All Roads Lead Home

Fine, rather than make a fuss, he’d pay, but not from her funds. He withdrew the $1.40 from his wallet, leaving a little over $15 for the trip. Once the attendant left, he stuck Mariah’s bills into his pants pocket where they couldn’t fall out. As soon as they were alone, he’d give it back.

Chapter Five

Tourist parks proved few and far between on their route, so Hendrick selected a flat, grassy spot between cornfields to camp. The women weren’t sure the area afforded enough privacy, since the corn wasn’t yet waist high, but a little exploration of the area yielded a more secluded spot where a creek trickled under drooping willows.

“This will do,” Mariah stated.

Hendrick eyed the terrain. He’d maneuvered the car between the cultivated fields on a rutted old path, but there wasn’t room to turn the car around. He’d have to back it out.

“Hope it doesn’t rain,” he said as he put down the top.

“Me, too.” Mariah grabbed the topmost bag from the backseat. “I haven’t tested the tent for watertightness.”

She strained under the weight of the canvas bag, so Hendrick tried to relieve her of the burden. “I’ll unload. You ladies rest.”

“Rest?” Mariah refused to let go. “All we’ve done is rest.” She carried the bag to the tree and set it down. “Where’s Anna?”

Hendrick heaved a sigh. “I’d better go find her.” It was just like his sister to run off when there was work to be done.

Mariah’s throaty chuckle eased the tension. “Give her some time. It’s not as if she could go that far.”

True, but the cornfields and hayfields weren’t tall enough to hide someone. The only place to disappear was down by the creek. “She should have told us where she was going.”

Mariah smiled softly. “She’s just excited to be on her first trip away from home.”

It was his first trip, too, but he didn’t go running off at the first opportunity. Besides, Anna was his responsibility. If anything happened, Ma would never recover. She doted on Anna. Since they couldn’t afford new clothes very often, Ma got the old fabric and scraps of lace from Mrs. Fox’s dressmaking shop to make Anna’s dresses. In his opinion, his sister was spoiled, but Ma said she deserved a few niceties in life.

Money. It all came down to that. If he sold his engine design to Curtiss and became an aeronautical engineer, he’d be able to afford anything his mother and sister desired. He’d have as much money as…as Mariah. Hendrick stuck a hand in his pocket and encountered the roll of bills. Her bills. He should have given the money back right after they left the filling station. He’d do so now.

Naturally, she refused to take it. “Use it to pay for fuel and oil.”

“But I should be paying.”

She waved that idea away. “I’m on agency business. The Society is paying.”

“Not for Anna and me.”

“You’re here at my request. If you don’t want to handle the money, I will, but I’d prefer you do it.”

She trusted him. Despite their differences, she had faith in him. He ran a thumb over the edge of the bills before sticking them back in his pocket.

Meanwhile, she’d grabbed another bag from the car.

“I’ll take that,” he offered.

She strode past him with a laugh. “Get your own.”

Her joy was infectious, and he smiled as he hefted the next bag onto his shoulder. It rattled and clanked. Must be the pans and tins of food she’d packed. It weighed plenty, more than she could lift. He paraded past her with a grin of triumph.

“Set that one under the tree closest to the stream,” she commanded as she tugged the canvas tent out of its sack.

“Yes, ma’am.” He snapped to attention, imitating the salute used by soldiers who’d returned from the Great War. He’d tried to enlist, but the local board denied his application, saying he had to support his mother and sister.

Mariah waited until he set down the last sack before instructing him to put the car’s roof back up. “It does look like rain.”

Other than a couple puffy clouds, the sky was clear. Apparently, she wanted to keep him busy, and he, the foot soldier, was at her command.

While he refastened the roof, she spread the tent in a nice grassy dip in the ground. If it did rain, he thought, they’d be soaked.

“You might want to pick a different spot.”

“What’s wrong with here?” she snapped, her breathing heavy. She tugged the canvas over the pole. “I happen to like a soft, grassy place to lie down. I suppose you prefer rocks?”

“Fine. Suit yourself.” If the rain arrived, as she suspected, she’d be sorry.

He finished raising the car roof, and she was still struggling with the tent. Only one end would stay up. She’d set one pole, leave it balancing and then race to the other side. By then, the first pole would topple over.

“I can help,” he said.

“Don’t need it.”

Yet over and over her efforts yielded the same result. The scene looked like it came from a Charlie Chaplin film. Hendrick bit his lip to stifle a laugh, but he couldn’t hold back the guffaw forever. When both poles fell down and the whole thing caved in, the laughter erupted, each wave making his sides ache even more.

“Do you think you can do any better?” She threw a pole to the ground in disgust. Hands on hips, she positively glared, but he couldn’t stop laughing. “Well, you’re no help. Where is Anna? Maybe she can hold herself together long enough to get this tent up.”

His sister dropped from the nearby willow and took one of the poles. “What do I do?”

Instead of answering Anna, Mariah focused her wrath on him. “Hendrick, stop laughing and hold up the other pole. I’ll start pounding in the stakes.”

My, she was bossy. He’d always considered her directness a virtue. She knew what needed to be done and did it. But sometimes she could be wrong. The ground outside her little patch of green grass was rock hard. She’d have some time of it trying to pound in those stakes.

Nonetheless, he obediently took up his pole and watched while she pulled the corner line taut and attempted to hammer the stake into the ground. It pierced the soil no more than half an inch when she gave up and moved to the next one. But as soon as she pulled the line tight, the first stake came loose. With a growl of frustration, she mopped her brow with the back of her hand.

“The ground’s so hard,” she muttered. “I can’t get it in.”

Hendrick wanted to help. Perspiration ran down her forehead, and her hair curled around her face in damp little tendrils that begged to be touched. But she would only yell at him and insist that she didn’t need his help. So he watched her try and try without success.

Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’d be glad to give it a go.”

Naturally she scowled at him. “Did I ask for your help?”

He wanted to rip the mallet from her hands and get the job done. Why did she have to be so stubborn?

Then Anna giggled. She tried to hold back, so it came out in a snort, but she couldn’t maintain control for long and a second later burst out laughing.

Mariah frowned, but apparently Anna’s laughter didn’t irk her as much as his because before long she started to giggle, too. Her prickly-porcupine attitude eased, and she handed him the mallet. “See if you can make any headway.”

They traded places, and in minutes he had the tent up and ready for their blankets and clothing.