Finding Emma by Holmes Steena

Author:Holmes, Steena [Holmes, Steena]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction & Literature
Published: 2012-03-14T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“And we picked pretty flowers and made chains from them. Just like Daisy and I do. It was so much fun!” Emmie chattered away at the kitchen table while she played with the peas on her plate.

Jack chuckled. His granddaughter's enthusiasm was contagious. For him at least. Dottie on the other hand just glowered at the opposite end of the table. Jack ignored her. She was in a mood. Had been since they left their neighbors house so rudely. It was so unlike Dottie that Jack questioned her once they arrived at the house, but Dottie would only slam her pots around on the cupboards until he escaped outside.

“And she looks like my sister too. Isn't that funny, Papa?” Emmie continued to push her peas around her plate. “I think it's funny.”

“Is that right?” Jack continued to stare at Dottie, and merely placated Emmie, until he noticed the look in Dottie's eyes. They were wide. With fear.

“Yep. And Papa, you know what?”

“No, Emmie. What?” He glanced at Emmie. Her eyes were wide too. With joy.

A fork rattled against a plate. Dottie placed her fork down, picked up her napkin, dabbed her mouth with the linen and placed it down on the plate. A plate full of uneaten food. What is going on? Did Dottie forget to take her medication today?

“She's just as nice as my sister too! Isn't that great. I wish my sister could meet her. Then we'd all be friends!” Emmie flung her arms up in exuberance.

“Sister? What sister?” Jack shook his head. He must have missed something.

“My friend's sister. She's so nice!” Emmie forked a helping of shepherd’s pie into her mouth.

“Well, that's nice now, isn't it?”

Jack had no idea what she was talking about, but figured that she'd chatter away enough for him to figure it out. At least the girl had friends now. If anything out of that awkward visit came about, it was at least that.

“Well, wife, you made another fine meal,” Jack patted his stomach and winked. Dottie glared back at him. She grabbed her plate, pushed her chair back and stood. Now what?

He followed Dottie to the sink. He laid his plate on the counter and placed his hand over hers as she reached to turn on the sink taps. She shrugged his hand off.

“Don't you think that would be cool, Papa?”

Jack stared at Dottie and struggled to read her eyes, but they remained shuttered, closed to him. He sighed, his shoulders deflated as he accepted defeat and turned back to Emmie.

“What's that, Princess?”

“If they could meet?”

Emmie's voice sang with happiness. Jack closed his eyes. In all his years, he'd never mastered the language of women. Never would either.

“If who could meet?” Jack started to worry. Dottie’s lips were pursed so tight he could see the individual white lines and her chin wavered.

Emmie turned in her chair and sat on her knees. Her hands gripped the top of the wood. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed.

“Papa, you weren't listening! My sister and --”

Dottie whirled around, her body quivered as she pointed a finger at Emmie.

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