In Silence. Erica Spindler
broke it first. “So what are you doing now?”
“I help Peg out down at the Azalea Café. And I sit on the boards of a couple charities. Teach Sunday school. Make Mom’s life easier whenever I can.”
“Has she been ill?”
She hesitated, then smiled. “Not at all. It’s just … she’s getting older. I don’t like to see her working herself to a frazzle.”
Avery took another sip of her coffee. “You live at home?”
“Mmm.” She set down her cup. “It seemed silly not to. They have so much room.” She paused a moment. “Mama and I talked about opening our own catering business. Not party or special-events catering, but one of those caterers who specialize in nutritious meals for busy families. We were going to call it Gourmet-To-Go or Gourmet Express.”
“I’ve read a number of articles about those caterers. Apparently, it’s the new big thing. I think you two would be great at that.”
Cherry smiled, expression pleased. “You really think so?”
“With the way you both cook? Are you kidding? I’d be your first customer.”
Her smile faltered. “We couldn’t seem to pull it together.
Besides, I’m not like you, Avery. I don’t want some big, fancy career. I want to be a wife and mother. It’s all I ever wanted.”
Avery wished she could be as certain of what she wanted. Of what would make her happy. Once upon a time she had been. Once upon a time, it seemed, she had known everything.
Avery leaned toward the other woman. “So, who is he? There must be a guy in the picture. Someone special.”
The pleasure faded from Cherry’s face. “There was. He—Do you remember Karl Wright?”
Avery nodded. “I remember him well. He and Matt were good friends.”
“Best friends,” Cherry corrected. “After Matt and Hunter … fell out. Anyway, we had something special … at least I thought we did. It didn’t work out.”
Avery reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry.”
“He just up and … left. Went to California. We’d begun talking marriage and—”
She let out a sharp breath and stood. She crossed to the window and for a long moment simply stared out at the bright morning. Finally she glanced back at Avery. “I was pushing. Too hard, obviously. He called Matt and said goodbye. But not me.”
“I’m really sorry, Cherry.”
She continued as if Avery hadn’t spoken. “Matt urged him to call me. Talk it out. Compromise, but … “ Her voice trailed helplessly off.
“But he didn’t.”
“No. He’d talked about moving to California. I always resisted. I didn’t want to leave my family. Or Cypress Springs. Now I wish … “
Her voice trailed off again. Avery stood and crossed to her. She laid a hand on her shoulder. “Someone else will come along, Cherry. The right one.”
Cherry covered her hand. She met Avery’s eyes, hers filled with tears. “In this town? Do you know how few eligible bachelors there are here? How few guys my age? They all leave. I wish I wanted a career, like you. Because I could do that on my own. But what I want more than anything takes two. It’s just not fai—”
Her voice cracked. She swallowed hard; cleared her throat. “I sound the bitter old spinster I am.”
Avery smiled at that. “You’re twenty-four, Cherry. Hardly a spinster.”
“But that’s not the way I … It hurts, Avery.”
“I know.” Avery thought of what Cherry had said the night before, about loving someone to the point of tragedy. In light of this conversation, her comment concerned Avery. She told her so.
Cherry wiped her eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything crazy. Besides,” she added, visibly brightening, “maybe Karl will come back? You did.”
Avery didn’t have the heart to correct her. To tell her she wasn’t certain what her future held. “Have you spoken with him since he left?”
Fresh tears flooded Cherry’s eyes. Avery wished she could take the question back. “His dad’s gotten a few letters. He’s over in Baton Rouge, at a home there. I go see him once a week.”
“And Matt?”
“They spoke once. And fought. Matt chewed him out pretty good. For the way he treated me. He hasn’t heard from him since.”
Avery could bet he had chewed him out. Matt had always returned Cherry’s hero worship with a kind of fierce protectiveness.
“He’s missed you, you know.”
Avery met Cherry’s gaze, surprised. “Excuse me?”
“Matt. He never stopped hoping you’d come back to him.”
Avery shook her head, startled by the rush of emotion she felt at Cherry’s words. “A lot of time’s passed, Cherry. What we had was wonderful, but we were very young. I’m sure there have been other women since—”
“No. He’s never loved anyone but you. No one ever measured up.”
Avery didn’t know what to say. She told Cherry so.
The younger woman’s expression altered slightly. “It’s still there between you two. I saw it last night. So did Mom and Dad.”
When she didn’t reply, Cherry narrowed her eyes. “What are you so afraid of, Avery?”
She started to argue that she wasn’t, then bit the words back. “A lot of time’s passed. Who knows if Matt and I even have anything in common anymore.”
“You do.” Cherry caught her hand. “Some things never change. And some people are meant to be together.”
“If that’s so,” Avery said, forcing lightness into her tone, “we’ll know.”
Instead of releasing her hand, Cherry tightened her grip. “I can’t allow you to hurt him again. Do you understand?”
Uncomfortable, Avery tugged on her hand. “I have no plans of hurting your brother, believe me.”
“I’m sure you mean that, but if you’re not serious, just stay away, Avery. Just … stay … away.”
“Let go of my hand, Cherry. You’re hurting me.”
She released Avery’s hand, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I get a little intense when it comes to my brothers.”
Without waiting for Avery to respond, she made a show of glancing at her watch, exclaiming over the time and how she would be late for a meeting at the Women’s Guild. She quickly packed up the picnic basket, insisting on leaving the thermos of coffee and remaining biscuits for Avery.
“Just bring the thermos by the house,” she said, hurrying toward the door.
It wasn’t until Cherry had backed her Mustang down the driveway and disappeared from sight that Avery realized how unsettled she was by the way their conversation had turned from friendly to adversarial. How unnerved by the woman’s threatening tone and the way she had seemed to transform, becoming someone Avery hadn’t recognized.
Avery shut the door, working to shake off the uncomfortable sensations. Cherry had always looked up to Matt. Even as a squirt, she had been fiercely protective of him. Plus, still smarting from her own broken heart made her hypersensitive to the idea of her brother’s being broken.
No, Avery realized. Cherry had referred to her brothers, plural. She got a little intense when it came to her brothers.
Odd,