“Y’all sit anywhere you want and I’ll bring your food out soon as it’s ready.” She set five cups on the counter. “Help yourself to the soda fountain, and you girls don’t forget your ice cream.”
“Never.” Lisa grinned. “Miz Jamie, can me and Gracie sit in a booth all by ourselves?”
“As long as your dad and I can see you,” Jamie agreed. “What do you girls want to drink?”
“Orange,” Lisa said.
“Me, too,” Gracie chimed in.
Kate remembered the days when orange or grape were her choice of soda. That was when her father took her for a burger on Sunday evenings—not every week, but when he did, it was a big treat.
“Can we please take that table over there rather than a booth?” Amanda picked up her cup and headed for the soda fountain. “Booths don’t offer much wiggle room.”
“I remember those days very well,” Jamie said. “I felt like an elephant.”
“Was Conrad there with you?” Amanda filled her cup and headed for the nearest table. “This one okay with y’all?”
“Fine with me,” Kate answered, more than a little jealous that they’d both have a child, even if it was by Conrad.
Jamie set her cup to the side and carried drinks to the little girls. Then she went back and took care of her own drink and sat down at the table with Kate and Amanda. “To answer your question, out of the nine months, I saw him eight weeks. He just happened to be home on the night she was born and was there the next day when we took her home. But on the following day, he left for a week. Of course, he was sad, but he had to work and his import-export business was just getting off the ground in those days,” Jamie said sarcastically.
“So you were basically a single mom, too,” Amanda said.
“Oh, yeah! Kate, just how long was he in this business, anyway?” Jamie asked.
“I’d guess about eight years, so he might have even told the truth when he said the business was just getting off the ground. Before that, he sold cars, put in his own little used car lot for a while, and did a couple of other things. By then I didn’t care and refused to finance his schemes.” The only thing that she had cared about then and right up to that very moment was the fact that her child had not lived. And that evening, watching those two little girls whisper and giggle, made the ache in her heart even more painful.
The lady took the little girls’ food to them first. Then she went back to the kitchen and returned with a tray laden with their food. “Enjoy! Tonight the peanut parfait sundae is on sale for half price.”
“Thank you.” Kate smiled.
“And if y’all need anything, just holler.”
“So.” Amanda picked up her burger and folded the paper back. “What is happening tomorrow? Does this weather make a difference in either of your jobs?”
“Not mine,” Jamie said. “If you were serious about watching Gracie, I’m going to take you up on it one day a week just to give her a break.”
“And you?” Amanda glanced at Kate.
“I’m going to the Double Back Ranch to learn how to drive a tractor or walk a fence line if it’s not raining,” Kate answered. “I’ve never worked outside before, and I kind of like it.”
“So if you wind up with the cabin, maybe Waylon will hire you every summer,” Jamie said.
This would be a good time to tell them about the letters, the voice in her head said. Not when things are going so smooth. It’s going to cause another argument, and I want this evening to be nice—for Gracie. She doesn’t need to ride home in a tense car with three angry women.
“That’s still being checked on,” Kate said quickly. “How about you, Amanda? You got any desire to make a move to Bootleg?”
“Well, I called the bank here in town and talked to the president. He says there could possibly be an opening about Thanksgiving. One of his tellers is retiring. Baby is due the first of September, six weeks to recover after that, so it would work out fairly well.”
“What about your store?” Jamie asked.
“Wanda would buy out my half in a heartbeat. I can put in my application and still have lots of time to think about it,” Amanda said without hesitation.
“I can’t believe we’re talking about moving here. Do you realize that Conrad’s been gone only a couple of weeks?” Jamie squirted ketchup from a dispenser onto her fries. “Kate, you look as if you are seeing angels floating down from heaven. What on earth is out that window that’s mesmerizing you?”
“I’m not looking out the window. I was watching Gracie and Lisa. They are adorable. And about Conrad—maybe he’s only been dead two weeks by the clock, but if we’re all honest, he’s been dead a lot longer than that, right?” Kate said.
“Would you ever think of leaving your big, fancy job and moving to a place like Bootleg?” Amanda asked.
“I’d never leave my business behind, but if I had a daughter like you have, I might reconsider everything.”
“Never say never,” Jamie quipped.