off that day together, all alone, with just a suitcase of clothes had forced them to share a tighter bond than most siblings.
He should have called her first thing after he got home.
He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to do so.
Shaking his head, he allowed himself to relax, promising he’d make it up to her later tonight—when she came over for supper.
Chapter Five
One female in a bachelor’s household is disconcerting, two or more you just might as well give up and accept the inevitability of disaster.
—Ben’s Laws of Life
A giggle woke her.
Thinking it was her daughter, Stephanie rolled over and opened her eyes.
A boy, perhaps four or five, stood beside her bed, a big grin on his face, two crooked teeth sticking out as he smiled.
Dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Well, hello,” she said, shifting to sit up.
“That’s Justin. I’m Veronica.”
Stephanie glanced at the door where an older version of the child in front of her stood. The older child had perfectly straight teeth and long brown curly hair. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie.”
“Uncle Ben said you were Annie. He asked me to bring you this dress that Mom brought over.”
In her hands she held a dark blue house-dress—strings tied at the throat, short sleeves with a stretchy waist. It didn’t look like something she’d wear, but she was so very grateful for any feminine clothing she knew she would put it on and be happy with it.
“Thank you.” Stephanie accepted the dress from the girl.
“Mama brought dinner. Katie is already in there.”
“My daughter?”
Veronica grinned. “She’s helping Mama set the table. I got out of it because she wanted to do it. Uncle Ben said to let you sleep some until dinner.”
“I see. Well, then, why don’t you run on and tell him I’m up and I’ll be right there, okay?”
“Okay. Come on, Justin.”
She walked over and grabbed her brother’s hand.
“I wanna stay.”
“You can’t. She has to put her dress on,” the older sister ordered.
Justin didn’t argue but followed his sister out.
Stephanie quickly took off the shirt Ben had given her and slipped the dress on, trying to regain her equilibrium. She wasn’t used to waking up in a stranger’s house with unfamiliar children staring at her. To find out her daughter was with strangers was even more disconcerting.
She quickly brushed her hair and left the room, still barefoot but at least covered and semipresentable.
As she entered the living room she caught sight of Ben handing the silverware to his sister, who handed it to Katie. Stephanie paused and watched as her daughter carefully began laying out the forks and then knives and spoons. Everything else was on the table.
And it smelled delicious.
“Oh, you must be Annie,” a tall, willowy woman said from the kitchen. She came forward, reached out and hugged Stephanie.
“Actually, it’s Stephanie,” Stephanie corrected, accepting the hug.
“Stephanie?” She glanced at her brother in query then at Stephanie. “You poor thing. I heard what happened.” She reached for Stephanie and took her hand and squeezed it, then continued to hold it. “I’m Sunni, Ben’s older sister. I live over in Slaughter. When I understood what straits you were in I had to help. Hope you like smothered chicken and okra.” After releasing Stephanie’s hand, she motioned toward the table.
Stephanie nodded, her stomach grumbling in welcome of a meal. “It smells wonderful. I can’t believe I slept the day away.” Straits? She wondered just what Sunni meant by that statement and what Ben had told her.
She was also embarrassed that it was already dinnertime and she hadn’t awakened once during the day. Right now, however, what she really wanted was something to drink. Her throat still hurt, a painful reminder of the catastrophe that morning. But not just her throat hurt, she realized suddenly. For some reason so did the muscles in her arms and legs and back. Actually, she felt as if she’d run a marathon.
“Why don’t we go ahead and sit down and eat then,” Sunni said, interrupting Stephanie’s musings.
Ben dried his hands on a towel and crossed toward the dining room table. “I hear you met Sunni’s children.” He patted Sunni’s daughter on the shoulder as he passed her and rubbed Justin’s head. “Her husband, David, is offshore right now.” He stopped behind a chair, pulled it out and glanced at her. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to eat.”
Stephanie quickly crossed to the chair and allowed herself to be seated, surprised at the gesture but feeling oddly flustered.
Ben positioned himself next to his sister and then watched as the kids quietly pulled their napkins out and slipped them into their laps.
Well behaved, she’d give the kids that.
They immediately started dishing out food, however, which caused a problem with her daughter. Katie wasted no time in advising them how they had violated her routine. “Wait!”
Ben, who had just reached for the bread, paused, his eyes wide in surprise.
Stephanie blushed, not sure what to say. She knew exactly what the problem was.
“What is it, Katie?” Sunni asked before Stephanie had a chance to say a word.
“We can do it silently,” Stephanie offered.
Ben looked from one to the other. “Do what?”
“You didn’t pray,” Katie said, accusation in her voice. “You can’t eat until you do.”
It was obvious none of the others at the table had ever said grace before a meal. Sunni, however, smiled. “What a nice idea. Okay. Let’s pray. How do we do this now?”
Shocked, Stephanie thought surely Sunni was kidding. But the others didn’t look like she was kidding. Instead, they all stared at Katie.
“You have to bow your head like this.” Katie demonstrated by lowering her head until her chin touched her chest. She folded her hands and crooked her head, one eye opened and staring at them as she continued. “Then you close your eyes so no one can see you. Then you just talk.”
When she was certain they understood she scrunched her eyes shut. “Thank you, God, for this food. And that we aren’t hurt. And for Mommie and Mr. Ben and he saved our lives. Amen.”
Stephanie hadn’t been able to bow her head, she had been so stunned. She noted that Sunni had imitated Katie, as had her children. Ben belatedly tried to bow his head, but it was too late. With a sheepish glance at his sister he shifted the napkin in his lap.
“Amen,” Sunni echoed. “That’s very good manners, Katie. Do you think we can eat now?”
The sweet smile on Sunni’s face caused a reciprocal one to form on Katie’s. “Now we can.”
Sunni clapped. “Okay, everyone.”
Stephanie felt like apologizing but at the same time she was proud of her daughter. She hadn’t known what to do when they’d started to eat. Her daughter, however, hadn’t hesitated. And on top of that, Sunni had praised her.
Glancing up, she found Ben staring at her. He offered her a crooked smile. Relaxing, she decided to go on from there. She took a long sip of water, easing her dry throat,