Home To You. Cheryl Wolverton
even as his mother firmly led her to the table so she could sit down. “I didn’t mean to come here, that is—”
“Would you like some coffee? We’ve been trying to guess your identity.”
The woman’s cheeks turned even redder, the color leeching down into her neck.
Dakota couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “Meghan?” he asked, needing to know.
The woman stopped dead and then promptly burst into tears.
Aghast, Dakota looked at his mom, who met his gaze over the woman’s head.
What had he said?
“There, there,” his mother murmured and pulled the girl into her arms.
Dakota didn’t know what to do. He prayed a quiet prayer for guidance and allowed himself to slip into his pastoral mode, as he thought of it, caring but detached from the situation.
He observed as his mom held the woman and smoothed her ratty hair, praying quietly for God to comfort the woman and for guidance when she was finally able to talk.
Slowly the woman’s tears subsided.
His mom pushed a tissue into her hand and she wiped her eyes, smearing the leftovers of makeup even worse.
Cody didn’t mind.
All that was left in his heart now was concern and compassion. It didn’t matter how she smelled, how she looked, who she was.
The woman was full of pain and needed someone to talk with.
He saw her dart a glance at him before wiping at her nose and took that as a signal to intervene.
“You are welcome here, Meghan,” he said gently and waited.
Meghan shuddered and took a fresh tissue. She wiped at her eyes again and then, after taking a deep breath, she whispered, “I didn’t mean to show up here. I—oh dear.”
She glanced up at his mom and saw only compassion as Carolyne nodded to her. She straightened her shoulders and pushed away, becoming an isolated tower as she tried to pull dignity about her. “I don’t usually drink,” she confessed. “Until lately. I was so…inebriated that I guess I didn’t realize what I was doing. I thought it was a dream, really. I mean, I came back…”
She trailed off.
Cody steepled his fingers and leaned back, crossing his legs once again. “Why did you come back, Meghan?” he prompted gently when she didn’t continue.
She stiffened.
“It’s okay, Meghan…” Cody’s mother patted her leg, leaving her hand resting there in silent support.
Meghan’s eyes, the beautiful green that he could see today, focused on his mom and tension drained. Finally, she confessed, “I didn’t know where else to go.”
His mom’s eyes turned to and rested in his gaze.
Cody knew that look.
And he knew the signs from the woman in front of him. She was exhausted.
“I am so sorry—” Meghan began.
“Mom, is the electricity on in the garage apartment?” Cody cut in, ignoring the woman’s protest.
His mom smiled, approval in her eyes.
“I just have to flip the circuit breaker.”
“What?” Meghan looked from one to the other.
“You don’t have to say anything more, Meghan,” Cody told her. “We have a place you can stay.”
“Here?” She was genuinely surprised, though he saw sudden hope in her eyes.
Dakota nodded.
“We don’t have a shelter in town.” His mom smiled. “And besides, we have that apartment back there not being used.”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly—” Meghan began.
“Of course you can.” His mom patted Meghan’s arm. “I’m sure you want to bathe and need time to regroup.”
“But I haven’t even explained why I’m here,” Meghan protested.
Cody could see in her eyes that she wanted to stay, that she didn’t want to explain, and that she needed time to regroup.
Her story would come out in time.
“No need to explain.” When Meghan looked at him questioningly, he shrugged. “God sent you to us. I imagine He knows why you’re here, and if you want to talk later, my mom or I will be willing to listen.”
“You don’t really know me, though,” Meghan whispered.
“We don’t have to know you, Meghan. God only tells us to love you.”
Fresh tears filled her eyes.
His mom nodded and then turned to Meghan. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ll see if I can find you some fresh clothes.” She had maneuvered Meghan to a standing position and together they turned and started toward the stairs. His mother continued, “We’ll run a bath and afterward we’ll have some breakfast. I’m sure you’ll feel much better by then.”
As their voices faded, Cody smiled.
That was his mom.
Indispensable.
She knew the right thing to say and do and wasn’t above bullying if the need arose—but in her own gentle way.
He glanced at his watch.
He wouldn’t be too late if he left now.
He could meet with Chandler’s, get done what he needed to get done and be back after his new guest had time to bathe and gather herself.
Thank you, Father. His prayer was short and simple, then he stood. Take care of her, he added and headed for the door, wondering just what tale his guest was going to have to share and wondering just why God had brought her back to Shenandoah and into his life.
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