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boys’ home.
A few minutes later there was a rap
at the front door and Indie opened to find a tall, gangly man with a shock of
brown hair standing in the doorway.
“Hi,” he said with a warm smile.
“I’m Kirk, Jenna’s husband. One of the drivers just dropped her home and she
asked me to pass by.”
“Yes, of course.” Indie stepped
aside. “Won’t you come in?”
“Thanks.” He brushed his palms
against the seat of his very worn jeans. “Jenna said I should come over and
pick up some bags. Do you know where they are?”
“I did see a couple of bags in the
bedroom, in the corner by the window.” She waved her hand toward the room.
“Go on in. I’m sure those are the bags you're looking for.”
He gave her a polite, almost
apologetic nod, then headed for the bedroom. “Yep,” he called out, “it’s them
all right. Jenna’s forever tagging her bags with these little pink strips of
cloth.” He came out of the room with the bags tucked under his arms. “Ever
since we heard it’s a girl you would think pink is the only color in the
world.”
Indie gave him a sympathetic smile
and went to hold the front door open. “She’s just excited, that’s all. As I’m
sure you are, too.”
His bashful smile and the blush
creeping up his neck told Indie she was right. He gave her another quick nod
and then he was through the door, lugging the bags toward an ancient-looking
pickup truck. He threw them in the back then jumped into the cab. The engine
turned over immediately, sounding like a very healthy, well-tuned machine,
nothing like what the outside looked like. He gave her a wave. “If you need
anything, just send one of the drivers to fetch me. I’m not even a quarter
mile away.”
“Will do.” She waved until he
disappeared down the dirt track.
Alone again, Indie headed back
inside where she washed the lunch dishes then she sat down at the desk and
began to go through the notes Jenna had left for her. Orders to be placed for
school and home supplies, a staff meeting to be planned for the teachers two
days from now, a progress report to do, one that Jenna hadn’t even had the time
to touch. Boredom would definitely not arise as one of her problems. Not at
this place. There was just too much to do. Never one to procrastinate, Indie
grabbed a notepad and began to write her plan of action.
She was absorbed in her second
task, pulling the notes together for the progress report, when she heard a
knock at the door. She looked up. How many hours had she been at it? She
glanced over at the desk clock. Three-thirty in the afternoon already. Where
had the past couple of hours gone? It seemed like less than half an hour since
she'd sat down at the desk.
She got up and stretched then
strode to the door. It was probably Kirk coming back for more of Jenna’s
stuff. She didn’t mind. Although he seemed shy she might just strike up a
conversation with him, maybe ask him a few things about the region.
She pulled the door open, a
welcoming smile already on her face. But it wasn’t Kirk who filled her
doorway. It was Stone.
“Hey,” he said, smiling down at
her. “Overwhelmed yet?”
Indie laughed. “Not yet.” Her
heart feeling light with the pleasant surprise of his visit, she stepped back
to let him in.
“Brave girl,” he said as he ducked
his head to step through the doorway. Then he turned to her. “But don’t
worry. You do have a second in command. A vice principal of sorts. Anita is
her name. A competent woman. In fact, before Jenna came on board she held the
fort for a good two months.”
“That’s good to know. I was
wondering why Jenna departed so suddenly, like she was leaving me to sink or
swim.” Indie waved a hand, directing Stone over to the couch. “Good to know I
have somebody here who knows the ropes.”
“Of course.” He sank into the
chair and stretched his long
A few minutes later there was a rap
at the front door and Indie opened to find a tall, gangly man with a shock of
brown hair standing in the doorway.
“Hi,” he said with a warm smile.
“I’m Kirk, Jenna’s husband. One of the drivers just dropped her home and she
asked me to pass by.”
“Yes, of course.” Indie stepped
aside. “Won’t you come in?”
“Thanks.” He brushed his palms
against the seat of his very worn jeans. “Jenna said I should come over and
pick up some bags. Do you know where they are?”
“I did see a couple of bags in the
bedroom, in the corner by the window.” She waved her hand toward the room.
“Go on in. I’m sure those are the bags you're looking for.”
He gave her a polite, almost
apologetic nod, then headed for the bedroom. “Yep,” he called out, “it’s them
all right. Jenna’s forever tagging her bags with these little pink strips of
cloth.” He came out of the room with the bags tucked under his arms. “Ever
since we heard it’s a girl you would think pink is the only color in the
world.”
Indie gave him a sympathetic smile
and went to hold the front door open. “She’s just excited, that’s all. As I’m
sure you are, too.”
His bashful smile and the blush
creeping up his neck told Indie she was right. He gave her another quick nod
and then he was through the door, lugging the bags toward an ancient-looking
pickup truck. He threw them in the back then jumped into the cab. The engine
turned over immediately, sounding like a very healthy, well-tuned machine,
nothing like what the outside looked like. He gave her a wave. “If you need
anything, just send one of the drivers to fetch me. I’m not even a quarter
mile away.”
“Will do.” She waved until he
disappeared down the dirt track.
Alone again, Indie headed back
inside where she washed the lunch dishes then she sat down at the desk and
began to go through the notes Jenna had left for her. Orders to be placed for
school and home supplies, a staff meeting to be planned for the teachers two
days from now, a progress report to do, one that Jenna hadn’t even had the time
to touch. Boredom would definitely not arise as one of her problems. Not at
this place. There was just too much to do. Never one to procrastinate, Indie
grabbed a notepad and began to write her plan of action.
She was absorbed in her second
task, pulling the notes together for the progress report, when she heard a
knock at the door. She looked up. How many hours had she been at it? She
glanced over at the desk clock. Three-thirty in the afternoon already. Where
had the past couple of hours gone? It seemed like less than half an hour since
she'd sat down at the desk.
She got up and stretched then
strode to the door. It was probably Kirk coming back for more of Jenna’s
stuff. She didn’t mind. Although he seemed shy she might just strike up a
conversation with him, maybe ask him a few things about the region.
She pulled the door open, a
welcoming smile already on her face. But it wasn’t Kirk who filled her
doorway. It was Stone.
“Hey,” he said, smiling down at
her. “Overwhelmed yet?”
Indie laughed. “Not yet.” Her
heart feeling light with the pleasant surprise of his visit, she stepped back
to let him in.
“Brave girl,” he said as he ducked
his head to step through the doorway. Then he turned to her. “But don’t
worry. You do have a second in command. A vice principal of sorts. Anita is
her name. A competent woman. In fact, before Jenna came on board she held the
fort for a good two months.”
“That’s good to know. I was
wondering why Jenna departed so suddenly, like she was leaving me to sink or
swim.” Indie waved a hand, directing Stone over to the couch. “Good to know I
have somebody here who knows the ropes.”
“Of course.” He sank into the
chair and stretched his long
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