that’s a switch.” Clary’s laugh bubbled through the phone. “You’ve never had much trouble knowing your own mind, Em. I’m always the one calling you.”
“Well, this isn’t exactly an easy choice.” Emily glanced out the window at the tidy barnyard. “On the one hand this could make a real difference for the twins and me. Financially, I mean. There’s over a hundred acres here, not to mention the farmhouse and the barns. I have no idea how much it’d sell for, but...”
“Whatever it is, it’s a lot more than you’ve got right now,” Clary finished for her. “You’ve been praying for the money to start up your own coffee shop, Em. Maybe this is the answer you’ve been waiting for.”
Emily had thought of that, too. “It’s possible, I guess. But it seems like a pretty strange way for God to answer. I stink at farming.”
“You only have to hold things together for the summer. How hard can it be?”
How hard can it be? Emily wanted to laugh, but it really wasn’t funny. “Harder than you can imagine. You’ve never lived in the country, Clary. You don’t know about farms.”
“Maybe not, but I know about you. You’re a working single mom of twins, Emily! Farming should be a snap compared to that.”
“But if I stay here for the whole summer, I’ll lose my job at Café Cup for sure.”
“True,” Clary admitted after a thoughtful second. “But you know, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Mr. Alvarez takes advantage of you.”
Emily sighed. Clary, who tended to flit from job to job, had worked at Café Cup herself. Her accident-prone nature and the boss’s skinflinty tendencies hadn’t been a good combination. “You just don’t like him because he fired you.”
“Not true. I don’t hold grudges. You know that. No, this is all about you. How many of your muffin recipes are on his menu now? Five?”
“Six.”
“And aren’t those his best sellers?”
“Usually.” Emily felt a tiny flush of satisfaction.
“But he pays you the same as the other waitresses, right? Even though you’re creating these unique recipes and baking half his product? I’m not sure I’d pass up this opportunity just to keep a job like that.”
“But if I lose my job, how can I pay my half of our rent?” Emily felt panicky just thinking about it.
“Don’t worry about that. I can stretch my budget a little bit and handle the rent by myself for a while.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t ask. You never do. And this time I’m not taking no for an answer. Listen.” Clary’s soft voice took on an uncharacteristic firmness. “You can do this, Em. I know you can! And what’s more, I know you’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t at least try.”
Clary had a point. Emily ended the call and set the phone down on the snowy bedspread. Well, she couldn’t put this off forever. She took one steadying breath and tore up the envelope’s flap.
Her grandmother’s message was written in blue ballpoint pen on a plain sheet of notebook paper. Sadie Elliott had never been one for frills or preambles. She got right to the point.
I know right now you’re probably pretty hot at me, but you’re just going to have to get over it.
You’re not much on trusting folks, Emily-girl, and I understand that. But you’re going to have to trust me on this one thing. I had my reasons for leaving things the way I did. Believe it or not, I did it because I love you, and I want what’s best for you. And like all old folks, I think I’ve got a better idea of what that is than you do, so I couldn’t resist taking one last opportunity to meddle a little.
You’ve got plenty of spunk and grit in you, Emily. I admire that—probably because you got those things from me. You’re also stubborn as a country mule. That part you got from your grandpa. When that man made up his mind about something, he was harder to move than a sack of bees.
You settled on an opinion about Pine Valley and Goosefeather Farm a long time ago, and I don’t think you gave either of them a fair shake. I always felt like you were made and meant for this old place, but you were too bullheaded to consider its good points and too busy mooning after the likes of Trey Gordon to notice what the good Lord put right under that pretty little nose of yours.
But there’s no point my going into all that now. Anyhow, it’s something you’ll have to figure out for yourself.
Maybe you’re right, and you never belonged here. Then again maybe you’re wrong. You know well enough what I always thought. Here’s your chance to find out once and for all which one of us is right.
As usual, I’m banking on me. I’m not much to look at, but I’m smart as a whip.
Praying God’s blessings on you and those sweet babies.
All my love,
Grandma
While she was reading, the tears Emily had been fighting all day had spattered down on her grandmother’s writing, making wet circles on the paper. She’d heard her grandmother’s voice just as plainly as if the feisty old lady had been sitting next to her.
She folded up the letter carefully and slipped it back into its envelope. She sat on the bed for a few minutes listening to the ponderous ticking of the grandfather clock at the base of the stairs and the occasional squawk of a chicken from the barnyard.
When nineteen-year-old Emily’s pregnancy test had come up positive, Grandma had set her lips together tightly and left the room for fifteen minutes. When she returned, she’d given her granddaughter a fierce hug and told her she was welcome to stay at Goosefeather Farm for as long as she liked. They’d raise the baby together with God’s help.
She’d never understood Emily’s unwillingness to take her up on that offer, and she hadn’t approved of Emily’s choice to return to Atlanta. Sadie’s concerns turned out to be right on target. When Emily got back to her mother’s apartment, she discovered that Marlene had followed her latest boyfriend to Florida, leaving nothing behind but a stack of overdue bills and a scribbled note saying that Emily was plenty old enough to manage on her own. If Sadie had known half of what Emily had gone through during her first months alone in the city, her grandmother would have driven her old Ford truck up there and hauled her granddaughter straight back to Pine Valley.
Sadie Elliott had been an independent woman herself, though, and she’d reluctantly allowed Emily to forge her own path. Still she’d never really understood why Emily was so stubborn in her refusal to return to Pine Valley or why Emily had gone to such great lengths to entice her grandmother up to Atlanta for holidays and birthday celebrations. Sadie had felt Emily was being unreasonable, and she’d said so on several occasions.
But Grandma hadn’t known everything.
Before Emily had gone to her grandmother with her suspicions, she’d already been to speak to Trey Gordon and his widowed mother, Lois. Naive as she’d been back then, Emily had banked on Trey’s boyish promises, and she’d confidently expected to be making wedding plans once the initial shock subsided.
Instead Trey’s socially prominent mother had wasted no time setting Emily straight. There would be no marriage. Her son’s bright future wasn’t going to be dimmed by tying himself to the likes of Emily Elliott, no matter what kind of fix she’d managed to get herself in. In Lois’s opinion Emily’s best option was to take herself and her problems back up to Atlanta. Given the sort of woman Emily’s mother was, Lois had no doubt Marlene would know how to deal with this. Trey had simply sat by without saying a word, letting his mother fillet Emily into quivering strips with her barbed tongue.
Trey had been killed in a drunk driving accident over four years ago, but apparently his mother had never forgiven Emily for having the