Montana Mistletoe. Roxanne Rustand
into their bedroom. Apparently neither of them had listened to Jess’s remonstration last night.
“I’m just resting my eyes,” Betty murmured. “It’s all right.”
“Thanks for staying out here while I took a shower. I can take over now if you’d like to go lie down.”
Betty opened one eye and peered at her. “After the morning you had, you’re the one who ought to go take a nap.”
Abby smiled. “I doubt Jess is snoozing, so I don’t need to either. Did he ever come up to the house after we got back?”
“Just for a quick sandwich. He won’t be back in till dinner. Have you looked outside lately?”
Abby looked toward the wall of windows, bisected with a set of French doors, that faced the covered porch. Only a faint outline of the nearest pine tree was visible through the driving snow, and its branches were whipping in the wind. “Wow.”
“Looks like we’re getting everything the weatherman said and more. I set out some kerosene lanterns and candles in the kitchen in case our electricity goes. We’ve also got a couple cords of split firewood on the porch, so that always helps.”
“What would you like me to do?”
“Get the fireplace going. I can’t bend down to put the logs in, and it always feels so cozy in here with a fire crackling.”
“Gladly.” Abby rose and headed for the French doors. To the right, she could see a stack of firewood covered with a tarp. “What else?”
“Fill as many pitchers with water as you can find, in case the power goes out. While you were gone, I put a roast, potatoes, carrots and onions in the slow cooker, so at least that should be done for dinner.” Her eyes twinkled. “Unless, of course, we lose our power.”
“It already smells wonderful. But I really hope you didn’t try to do too much while we were gone.”
Betty waved a dismissive hand at her. “Only what I could. Maybe you and the girls can make biscuits and a dessert.”
“Gladly.” Abby retrieved an armload of firewood and knelt in front of the fireplace.
In a few minutes, cheery flames were dancing up through the fragrant wood, but she could hear the wind howling outside and just the sound made her shiver.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to take a nice nap before dinner?” Abby offered her a hand.
“I’ll catch a few winks right here.” She settled deeper in her chair. “It’s easier to stay right where I am.”
Down the hall, Abby paused at the doorway to the girls’ room. They’d pushed the door nearly shut, but left a sliver of it open. She knocked lightly. “Girls?”
They were talking and didn’t hear her.
“I don’t like her.”
“Me neither,” the other girl said glumly. “I heard Gramma talking on the phone. Abby used to be his girlfriend.”
“What if she’s like the lady with the black hair? Gramma said that one wants to marry Uncle Jess. Eeeuw. She always says we look like vegetables.”
There was a long, painful silence.
“But if mommy comes, she can marry Uncle Jess and we can stay here forever. I don’t want to leave.”
Abby knocked louder, and pushed the door open a little wider. “Would anyone like to help me make biscuits?”
They fell silent. Bella traced the swirls of the carpet with her forefinger. Sophie picked at a loose thread on the hem of her jeans.
“Chocolate-chip cookies? Or a cake? When I was your age, I loved to help because then I got to lick the beaters afterward.” Abby gave a blissful sigh. “And that was always sooo good.”
Neither responded.
“But maybe you two don’t like cake or cookies,” she added thoughtfully. “I could make...sauerkraut pudding. Or asparagus pie instead.”
They looked up at her in horror, though when Abby couldn’t quite contain a smile, Bella caught on and scowled up at her. “We don’t wanna help.”
“Your uncle Jess explained why I’m here, right?”
Bella looked away.
“’Cause Gramma’s sick,” Sophie whispered. “But we can take care of her. We’re good helpers.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re the very best,” Abby agreed, opening the door a little wider. “If she asks you to do something, I’m sure you do it right away.”
The girls exchanged guilty looks.
“But when you’re in school, there’s no one here to help her,” Abby said sadly. “And making dinner can be awfully hard, with those heavy pots and pans. Right? And then there’s laundry to do and beds to make. Grandma Betty is too weak to do all of that and Uncle Jess doesn’t want you girls working that hard.”
“But we could. We’re big girls,” Bella insisted.
“Yes, that’s true. But he hired me to be here for a couple months, which isn’t very long. While I’m here, do you think we could be friends?”
They didn’t answer.
“Well, you girls have fun in here. I’m going to go make my very favorite cookies. If you want some, they’ll be on the kitchen counter.” Abby looked out their bedroom window at the deepening snow. “If you really want a special treat, we could even make snow ice cream.”
Smiling at the puzzled looks on their faces, Abby headed for the kitchen.
They hadn’t been impressed with her explanations, probably hadn’t trusted that she would really leave, and with Betty as their grandmother, cookies were surely not a rare treat.
But she’d seen the curiosity and flicker of excitement over the possibility of snow ice cream, and perhaps that would be too enticing to miss.
* * *
At five o’clock Jess stamped the snow from his boots and came in the back door of the house. The scent of chocolate-chip cookies and the aroma of something wonderful emanating from the slow cooker made him even hungrier.
But the scene at the kitchen counter was far more captivating.
In a scene of domestic bliss, Abby stood at the counter in an apron, her blond hair in two neat braids trailing down her back, with the twins standing on chairs beside her. A heaping bowl of what looked like snow sat in front of them and the electric mixer was running on slow as Abby scooped in more of it.
“Is it working?” Bella exclaimed. “Is it ice cream now?”
Sophie tugged at Abby’s apron. “Can we try it? Please?”
“It’s getting a lot thicker, so it’s almost done.” Abby chuckled. “And yes, of course you can try it. Then we’ll save the rest in the freezer for after dinner, and you can tell your grandma and Uncle Jess about how you made it.”
Shucking off his boots and coat, Jess joined them at the counter. “What are you ladies up to?”
“It’s a secret,” Bella announced. “Don’t look.”
He held up both hands and backed away with a smile. “Okay—I’m not peeking. Will you show me later?”
Sophie nodded vigorously.
Abby glanced over her shoulder. “When would you like to eat dinner?”
“We usually eat at six, but it doesn’t matter. I’d like to clean up first, though. It’s been a long day.”
“No problem.” She scooped up two small bowls of the snow ice cream and watched the girls as