you’d have to share my life with the children.”

There was a tinkle of laughter apparently at that suggestion. “Don’t be silly, mother will be only too glad to take the little brats off your hands. Then we can explore all possibilities without any baggage,” Julia replied.

Belle cringed at the suggestions and wondered what Danny looked like at that point. Then she could guess as she heard the low angry reply.

“Exactly as I thought. You haven’t changed, Julia! You’re still as selfish as the day you were born. I’d rather be alone the rest of my life than spend any precious second of it with you. As for the kids, they are my life now and no one or thing will ever come between me and their happiness.”

Belle smiled as she walked away. She’d heard enough and there was movement at the top of the staircase. Quickly she returned to the kitchen and the stacking of the dishes and pans for cleaning. A chore she generally left to the dishwasher. Today, she was going to do them by hand at least then she could leave the family in peace or not as the case maybe.

Unexpectedly, the door to the kitchen opened and Danny walked in her face set in a glower.

“Was my cooking so bad you got indigestion?” Belle smiled gently as she looked towards Danny as her hands dexterously rubbing at a pan in the sink.

Flopping down on one of the kitchen chairs, Danny quickly replied, “Nothing to do with the cooking. The meal was excellent. Thank you.”

Taking a cloth, Belle wiped her hands and walked over to the table. “I took coffee into the lounge a few minutes ago it will still be hot.”

Danny snorted then replied, “I’m not looking forward to heading into the hornet’s nest again. But, I must I guess. Jackie will want her pound of flesh before she leaves.” Heaving herself out of the chair, her slim frame appeared burdened with a heavy load that stooped her shoulders slightly.

Unconsciously, Belle reached out and placed a gentle hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Perhaps it won’t be so bad.”

Danny’s gaze went from Belle’s encouraging look to the hand that was resting on her shoulders and she nodded. “Perhaps, at least I’ve probably received a stay of execution with your fine homemaking skills around here. No one can say I neglect the children and they do receive decent food nowadays.”

Belle grinned. “Why thank you, ma’am. I know it’s not my place, but can Mrs. Lancaster really take the children from you?”

Danny wet her lips with the tip of tongue before she wryly replied, “Truthfully, Belle, I’m not sure. I have legal guardianship of them at the moment but it’s fair to say that if my circumstances went into free fall then they would be better off with the Lancaster’s.”

“Then, it’s all about money and not who loves them. Is that right?” 

Danny sighed then quietly said, “Put like that, yes it could be. Kind of crappy don’t you think.”

Belle muttered something under breath and shook her head as she emotionally replied, “That’s a travesty. These children love you and I know you love them.”

Danny intense gaze caught Belle’s breath then she smiled and answered, “Thank you, Belle, for reminding me. Now, I think I can see what the hydra has to say.”

Belle chuckled at the term. “Don’t say that to her or you will be in trouble.”

With a smile, that deeply grooved the side of Danny’s mouth, she headed toward the door. “Nope, I’ll keep that between you and I.”

Belle watched Danny leave the room and she sighed before returning to her washing of the dishes with lots of interesting thoughts floating around in her head. I wonder if Jackie knows her daughter has set her sights on Danny. I wonder if she even knows that her daughter is a lesbian. Wow, talk about a firecracker situation. Danny is nice and she doesn’t deserve to be alone the rest of her life.

Whatever went on in Danny’s office with Jackie wasn’t that successful as Belle watched from her window view in the kitchen the Lancaster’s leave an hour later. Jackie’s expression was a cross between a sour grapes and a bulldog while Danny’s was tight-lipped and barely polite.

Then, the phone rang and she answered it quickly. “Reed residence.”

“Hi, I’d like to speak with Danny.”

“May I ask who is calling?” Belle frowned unsure if she should have the woman call back or interrupt the leave taking.

“Wendy.”

“She’s currently busy, can I have her call you back?” 

“Sure thing.”

Belle was about to ask for the number when the woman disconnected. “I guess she knows the number.”

A few minutes later, Belle heard the car drive away from the house and she heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the children laughing and shouting as they walked down the hallway. Unsure what to do, she decided to find Danny and pass on the message from the Wendy person.

As she entered the hall, she saw a preoccupied Danny standing and looking at the closed door. Hesitantly, Belle moved forward and quietly spoke her name. “Danny.”

Danny turned with a slight frown on her face. “Hi, Belle, is there a problem?”

Shaking her head, Belle smiled in return. “No, someone named Wendy phoned and asked that you could call her back.”

“Ah, right. I was waiting for that call,” Danny said absently. “A bit later than expected.” It was almost as if Danny were talking to herself as she stepped away from the door. “The children want to have Liam’s PS3 set up for the pop band software. They want to give us a concert later.” She looked at Belle. “Are you game?”

Belle’s eyes flew open in surprise. “A concert, why sure.” Then she laughed before she continued. “Exactly where is this machine going to be stationed?”

Danny grinned and pointed to the old parlor that no one ever used. “I figured it would be acoustically beneficial for both of us if they used that room.”

Belle laughed again and nodded. “Got it…no chance of you hearing from your office and the walls are thick between the kitchen and this room.”

Danny winked as her previous glowering expression was completely gone. “My thoughts precisely. I need to make that call to Wendy and then I’ll be back.”

Belle grinned. “Go for it. I’ll help the kids until you come back and I’ll have Christmas cake and a brandy waiting for you.”

Danny chuckled. “I’m glad you came to help me out, Belle. You’ve been my savoir. Will you join me? I hate to drink alone and it is Christmas?”

Belle nodded. “Yeah, I will.” Then she watched Danny as she ran up the stairs towards what Belle supposed would be her room or her office. 

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The evening had turned out to be enjoyable. The children had made it even more so with a hilarious concert or at least their version. At the end, there was applauds and Danny had indicated that she might have the next teen sensation on her hands.

Belle, with growing affection, watched the children as the long day took its toll as they gradually become tired and headed for bed exhausted.

When Danny had done her final check and goodnights with the kids she flopped down in her favorite chair and took a sip of the hot chocolate Belle had made while she was gone. “I’m completely stuffed, tired and I might say happy. Even Jackie wasn’t able to rain on my parade for long today and that’s all thanks to you, Belle.”

Belle blinked at the unexpected praise and replied, “I’m glad I was of help.”

“Yeah, you were more than you’ll probably know. Which is why I wanted to ask you about when you leave here?”

Belle felt her heart miss a beat at the comment. She hadn’t wanted to think about leaving the farm. In a short time she had been there, it felt like home to her and she cared for the children—she would miss them terribly. “What do you want to know?” Belle replied her mouth going dry.

“We discussed that the term was temporary and that after the New Year I’d no longer need you.” Danny looked down at her hands around the mug of chocolate.

In a voice Belle, thought wasn’t hers, she heard the reply reverberate around the room. “Yes, do you want me to leave earlier?”

Danny’s head moved upwards sharply as she shook it vigorously. “My God, no! I was going to ask if instead of a temporary position you might consider taking it permanently. The job, the children, and me I guess.”

Belle’s heart did a triple somersault as she stammered out, “I thought you couldn’t afford to have a full time housekeeper?”

Danny laughed. “Ah, I couldn’t at least not until I talked to Wendy.”

Belle wasn’t sure how this Wendy person could possibly have provided Danny with the means to make the job permanent. “I don’t understand.”

“You wouldn’t…I said that all wrong. Wendy is my business partner and she’s a good friend too. That meeting I had which stopped me from being at the school concert, came to fruition last night, the new work it will generate has given me a boost in pay and a bonus.”

“Don’t you want to think about what might be more useful than spending your new pay on a housekeeper?” Belle was jumping for joy inside but she wanted to be sure that Danny wasn’t making a bad decision based on the season’s events.

Danny stood up, and walked over to the drinks cabinet in the room and unlocked one of the compartments. “I know you might want to consider a better position and I still can’t pay much but until you find something better do you think you might consider staying with us?”

Belle was silent for a few moments and the she too stood up and quietly said, “I’d love to stay, Danny.”

Danny turned around from her contemplation of the drinks in the locked area. “Wonderful, I think that’s a cause for celebration don’t you? What can I get you?” She pointed to the array of drinks.

“Thanks, a small scotch please.”

Danny grinned and said, “My thoughts exactly,” before she poured the drinks and handed out to Belle.

“Merry Christmas, Belle.”

“Merry Christmas, Danny.”

They raised their glasses and toasted each other with a chink of crystal.

 

Happy Holidays