A Mummy For His Daughter

“What?” she asked.

“Hi, I’m Derek Taylor. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Not interested.” And she turned back to her menu, trying not to smile.

“Oh, for the love of...”

“Sit down.” She chuckled. “I don’t need a drink.”

Derek sat down, setting his mug of beer back on the bar. “I’m surprised to see you out and about.”

“Why is that?” she asked.

“Because usually the specialists who come into town to do their rotation don’t bother with the locals. They order in, keep to themselves—it’s somewhat of a burden.”

“Well, the cleaning of that apartment is ‘somewhat of a burden.’”

She set down the menu. She was hungry, but she wasn’t sure she really wanted to eat at this moment. Her stomach was twisting and turning from being back here. And as she glanced around the dim bar she had faint memories of this place.

Her father and Uncle Yazzie playing pool here, and her mother singing up on that stage. Her last gig before she’d got sick with the cancer that had killed her. And as she studied the room further she remembered the booth that was reserved for live entertainment. It had seemed so much bigger when she’d been curled up in it, eating ice cream.

“Daddy, what’re you doing?” Evelyn asked, seeing her father with another woman.

Her dad stood up, shocked. “Evie, what’re you doing here?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears. “I saw your truck outside. I was running an errand for Léelk’w. Who is that woman?”

“This is Jocelyn. She’s my girlfriend.”

Jocelyn smiled and waved. She was pretty, blonde and young—and not her mother.

“No!” Evelyn screamed. “No!”

And she turned and ran out of the bar.

Her father yelled for her to come back.

“Hey, you okay?” Derek asked, interrupting her memory.

“Yeah,” she said, and ran her hand through her hair in the nervous twitch she’d always had. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You totally zoned out,” Derek said. “Tired?”

“A bit.”

“Where did you say you were from?” he asked, trying to draw her into conversation.

“Boston, but I’ve been in Sitka a couple of days.”

“Still, the change is a bit jarring if you’re not used to it.”

“I’m used to it,” she whispered. “It’s just been a long time.”

Derek cocked an eyebrow. “Pardon?”

The door opened and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She slowly turned around in her seat, because instinctively she knew what to expect and she wasn’t sure she was ready for it.

She wasn’t ready to face a ghost from her past.

Taking a deep breath, she stood and looked up at the man who had been her family. A man she’d never thought she’d see again because her grandmother had cut off all ties to Evelyn’s life here in Alaska.

The man her father had thought of as a brother, because he had estranged himself from his WASP mother back in Boston, “throwing his life away” to live in the wilderness.

It had been Uncle Yazzie who had introduced her parents. Her mother’s loveable, goofball little brother. A man who had represented everything her grandmother had hated about her son’s life and his wife in Alaska.

Tears stung her eyes as she stared into the dark eyes of Joe Yazzie Sr. She could still see him standing on the Tarmac of the airport all those years ago when she’d been forced to move to Boston.

“I had to see with my own eyes,” Yazzie whispered. “I thought my son was bluffing me.”

Her stomach twisted into a knot as she wondered if he would turn his back on her. She wanted to run. She was afraid of his rejection in person, because his silence had hurt her as a child.

No. You have to face him. Good or bad.

“Uncle Yazzie...” she whispered, her voice faltering.

Derek was highly confused. “What’s going on here?”

Evelyn sighed and turned back to Derek. “I’m from Wolf’s Harbor. I’m a local.”

* * *

She’s a local?

If Evelyn Saunders was a local he would know that. He’d lived here for fifteen years and he knew everyone in this town because he was the general practitioner.

And he would remember her.

She was local?

He was still in a bit of disbelief over it all, but there was no denying it when he saw Joe Yazzie Sr.’s reaction to her.

The man who was usually stone-cold and emotionless had his arms wrapped around her, holding her and crying.

Crying?

Derek did a double-take. He’d never seen Joe Sr. cry. Ever.

“Am I missing something?” Derek asked.