A Texas Holiday Miracle

“Yes, and—”

The doorbell rang, interrupting her. She hurried to answer it, glad for the reprieve. Bradley Wilson and his son Brad stood on the doorstep.

“Hi, Lacey,” Bradley said. “My son has something to say to Emma.”

Emma ran into the room. Lacey caught her before she could do anything stupid. “Brad has come to see you.”

“I don’t want to see him,” Emma replied. “I want to hit him.”

Bradley poked his son.

“Emma, I’m sorry I ruined your Christmas,” Brad said, as if he’d memorized the words or as if someone had quoted them to him.

Emma glared at him and Lacey bent and whispered in her ear, “Say thank-you for the apology.”

Now Emma glared at her. Lacey lifted an eyebrow and Emma repeated the words. At the end she tacked on, “I still want to hit you.”

“Don’t worry, Emma,” Bradley said. “Brad has asked Santa for an Xbox, and since he believes there is no Santa and has told this to other children, he won’t be getting an Xbox.”

“Dad!” Brad wailed.

Bradley looked at Lacey. “I’m really sorry about this.”

“Thank you, and thanks for the apology.”

They walked off, and Lacey and Emma went into the living room. “That was nice of Brad.”

“He’s a big baby.”

“Emma...”

“It’s true, Lacey. He’s crying like a baby ’cause he’s not gonna get an Xbox.”

Lacey sat on the sofa, flipping through the imaginary book in her head. “Let’s talk about belief.”

Emma hopped up beside her. “Why?”

“Because belief can be a powerful thing. If you believe strong enough, long enough, wonderful things can happen.”

“Like maybe there really is a Santa.”

Lacey tucked a stray curl behind Emma’s ear. “Could be. All you have to do is believe.”

“You’re getting really weird, Lacey.”

Lacey kissed the tip of Emma’s nose. “Just believe, that’s all you have to do.”

“I’ll try. But I know the truth and I can’t forget it.”

Lacey pulled Emma onto her lap, knowing they had to talk about something much more important. She had to tell Emma about Pepper.

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“Sweetie—”

“Are you mad at me, Lacey?” Emma interrupted, resting the side of her face against Lacey’s chest.

“No, I’m not mad at you.”

“But you punished me.”

That obviously stung a little. “Why did I do that?”

Emma played with the watch on Lacey’s wrist. “’Cause...’cause I disobeyed.”

“Yes, you did. But we talked about it and you’re not going to do that again, right?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

It was just too difficult to punish Emma, especially at this grieving time in their lives. Maybe she would get better as the years rolled on. Even though Lacey knew she had to be the adult and set rules and boundaries, she would rather that she and Emma be friends instead of Lacey being the stern disciplinarian.

“Lacey, Pepper is really sick,” Emma said, and it brought Lacey back to the present problem.

“Yes, she is.”

“But Mr. Gabe is going to take her to the doctor and the doctor will make her all better.”

Lacey tightened her arms around Emma. “I talked to Gabe, and Pepper is not going to get better.”

Emma looked up at her. “Why not?”

Lacey swallowed and glanced toward the ceiling. I could use a little help here.

“Why, Lacey?”

“Because like you said, Pepper is really sick. She...she has cancer.”

Emma’s eyes rounded. “Like Daddy had?”

Their father had died of prostate cancer, which he had let go on too long. Taking care of Mona and Emma, he’d neglected his own health. The doctors had operated, but it had been too late. The cancer had spread.

“There are all kinds of cancer. I’m not sure what kind Pepper has, but it’s bad.”

“Is she going to die?”

The book in Lacey’s head was closed, and there wasn’t any reason to flip through it, because there was no answer. She’d read so many books about death and grief, and she still didn’t have the answer or the words to make the pain better. The person just had to deal with it. That was the really hard part, especially for a child.

She looked into Emma’s troubled green eyes. “Yes, Pepper is going to die.”