Almost A Family

“They’re what—fourth and fifth graders?”

“Tyler’s in first, Lily’s in fourth and Drew is a fifth grader.”

“So they should do okay then—lots of kids manage alone for a while if their parents work.”

“It still makes me nervous. Until yesterday I was taking them to and from school, but Drew totally rebelled over that. He said he’d taken care of his brother for years just fine, thank you very much, and that they all thought the bus would be fun. So yesterday, we tried using the bus after school—and the driver left them out way down on the highway.” Erin shuddered. “Heaven knows who could see them out there, alone—and the walk home is a good mile. That’s too far for Lily.”

Remembering that fragile child, with her awkward limp, Grace nodded, feeling instant sympathy for the young woman shuffling the papers on her desk into some semblance of order.

“So the bus driver agreed to take them right up to our door from now on.” Erin stuffed some files and her planner into a battered leather briefcase, then gave an agitated wave of her hand. “We’re giving this idea a trial run—but the first sign of trouble, and they’ll be going to a sitter after school.”

“There could be another option.” Grace studied her thoughtfully. “Do you know Jane Adams, one of the nursing assistants on third shift? She has five kids including a daughter who’s a senior in high school, and her husband is disabled. I’ll bet Haley could use some extra spending money. They’re good people. Trustworthy.”

Erin’s face lit up. “Really? I’ve been asking around, trying to find a dependable high school student, but haven’t had any luck. They’re all either busy with after-school activities or have jobs already.”

“I remember those days well. It’s hard to find good sitters—and then they finish school, leave town, and you have to start all over.”

Erin cocked her head slightly, then faint color washed into her pale cheeks, and Grace chuckled. “No, you’re right. I’m still ‘Miss Fisher,’ but I had dozens of foster kids over the years.”

“That’s amazing.” Erin’s voice was filled with admiration. “You’ve been a busy woman.”

“And enjoyed every minute. I’m past those days, though. Raised my last set of kids a few years back, and now I’m looking forward to retiring from here soon.” Ignoring the wave of loneliness that always rushed through her at the thought, she gave an offhand shrug. “I might do some traveling—and go see some of my ‘chicks.’ They’ve moved from coast to coast now.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Ah, yes…wonderful. But what about the days and weeks and months after that? The years? “Jane is on the schedule tonight—I’ll put a note on the time clock for her,” Grace said briskly. “They haven’t had a phone for a while, but it should be back in service soon. Jane could check with her daughter and then call you from here.”

Giving her a grateful smile, Erin fished her car keys from the depths of her purse. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem. You’d be doing Haley a favor, I think. That family doesn’t have it easy.” With a nod of farewell, Grace started down the hall toward her office, thankful that she still had her beloved job. The hustle and bustle of busy days.

What on earth would she do with her life when she had to retire? She’d never been one to sit idle, and she had no one left to share those interminable years ahead.

A brief, poignant image flashed through her head, of the one man she’d always loved.

Maybe…

But who would ever imagine that Grace Fisher, Director of Nursing, could even entertain such foolish thoughts? The years had left her hefty, gray-haired and entirely too practical for such nonsense.

She’d made her choices, and she’d lived with them well. Regrets were a waste of time.

CHAPTER SIX

“I DIDN’T LET SCOUT LOOSE,” Drew hissed.

“Did, too. I bet you left the door open.” Lily, who almost never stood up to him, jammed her hands on her skinny hips. “Now he’s gone. Maybe that wolf will get him.”