Holiday Rescue: One Hot Forty-Five\Miracle at Colts Run Cross by B.J. Daniels

Author:B.J. Daniels
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

“Too bad about your dad.”

“Yeah, man. Tough.”

Derrick joined the boys entering the school after recess. “I talked to him last night. He’ll be back and better than ever.”

“That’s not what they said on TV this morning.”

David pushed into the line beside them. “Yeah, but they don’t know. My mother said they’re just making news.”

“Well, my daddy said neck injuries are the worst kind. Anyway, I’m sorry he got hurt,”

“Me, too,” Butch Kelly added. “I’d be scared to death if it was my dad.”

“It’s not like he’s crippled or anything,” David said. “He just took a hit.”

Janie Thomas squeezed in beside Derrick. “They put your picture on TV, too. My big sister thinks you’re cute.”

“Yeah, David, you’re cute,” Derrick mocked, making his voice sound like a girl.

“You look just like me, you clown. If I’m cute, you are, too.”

David followed Derrick to their lockers. They were side by side because they were assigned in alphabetical order. He shrugged out of his jacket and took off the Dallas Cowboys cap his dad had gotten signed by all his teammates. Derrick had one, too. His was white. David’s was blue. He wore it everywhere he went.

“Are you worried about Daddy?” Derrick asked.

“I am now,” David admitted. “Do you think he might really be hurt too bad to ever play again?”

“I don’t know. I think we should ask Uncle Langston to fly us to Dallas to check on him.”

“Momma said we couldn’t go.”

“She said we couldn’t miss school, but he could fly us up there at noon, and we could be home by bedtime, like he did when he took us to watch Daddy play the Giants back in October.”

David shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe, but I bet Momma’s still going to say no.”

“We ought to call Uncle Langston. He might talk her into it.”

“We’d miss practicing for the pageant.”

“So what?” Derrick scoffed. “How much practice does it take to be a shepherd?”

“I’m the little drummer boy.”

“Big deal. You just follow the music. I say we call him. The worse thing he can do is say no.”

“The office won’t let us use the phone unless it’s an emergency.”

“Our daddy might be hurt bad,” Derrick said. “That’s an emergency.”

“You’re right. Let’s go call Uncle Langston now. Maybe he’ll check us out early, and we won’t have to do math.”

“I like that plan. I hate multiplication. It’s stupid to do all that work when you can just punch it in the calculator and get the answer right away.”

The boys went straight to the office. The good news was that Mrs. Gravits, who worked behind the desk, let them use the phone to call their uncle. The bad news was that Langston wasn’t in.

They left a message with his secretary saying they really needed to fly to Dallas today.

* * *

BECKY DROVE UP to the church ten minutes before the scheduled time for practice to end. Several mothers were already waiting, parked in the back lot nearest the educational building. Her friend Mary Jo McFee waved from her car.

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