Family Blessings
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Right before Thanksgiving, a freak tornado descends on Larkspur, the small town in Pennsylvania’s Allegheny Mountains where matriarch and candy magnate Loretta Cisco—affectionately called Cisco by her grandchildren—lives, and levels the home she’s inhabited for fifty years.
Then there’s more bad news: Cisco’s beloved triplet grandchildren, Hannah, Sara, and Sam, all newlyweds, are experiencing marital problems and they refuse to confide in their grandmother about what’s wrong. Sam’s wife, Sonia, has left him, and Hannah and Sara fear that their husbands are having affairs. Why else would they be coming home so late every night and seem to be keeping secrets?
As the citizens of Larkspur help to rebuild Cisco’s home in time for Christmas, she vows to work a holiday miracle that will hold her family together.
Fern Michaels
FERN MICHAELS is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Sisterhood, Men of the Sisterhood, and Godmothers series, as well as dozens of other novels and novellas. There are over one-hundred ten million copies of her books in print. Fern Michaels has built and funded several large day-care centers in her hometown, and is a passionate animal lover who has outfitted police dogs across the country with special bulletproof vests. She shares her home in South Carolina with her four dogs and a resident ghost named Mary Margaret. Visit her website at www.fernmichaels.com.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A sequel to a book I have not read (or don't remember reading), which is always a little disconcerting. But it's an easy read, a story of strong women, of learning to leave your birth family for your husband, and of Thanksgiving.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is the second book in a series about The Cisco Family. [No Place Like Home] was the first book in the series. The "Trips" are now married and having some marital problems. Growing up they always counted on each other and didn't really have any outside friends, this has shown up later in life as their inability to trust or count on others. Their Grandmother, Loretta "Cisco", has just had her home demolished by a tornado, as have many others in their little town. As the "trips" come to grips with the need to let others in & learn to trust, "Cisco" has to learn to let go of the past and embrace the future...whatever it holds.
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Family Blessings - Fern Michaels
Prologue
THE FIRST COMMERCIAL BANK OF LARKSPUR, Pennsylvania, was small enough that when Dr. Joel Wineberg swooped through the doors in full Batman regalia, neither the bank personnel nor the bank customers paid much attention. They did wave and smile however. Everyone within a seventy-five-mile radius knew Dr. Wineberg dressed up for his pediatric patients, as did his nurse, who was known to be Tinkerbell on Mondays, Barbie on Tuesdays, and the Little Mermaid on Thursdays. On Wednesdays and Fridays she pretended to be Eloise or Cinderella, to every little girl’s delight.
Joel moved quickly across the small lobby to the loan officer’s room, where his best friend and colleague, Dr. Zack Kelly, was waiting for him. Norman Kellogg, the bank’s only loan officer, stood as Joel entered. They shook hands all around, made small talk about the blustery weather conditions, and got down to business.
Norman Kellogg was a round man with a round bald head, a round cherubic face fitted with round wire-rim glasses. He was a happy man and would retire the first of the year. He was smiling as he held out pens to both Zack and Joel. Just sign on the dotted line, boys, and you will be the proud owners of your first boat. I hope you invite me aboard one day.
Joel shoved his Batman cowl farther back on his head. He glared at his buddy, and hissed, Tell me again why we’re doing this.
Zack raised his hands in frustration. You know why, Joel. Don’t go getting cold feet now. It’s my dream. You said it was your dream, too! We can do this. We’re taking a year off and going sailing. All the details have been taken care of. We pick up our new boat January 3 in Miami, then it’s the open sea for us! It’s the wonder in wonderful! It’s like a hundred Christmas mornings all rolled into one. We’ve taken classes all summer and fall. When we set foot on that boat, we’ll be experts. Just sign your name, Joel.
Joel’s eyes were wild as he stared at the colorful paintings of the Allegheny Mountains that adorned Norman Kellogg’s office. We took care of all the details but one,
he grumbled again.
Zack tugged at his colorful tie. If you’re talking about our wives, get over it. They are going to be so happy when we surprise them, you’ll see you worried for nothing.
Oh, yeah, if they’re going to be so happy, how come we didn’t tell them at the outset? You need to think about how we’re going to explain all those nights going to classes when we led our wives to believe we were working. Sara is on my case, and I know she’s thinking terrible things. Once or twice she asked me if I was having an affair.
Zack shrugged, but his own eyes looked worried. I have it all figured out. I convinced Jonesy to cover for me next weekend. I’m going to wine and dine Hannah and…and…spring it on her when she’s in the right mood.
He plucked a line from a commercial he’d seen, and said, I know she’ll embrace the whole idea because she knows it’s my dream. Sign the damn paper, Joel.
Joel shuffled his feet, pursed his mouth, and looked over at his buddy. You sign it first. This was all your idea. Yeah, yeah, I went along with it because you made it sound so damn good, and I am badly in need of some R&R. We should have told our wives. I just know we’re going to regret this. Go ahead and sign, Zack.
Zack yanked at his tie again before picking up the pen. He was stunned to see that his hand was trembling. He was a surgeon, for God’s sake. He was supposed to have nerves of steel. His hands never shook. Never. But they were shaking now. He took one long moment to think about star-filled nights aboard the boat making love to Hannah on deck. He scrawled his name, his eyes wilder than Joel’s.
Done.
Joel signed his name. Norman Kellogg snatched the loan paper and pretended to blow on the signatures.
You boys and First Commercial Bank of Larkspur are now co-owners of a new forty-foot cabin cruiser. I guess I should say Bon Voyage.
He reached under his desk and brought up two boxes and two calendars for the new year. It’s a gift the bank gives out to loans over two hundred thousand dollars.
Both doctors blanched at the amount of money they were borrowing. Coffeemakers,
Kellogg said proudly. Neither doctor made a move to accept the colorful boxes. For the boat,
Kellogg said.
I knew that,
Zack said.
Yeah, I knew that, too,
Joel said.
Just give me another five minutes, and I’ll have your copies ready for you. There’s a warranty on those coffeepots, so be sure to send in the warranty cards,
Kellogg said as he made his way over to the copy machine. What are you going to call your new boat? It has to be a woman’s name, you know.
Zack looked at Joel, and Joel looked at Zack.
I see a problem here,
Joel said. If we name it the Hannah Sara, Sara will get ticked off because her name isn’t first. If we name it the Sara Hannah, Hannah will get ticked off because her name isn’t first. I hate you, Zack.
Listen, Batman, you were just as eager to buy this boat as I was. A whole year away from here, away from kids, family, pressure. You loved the idea of sailing and sleeping under the stars and eating from the galley. Not to mention, sailing into little coves and exploring. Don’t go sour on me now.
We lied, Zack. We connived. We borrowed money and didn’t tell our wives. This is going to hit them smack in the face. I hate you, Zack.
"It’s only a year. The second year Jonesy and your guy are going to lease the boat. That means no payments the second year. The third year we’re going to charter it out and make money. We get to sail it year four, then we trade it in for a bigger boat. The sea will be calling our names by then. The girls will be begging us to take another year off. It’s a win-win situation."
I still hate you. I have to get back to the office.
Joel gave his Batman cape a wild swoosh as he snatched his copy of the loan agreement from Norman Kellogg’s hands.
Hold it, Batman!
Zack ran after him to hand over the coffeemaker. He was laughing so hard, he almost choked as Joel hid it under his black satin cape and dashed out of the office.
Zack settled himself in his car, the loan papers in his hands. Joel was right. They should have told the girls about the boat from the start. But he’d felt so sure that Hannah and Sara would want whatever he and Joel wanted. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. What would he do if Hannah balked? What if she didn’t want to go away for a year? Ditto for Sara. He closed his eyes and shuddered. Would he go off without Hannah? Or would he have to charter out the boat or sell it?
Did I just make the biggest mistake of my life?
Chapter One
One Month Later
"IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE HALLOWEEN HAS COME AND gone already." Loretta Cisco, founder and recently retired CEO of Cisco Candies who was known as Cisco to her family, opened the screen door to let the dogs out. Freddie, a golden retriever, barked to let his partner, Hugo, know it was time to get a move on. It was the same thing as saying the breakfast bacon will still be there when we get back. Hugo, a black Lab, bolted through the door.
Ezra Danford, a tall, robust man, and Cisco’s live-in companion, as well as partner, turned from the stove where he was making blueberry pancakes, Cisco’s favorite breakfast. I know what you mean, Loretta.
He insisted on calling her by her given name, saying the pet name Cisco was just for her son and her grandchildren, the triplets, to use. In a few weeks we’ll be out there raking the last of the leaves and bringing in firewood. Then before you know it, the holidays will be here.
Cisco tugged at the apron she was wearing. Time moves too fast when you’re old, and we’re old, Ezra. I dearly love the holidays, as you well know, but in another way they’re sad because it means another year is coming to a close. You and I, my dear, also have an anniversary coming up. If the Trips,
she said, referring to her triplet grandchildren, hadn’t brought you here that special Christmas almost three years ago, I might never have gotten to know you. For that, I will be eternally grateful.
Ezra expertly flipped a pancake, then turned the strips of bacon to the other side. We should get married, Loretta.
He winked at her, hoping she would get flustered and say yes.
Cisco adjusted the glasses perched on the end of her nose before she gave her colorful apron another hitch. "No, Ezra, we shouldn’t get married. You had a wife, and I had a husband. When we depart this world, you’re going with your wife, and I’m going with my husband. That’s the way it has to be. Otherwise, your children and grandchildren will have a problem, as will mine. They won’t know where to put us.
We’ve talked about this a hundred times, Ezra. Why are you bringing it up again today? The relationship we have right now is working just fine for both of us. You know what happens when you tamper with something that doesn’t need tampering with.
Cisco took her place at the table, the dogs’ plates in her hands. Her gaze was drawn to the kitchen window. Is it my imagination, Ezra, or does it look yellow outside?
A puzzled look on his face, the man, who was as big as a bear, walked to the old screen door and opened it. It did look yellow outside. His eyes narrowed slightly. Loretta, turn on the television or radio and let’s hear the weather report. There might be a fire somewhere. I don’t hear the birds either. It’s much too quiet,
he said, peering into the distance. I know it’s autumn, but it’s strange. The winter birds love to nest in your old sycamore and sing to us every morning when we have breakfast. Some bad weather might be on the way.
He called both dogs to come indoors.
Are they saying anything on the TV?
Ezra walked out onto the back porch and looked around. The air was yellow as far as he could see. He stepped back in and looked at Cisco questioningly as the dogs whined at her feet.
Cisco poured syrup on her pancakes. They haven’t said a thing. We’ll keep it on while we eat in case a bulletin comes in. We can’t have bad weather today. The family is coming, and we’re picnicking under the sycamore. A nice, long, lazy Sunday to enjoy having everyone here with us. It will probably be our last outdoor get-together before the cold weather sets in. There simply cannot be any bad weather today. I won’t allow it,
she said lightly.
Ezra ate quickly, something he never did. He loved food and always took his time when eating, enjoying every mouthful. When he finished, he picked up the dogs’ plates and his own and stacked them in the dishwasher before he walked back to the door to stare at the yellow world outside the house.
He moved then, quicker than lightning. Hurry, Loretta. I want you and the dogs to go down to the root cellar. I can’t be certain about this, but the only time in my life that I saw a world of yellow was when I lived in Arkansas, and a tornado whipped through. Hurry now.
Cisco needed no second urging. She dumped her dishes in the dishwasher and herded the dogs down the cellar steps. What are you going to do, Ezra?
Lock up, crack some of the windows. I’ll be down in a minute. Take care of the dogs. Go to the southwest corner of the root cellar. Maybe I’m wrong, Loretta. It’s better to be safe than sorry.
Cisco was at the bottom of the steps when she heard the sound. She knew instantly what it was. Never mind the doors, Ezra, get down here. Now!
Ezra was at the bottom of the steps the minute she finished speaking. The dogs whined and whimpered as Cisco led them down three more steps to the root cellar, where she kept her winter vegetables. The door was stout, with iron bars crisscrossing it from top to bottom.
The sound overhead increased in volume until it sounded like a hundred jet airplanes breaking the sound barrier. Ezra and Cisco clung together, their old bodies trembling as they tried to comfort one another and the dogs at the same time.
And then it was deathly quiet. The dogs yipped once, then were quiet.
Ezra struggled with the iron bars holding the door in place. When he finally got the door open, he was looking at the cellar staircase and nothing else. He could see the sky, the backyard, and the old sycamore. He tested the steps to make sure they were sturdy before he allowed Cisco and the dogs to climb them. He went first, ascending the steps carefully.
He looked around in stunned amazement. It was all gone, every last wall and window. What looked like half of the roof was on top of the barn, which itself was leaning drunkenly to the side. There was no sign of Cisco’s car or his pickup truck.
Ezra’s voice sounded choked. This house was in the direct path, Loretta. It’s all gone. Look up the hill; my house is still standing.
It can’t be gone, Ezra, it just can’t,
Cisco insisted as she looked around. She started to cry. Freddie hugged her leg, not understanding what was going on. Hugo pawed Ezra’s leg for the big man to comfort him. "My whole life was here in this little house, Ezra. All the Trips’ belongings were here as well as my son’s from the day they were born. How can I ever replace them? Oh, Ezra, this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s worse than when my son stuck me in that assisted-living facility. At least I could close my eyes and picture this beloved little house of mine. How can it all be gone, Ezra? How?"
All Ezra could do was put his arm around her shoulder, and murmur, I don’t know, Loretta. I just don’t know. Careful, watch your step now. Let’s take a walk around. Maybe we can salvage something.
I’m too old to start over, Ezra. Do you see my kitchen table anywhere? I started Cisco Candies in my kitchen on that old table. I kept the Trips’ bassinet in the kitchen because it was the warmest room in the house during the winter. I diapered Jonathan there, too. Oh, God, how did this happen?
She looked around wildly as she staggered from one place to another, hoping to find something that belonged to her.
Ezra’s voice was gentle, soothing, when he said, "You can rebuild the house and barn, Loretta. A good contractor can have it built for you by Christmas if the weather holds. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town turns out to rebuild for you because you moved Cisco Candies here from New York City and provide employment for so many of the people in town. We