Blessing in Disguise by Lauraine Snelling

Author:Lauraine Snelling
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2010-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

Some time later, when the train’s boiler had been refilled and those who worked the line, along with the passengers, had their bellies full and the train had gone on down the track, Hjelmer moseyed on over to the boardinghouse, looking forward to talking with his mother about as much as he liked to sweat an iron rim on a wheel. If only he had some good news for her. If only he had Augusta in tow.

“You didn’t find her, huh?” Bridget beat him to the words, elbow deep in bread dough.

“No, sorry.” He went on to tell all he had done, hoping that would make her feel better.

It didn’t.

“Henry might be able to accomplish more, him being a conductor and all. Maybe he can jiggle someone’s memory.” He reached forward and snagged a fingertip of dough, popping it into his mouth before she could scold him.

“Hjelmer Bjorklund, aren’t you never going to grow up?”

“If never having dough again is the price, no thank you.” Hjelmer leaned his haunches against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “You thinking of frying some of that? Would taste mighty fine with syrup.”

“I might.” Bridget pushed the heel of her hand into the dough, turned half of it in with her other hand, and spun the fragrant mound at the same time.

Hjelmer watched her. The thump and push, roll and thump again of kneading dough had always intrigued him. Creating something so delicious out of such plain and simple ingredients. Of course that was his mor. Creating beauty in all she did, whether she realized it or not. He glanced around the kitchen. Several rosemaled plates lined a track around the ceiling, and he figured soon she’d have other things up there. Kerosene lamps, their chimneys glistening clean, lined a shelf above the dry sink, ready to be called into service for supper. The huge iron stove gleamed as though freshly blackened.

Did she never rest? He thought back to the times he’d heard her stifle a groan when she got up from her rocking chair or saw her knead the muscles in her lower back. She wouldn’t do that if they didn’t hurt.

He had tried to tell her that a boardinghouse would be too much, but she and the church ladies nearly tore him limb from limb.

Now, if only he could find her daughter for her. Where is she, God in heaven? Where?

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