Love Comes Calling by Siri Mitchell

Author:Siri Mitchell
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: FIC042030, FIC042040, FIC027050, Actresses—Fiction, Families—History—20th century—Fiction, Brothers and sisters—History—20th century—Fiction, Boston (Mass.)—History—20th century—Fiction, Domestic fiction
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2014-02-03T16:00:00+00:00

At least we didn’t have to eat oysters. Father obeyed that “never in a month without an R” rule to the letter, so we had clams. And sarsaparilla to wash them all down. I’d persuaded Father to sit at a booth way back in the corner and insisted Griff sit beside the wall in the deepest part of the shadows. But then the waiter recognized Griff and told the manager, and then the manager must have told the cook, because pretty soon everyone in the restaurant had come over to talk to him about football. I might as well have just put a target on his chest.

I tried sitting right next to him and leaning forward so anyone trying to get to him would have to go through me first, but he just put his arm up along the back of the booth and pulled me in close to his chest, talking over my head to all of his fans.

Honestly—I don’t know why I was trying so hard to save him!

I stuffed more clams into my mouth than I should have, trying to hurry things along and get dinner over with, and then I had to figure how to chew and swallow all of them without gagging.

But he took his time.

Once he’d finished, I was all for going straight back to the house, but they wanted to walk to Faneuil Hall.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a nice night. And there’s no reason to hurry.” My father was decidedly lacking in urgency.

Griff bumped my arm with his elbow. “Can I buy you an ice cream?”

“No!”

He blinked.

“After all that food? I couldn’t eat another bite. And neither should you.” There. Could we go now?

“I think I could manage.”

“But—but—it isn’t safe. Just—look at all these rough characters!” I gestured about, but the passersby didn’t look very dangerous. Just then, however, a tall man walked into view. “See!” But . . . it was a policeman. One who looked a lot like Jack. I tried to hide behind Griff, but the cop kept coming closer.

“Janie?”

It was him! There was no use hiding now. Caught between trying to get Griff home in a hurry and trying to keep him from Jack, I decided Jack posed the greater danger. I stepped toward him, away from Griff. “Janie. Yes. She’s . . . well . . . she’s doing well. Very well.” I linked my arm through his and drew him away from my father and Griff. “As well as can be expected, her mother dying and all.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Stop talking.”

“But why—”

“Stop it!”

He frowned. Griff was watching us, so I smiled and patted Jack’s hand. “I’m sure she’ll be happy to know you inquired about her. I’ll tell her when she gets back.” I stood on tiptoe, intending it to look like I wanted to kiss his cheek.

He obliged by stooping.

“Just don’t ask me any questions right now. About anything!” I whispered the words into his ear and then kissed his cheek. “Bye.”

He caught me by the elbow. “What kind of game are you playing?” He was looking beyond me at Griff.

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