The boys looked back at me. I could read the hesitation in their faces as Nana waited patiently with hands outstretched.
“We’ll follow you in,” I said with a tentative smile, instead of encouraging them to take the hand of a stranger. I hoped she didn’t think me rude, but I couldn’t ask them to do what she wanted, which was to openly trust. Their exposure to the outside world had been limited to television. Their exposure to people had been limited to me, Richard, David, and Blake. They didn’t have a good base for building trust.
Nana led the way to the house. Emmitt and Jim trailed behind us as we stepped inside. The oversized back door opened to a grand entrance, and our footsteps echoed on the newly refinished wood floor. The entryway was completely barren except for a sweeping staircase that led up to the second and third floors. At the base of the stairs were two doors, one on each side of the steps. Further along the walls, I could see more signs of the remodeling Emmitt had mentioned. Someone had patched two large, door-shaped places with plaster.
Nana moved toward the open door on the right and walked into a cozy living room decorated in rose and cream colors. Knick-knacks adorned the bookcase, and pictures of nature scenes hung on the walls.
She waved for us to follow her into the kitchen. Lemon yellow accent towels matched the color of the walls perfectly. The aroma of warm chocolate chip cookies enveloped us as soon as we entered. The boys eagerly looked around.
Nana laughed at their expressions and handed Aden forks.
“If you help set the table, I’ll give you the big cookie I made for Jim,” Nana said to Aden. Then, she handed Liam the plates with a promise that he’d receive the other big cookie she’d made for Jim.
Liam and Aden looked to me for approval before doing as she asked. I gave a slight nod.
Jim pretended to pout as he and Emmitt sat at the worn, light oak table. The two men playfully “helped” set the table by moving things around when the boys weren’t looking. Neither boy knew quite how to react. Liam tentatively reached out to straighten the fork he’d already placed.
“Can I help with anything?” I said, turning back toward Nana.
She shook her head. “You just sit.”
After all the driving, I wouldn’t have minded standing but didn’t argue.
Emmitt paused his antics and nudged out the chair beside him. His warm, inviting smile tugged at my stomach, and I felt a flush creep into my cheeks. I tried ignoring it, hoping he would too. He didn’t look away until I sat beside him.
It felt weird to sit while someone else did all the work. Nana removed a pan of baked chicken from the oven along with a side of rice and buttered corn.
“If you’re lucky, they’ll leave some for you,” she said with a laugh when I gave the enormous amount of food a questioning look.
Jim mumbled something that sounded like “maybe” as he winked at Aden.
“Liam, Aden, you had better pass your plates down. I’ll fill them before Jim fills his,” Emmitt said.
It turned out most of the food did go to Emmitt and Jim. Aden, who sat between Jim and me, kept a suspicious eye on Jim after his first piece of chicken went missing. To Jim’s credit, he kept a straight face while he finished his meal. When both Emmitt and Jim leaned back in their chairs, not a crumb remained.
I couldn’t remember a meal that had been so pleasant. Breakfast and lunch under David’s scrutiny had been tolerable at best. The dinners...I shook off the thought, not wanting to ruin the pleasant feeling this meal brought.
After we helped clean up, Jim offered to give us a tour of Emmitt’s apartment. I’d thought it odd that Jim would provide the tour until Emmitt confessed he hadn’t seen the apartment yet. The boys ran up the two flights of stairs with ease then solemnly turned to watch us. At home, David would have yelled at them for running and closed them in their room for the night. Neither Jim nor Emmitt said anything about running as we followed them up.
Jim opened the apartment door with a flourish. I stepped back to let Emmitt through first, but he shook his head.
“You and your brothers can stay here,” he explained. “I’ll stay downstairs with Jim. So go ahead and have a look around.”
The boys stayed beside me, waiting for permission. I stood there, stunned. Our own place? I’d said we would take things one day at a time, not intending to impose on them for too long. But the more I saw, the longer I wanted to stay. We’d just found a secluded place to hide with an awesome yard, two good-looking neighbors—I wasn’t blind—and the Grandmotherly figure I’d always wanted. And now he threw in our own apartment. I couldn’t say no. I gave a slight nod, trying to mask my hopeful excitement, and stepped through the door.