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Raised on her father’s South Carolina plantation, Callie Parker wanted for nothing, and now she is about to marry wealthy local scion Wyn Archer. But her wedding wouldn’t be complete without the three people she grew up with under the sheltering branches of the angel oaks at Parker Manor.
There’s Bode Jessup, part brother and part idol, who has become a wildly attractive man. Next is Brie Canfield, Callie’s freckle-faced playmate, now an FBI agent with a life of her own. Last is shy waif Sela Bronson, whose only reason for returning to Parker Manor is to escape an unhappy marriage.
As Callie’s childhood companions gather to relive the charmed years they spent together, they discover how little they know of their beloved yesterday . . . and how one woman’s darkest secret can tear them apart.
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“Prose so natural that it seems you are witnessing a story rather than reading about it.”—Los Angeles Sunday Times
“Michaels’ Danielle Steel-like fun read has more plot twists than a soap opera, and will keep readers on tenterhooks for the next in the series.”—Booklist
“Michaels just keeps getting better and better with each book . . . She never disappoints.”—RT Book Reviews
Fern Michaels
New York Times bestselling author Fern Michaels has a passion for romance, often with a dash of suspense and drama. It stems from her other joys in life—her family, animals, and historic home. She is usually found in South Carolina, where she is either tapping out stories on her computer, rescuing or supporting animal organizations, or dabbling in some kind of historical restoration.
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Yesterday - Fern Michaels
Books by Fern Michaels
Mr. and Miss Anonymous
Up Close and Personal
Fool Me Once
Picture Perfect
About Face
The Future Scrolls
Kentucky Sunrise
Kentucky Heat
Kentucky Rich
Plain Jane
Charming Lily
What You Wish For
The Guest List
Listen to Your Heart
Celebration
Yesterday
Finders Keepers
Annie’s Rainbow
Sara’s Song
Vegas Sunrise
Vegas Heat
Vegas Rich
Whitefire
Wish List
Dear Emily
The Godmothers Series:
The Scoop
The Sisterhood Novels:
Deadly Deals
Vanishing Act
Razor Sharp
Under the Radar
Final Justice
Collateral Damage
Fast Track
Hokus Pokus
Hide and Seek
Free Fall
Sweet Revenge
Lethal Justice
The Jury
Vendetta
Payback
Weekend Warriors
Anthologies:
Snow Angels
Silver Bells
Comfort and Joy
Sugar and Spice
Let It Snow
A Gift of Joy
Five Golden Rings
Deck the Halls
Jingle All the Way
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FERN MICHAELS
YESTERDAY
ZEBRA BOOKS
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
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Table of Contents
Books by Fern Michaels
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Prologue
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Dedication
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Dear Readers,
I’d like to start this letter by saying that I hope you like Yesterday. Many years ago, I saw a television interview with the famous movie star Natalie Wood. The interviewer asked her a question that stayed with me all those years until the day I sat down to write this book. You’re rich, you’re famous, you’re beautiful, you’re married to a rich, famous man, and you have beautiful children,
the interviewer said. What more could you possibly want?
Natalie Wood responded, I want yesterday.
I started to think about my own yesterdays and the yesterdays of many of my friends. I thought, What a wonderful idea for a book. But it wasn’t enough just to think about yesterday. I needed to know what happened to yesterday, so I centered my story around a house—a house I almost bought, in South Carolina. It was a big plantation, but so in need of repair that I backed away from it; it was more than I could handle at the time. Like Natalie Wood’s interview, the picture of that house stayed with me for years. It still wasn’t enough for a book—until I created a family of children and the wonderful Mama Pearl who tends to them. Yesterday is the story of four children who grow to adulthood and who have never forgotten their childhood or that wonderful plantation house and Mama Pearl. It’s the story of one particular homecoming for Brie, Callie, Sela, Bode, and Mama Pearl—and what that special homecoming means to each of them.
I hope you all enjoy reading Yesterday as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Fern Michaels
Prologue
The night was dark, warm and secretive, Brie Canfield thought as she opened the casement windows. She took great, heaving gulps of the honeysuckle-scented air, but it didn’t help to alleviate the terrible nightmare she’d just experienced.
Behind her, the air conditioner whirred and wheezed, a sign the filter needed to be changed. The room was dark, too, because she hadn’t changed the lightbulb. She hadn’t done the dishes either or her laundry. For weeks. Maybe it was months. She simply could not remember.
Brie strained to see something in the darkness, something that would reassure her that things were right, normal—and that life was going to be the way it was before. Cars passed, like ghostly blue shadows. Why did they look like that? She should know. Maybe it was important. She swayed, and her grip on the windowsill tightened so that her knuckles snapped and crackled.
Maybe she needed to eat something—something more substantial than broth and a slice of bread. But the cupboard was bare, the refrigerator empty.
She panicked then. That meant she would have to get dressed and go out to the store. She also had to keep her appointment with the department psychiatrist. Maybe she could do both things on the same day. She took in more deep breaths.
She started to cry, knowing full well that tears wouldn’t help. Unless . . . She backed away from the open window and sat down on her bed.
Unless . . . she gave in and called Bode Jessup. Bode would know what to say to her to make things right. She should have called him sooner. Why hadn’t she? Because I love him, and he doesn’t love me, that’s why. Because he loves Callie Parker, one of my oldest and dearest friends.
She tried to pep-talk herself, but it wasn’t going to work because her stomach was tied in knots, and she was sweating profusely, even though the thermostat said it was only sixty-two degrees in the apartment. She began to weep again because there was nothing else for her to do. She couldn’t call now—Bode would hear the tears in her voice. So, what was wrong with his knowing she was upset? Why else would she call him in the middle of the night? Although he might think she had called to talk about Callie Parker’s wedding . . . to someone other than himself. So, who cared about that either?
Brie’s hand stretched out. She didn’t need to look up Bode’s home phone number, even though she carried it on a slip of paper in her wallet. It was the first name in her address book under the A’s. She didn’t want his name in the middle of the book. Callie’s number was right under Bode’s, and so was Sela’s. Her three best friends in the whole entire world. And she hadn’t called any of them.
Brie snatched her hand back from the phone, howling her despair. Then the phone was suddenly back in her hand. She punched out the area code, followed by Bode’s number. While the phone rang, she blew her nose. Five, six, seven rings . . .
She was about to hang up when she heard Bode’s voice say: This better be good, whoever you are, because it’s three o’clock in the morning.
Bode, it’s Brie,
she said, her voice hoarse with all the crying she’d done.
Brie Canfield, the Brie who’s supposed to be my best friend in all the world, the same Brie who says she’ll call and write, but doesn’t. That Brie?
Bode . . .
His voice was alert now, all trace of sleep and mockery gone. What’s wrong, Brie?
Bode . . .
She was whimpering and hated herself for it.
We’ve established the fact that I’m Bode, and I’m here on the other end of the phone. Do you want to hang up and call me back, Brie?
Bode . . . I . . . Bode, I killed someone. I’m having a real hard time with it.
"Whoa . . . don’t spring a hit on me like that. Start at the beginning—the very beginning, Brie. We’ll talk. It’ll be like old times. Two heads are better than one. Come on now, share. I’m listening."
It wasn’t just someone. It was a boy. He was sixteen. He had a gun, and he was going to shoot my partner. I told him to put down his gun, but he didn’t. I don’t know who was more scared—me or him. We both fired. He . . . missed. I didn’t.
And you decided that you’re going to take the rap for this, right? Were there any witnesses?
Stop talking to me like the lawyer you are and talk to me like my friend. We are still friends, aren’t we? Of course there were witnesses. The Board cleared me. There was a real big stink about it from the boy’s parents and friends. They want to transfer me to another precinct. I have to see a shrink once a week, and I do, but I can’t get a handle on it. I can’t sleep, and I can’t eat. All I do is cry. Do you think I’m having a nervous breakdown? I’m afraid to ask the shrink. That’s the shape I’m in.
No, you are not having a nervous breakdown. Trust me, Brie. What you need is a good dose of Mama Pearl. You’re coming home for the wedding, right?
Oh, God. Probably not.
You mean yes, you are. I’ll pick you up at the airport. Did they give you a leave of absence? What do you mean, you can’t eat or sleep?
Just what I said. Don’t pep-talk me, Bode.
Do you want me to come out there and bring you back, Brie?
God, yes, she did, but she’d never admit it. No, of course not. Bode, I took a life. Kids shouldn’t have guns. You should have heard this boy’s mother. The kid was a saint, an altar boy, tops in his class, a loving son. The truth is the kid was a gang member, so high on crack his brain should have exploded. He didn’t go to school, probably never saw the inside of a church, and beat his mother, who worked two jobs to support herself and five other kids. I killed him. Me.
And the alternative? You said he would have killed your partner.
Shot him in the back. He’s got twenty years in. He was handcuffing another kid and didn’t see what was going down. We had two witnesses who saw the whole thing. How can I make this right, Bode? You always had the answers. I need an answer now.
"You just thought I had the answers. You always did give me too much credit. You go on, Brie, because life goes on. You have to put it behind you. That’s a goddamn order, Brie."
You aren’t God, you know.
Brie hiccupped.
When did this take place?
Six weeks ago tomorrow.
And you’re just calling me NOW! Are you telling me you tried to ride this out by yourself? Did you call Callie or Sela?
No. Just you, Bode.
I bet you’re the best cop San Diego has,
Bode said.
One of the guys brought over my gun and shield yesterday. They told me to take as much time off as I want. I said I’d let them know. By the way, I’ve been accepted into the FBI Academy.
Then there’s nothing to stop you from getting on a plane and heading for South Carolina. Congratulations! Are you on disability or what?
Nope. Full pay. It’s not the money, Bode.
You know what they say, kiddo—the past is prologue. Now, are you going to pack up and do what you have to do to get here?
I need some time . . .
You had enough time. Why didn’t you call Mama Pearl?
Because hearing her voice would have done me in. I didn’t want to cry again. I wanted to work it out by myself.
Is the shrink helping?
Brie laughed ruefully. We’re up to the part where you’re teaching us our numbers under the angel oak. It’s very hard, Bode.
Life is hard, Brie.
Are you referring to—
Life. Don’t try putting words in my mouth. Now, can I call Callie and Mama Pearl and tell them you’ll be coming to South Carolina?
Yes, but I don’t know when. Thanks for listening, Bode.
You should have called me on day one.
On day one I didn’t even know my own name,
she said.
See? You should have called me, and I would have told you. Sleep well, Brie. Today is a whole new day, and it’s going to be whatever you make of it.
Brie looked at the pinging receiver in her hand. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she curled up in the big double bed. Now she knew she would sleep. Bode always made things right.
In Summerville, South Carolina, Bode Jessup pulled on his jeans and sneakers. A hooded sweatshirt was next. A headache hammered behind his eyes as he wheeled his bike out of the apartment and into the alley. He climbed on, switched on his night-light, and pedaled away. He had a lot of thinking to do.
1
Brie Canfield removed her dark glasses at the same time as she turned off the engine of her rental car. She sat for a moment savoring this time, this place, her mind a crazy quilt of emotions. She climbed from the car, aware of her thin legs when her skirt hiked up to mid-thigh. She tugged at the elbow-length sleeves, trying to cover her equally skinny arms. She wondered if she looked as bad as she thought she did. How would the others view her? Would they comment on her appearance, or would they pretend she looked healthy and robust? Had Bode called them? Had he alerted them to her arrival? Were they even expecting her today? Hardly, since she hadn’t called anyone to tell them what time she was getting in.
Perspiration beaded on her forehead and dripped down her cheeks. She’d forgotten how hot and humid it was in South Carolina in August. It felt good, the warmth seeping into her bones. She hadn’t forgotten how beautiful Parker Manor was, though. A feeling of peace settled over her as she walked up to the split-rail fence that defined the perimeters of the Parker place. She could see now that the wood was old and rotted, the paint peeling. When she was younger she’d helped Bode whitewash it every summer.
Overhead, the sun beat down on her head and back. In the distance the main house beckoned her. She looked at it now with adult eyes. It wasn’t just beautiful, it was magnificent. Despite the flaking paint, the soaring white columns stood sentinel to another time. The old brick, softened over the years to a warm, petal pink, brought tears to her eyes. She swallowed, a lump in her throat, as she stared at the banks of flowers in bloom, the emerald grass, greener than any jewel, where she’d romped and played as a child.
Yesterday.
Yesterday was gone, tomorrow wasn’t here yet. All she had was today. Today and a lifetime of memories. Bode, Callie, Sela and, of course, Pearl, were such a part of her life it felt like they were all attached by some invisible umbilical cord.
Brie dug her feet into the sandy earth as she propped her elbows on the rotted fence. This was home—maybe not in the legal sense of the word, but it was the only place where she had felt she truly belonged. And all because of Pearl and her childhood friends. She sank down on the turf and closed her eyes. When she. opened them again she was a child, driving up the long brick-lined drive surrounded by the glorious angel oaks she was staring at now, twenty-five years later.
Will I like coming here to play, Mama?
Brie had asked fearfully.
You’d better like it, as I’m not coming to fetch you till six-thirty. Now, remember, if they ask you to stay for supper, you say yes, it’s okay for you to eat with them.
What if you forget to come and pick me up? Will I have to sleep here, too?
Brie whimpered.
If they ask you to sleep over, you can say yes. When Mr. Parker came into the café to ask if you could come out here to play with Miss Callie, he said there would be times when you would eat with Miss Callie and maybe sleep over. You mind your manners, missy, and don’t be giving them any problems. You can get out now and walk up to the house.
By myself?
You’re five years old, Brie. Act like it,
her mother said. I have to get back to work.
Brie slid from the car. She poked her head in the open window, and cried, What if they don’t like me, Mama? If they don’t like me, should I come out here to the fence and wait for you?
Mrs. Canfield worked her face into something that resembled a smile and a frown. It’s up to you to make them like you. I don’t have the money to pay someone to watch you during the summer, Brie. You’ll have to stay by yourself at the apartment, the way you did this last year. You need to be responsible. You went to kindergarten. You were supposed to learn how to get along with other kids. You did, didn’t you?
She sounded like she didn’t care one way or the other.
Yes, Mama.
Go along now, I have to get back to the café.
Good-bye, Mama.
She stretched her head as far into the car as she could, hoping her mother would give her a kiss or a pat on the head, but she didn’t. Brie backed away until her little body was pressed against the fence. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She wiped at them with the sleeve of her dress. She just wanted to cry and cry until she fell asleep in the bright sunshine with the umbrella of trees that dripped Spanish moss.
She looked down the drive then, at the big white house with its stately columns. It hurt her eyes to stare at it, pretty as it was. It was Callie Parker’s home. She must be a princess, Brie decided. And her father, the king, asked Brie’s mother if she could come here and play. She wondered if Callie Parker, the princess, had a magic wand that she waved around. Maybe she wasn’t a plain princess, but a fairy princess. Miss Roland read stories about fairy princesses in school. Or maybe Callie Parker was like Cinderella.
Brie started to weep again as she allowed herself to crumple to the ground alongside the fence. What was she going to do if the princess didn’t like her, or want to play with her? I’m going to stay right here and wait for my mama to come and get me,
she said defiantly. Eventually she dozed off, the sun warming her trembling body. She didn’t wake until she felt herself being picked up and cradled in strong arms.
Chile, are you all right? How did you get here? Who are you?
My name is Briana Canfield. My mama brought me here to play with Miss Callie. Is she a princess? Are you her mama? My mama said I had to make you like me so I could stay. I don’t know how to play with a princess. I was waiting for my mama to come back for me. How long is it till six-thirty?
"Lord, chile, that’s a long time. That’s suppertime here at Parker Manor. We don’t have any princesses here or even a prince. We have a little girl and a little boy. My name is Pearl and I take care of things here. I’m going to take care of you, too."
Truly you will?
Brie said, her eyes round with awe.
Truly I will,
Pearl declared, hugging her so tight Brie found herself gasping, but she didn’t loosen the hold she had on Pearl’s neck.
Does that mean you will love me? What do you want me to do, Miss Pearl? I can fold towels and dry the dishes. I know how to make my bed, and I carry the trash outside to the can.
She got a second hug, this one even better than the first. It feels good when you do that,
she whispered.
Doesn’t your mother hug you, chile?
Pearl asked in surprise, as she rocked the small body in her arms.
Hardly ever. She’s too busy making a living and going to town with people she says are my uncles. I don’t think I have any uncles. Miss Roland at school said I didn’t have any uncles. Am I too heavy for you, Miss Pearl?
Honey, you’re lighter than a feather. You look tuckered out, so I have a mind to carry you all the way up this long drive, around the back, and into the house where you can have breakfast with Bode and Miss Callie. That’s if you haven’t eaten yet. Have you?
No, Miss Pearl. Mama gave me a donut. She had to drive me here and then go to work. She didn’t have time to make me breakfast,
Brie said as she tried to mash herself closer to the large black woman holding her. She felt so good, so snug and secure, and the kisses Pearl was giving her felt better than anything she’d ever experienced in her young life.
The closer they got to the main house, the wider Brie’s eyes became. Is this a palace, Miss Pearl? It looks like a picture in my storybooks.
It’s just a house, chile. It looks big because it’s white, and the sun shines on it. I think you’re going to like coming here to play.
Will the children like me?
Brie asked, her face puckered in worry.
Of course. Another little girl is coming out today, too. Mr. Parker made the arrangements. I thought you were both coming together. If I had known you’d be here this early and alone, I would have walked out to meet you. It’s not nice to leave guests alone at the gates.
I don’t mind, Miss Pearl. Did my mama make a mistake? I can tell her if she did.
No, chile. I’m the one who’s at fault. I guess I didn’t understand Mr. Parker’s instructions. It looks like we have a welcoming committee.
Pearl set Brie down on her feet.
Brie hung on to Pearl’s skirt, her face flushed, as she stared at the two children on the back porch. She felt tears well in her eyes at the sight of Callie Parker in her pink, ruffled dress with the matching hair ribbon. Her gold hair hung in ringlets about her ears, but it was the heart-shaped locket around her neck that drew Brie’s eye. She had to be a princess: only princesses wore gold around their necks. With five-year-old wisdom, she knew she was dressed all wrong. Her frock was old and faded, her shoes scuffed and unpolished, her socks a grayish color. She didn’t have a hair ribbon in her own dark hair; she didn’t even have a barrette. Her hair was pulled back with a rubber band. Brie wanted to cry again until she felt Pearl’s hand in her own. The woman gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Miss Callie, Bode, this is Briana Canfield. I think she likes to be called Brie. Her mother brought her out here to play with you. There’s going to be another little girl coming at lunchtime. I want you all to be friends, but first I’m going to make breakfast. You can all sit here on the back swing and get acquainted. Briana, this is Callie Parker and Bode Jessup.
Brie’s eyes followed Pearl as she walked through the kitchen door. The urge to cry again was so strong she pinched herself. This hurt so bad her eyes started to smart. She blinked hard and fast so the children wouldn’t think she was crying. I like Miss Pearl. A lot,
she said.
You should like her a lot,
the boy named Bode said. She’s the nicest person in the world.
I love her,
Callie said. Loving is better than liking, isn’t it, Bode?
Bode pondered the question. Because he was seven years old, Callie thought he knew everything. He always tried to come up with a response that made sense. He knew he could fib to Callie and she wouldn’t know the difference because she was only four and believed everything she, was told, but he didn’t like to lie. Today Brie likes her,
he said. Tomorrow she can love her like we do. Today is the first day. Will you love her tomorrow, Brie?
Oh yes. Maybe by tonight even.
Push us, Bode,
Callie said. Hold my hand, Brie. Then you move your legs in and out when Bode pushes us. He hops on after we get going good.
Brie did as instructed, squealing with delight.
Bode pushes better than Pearl. He does everything the best. I love Bode. Do you love Bode, Brie? Pearl says everyone loves Bode. If Pearl says it, then it’s true words,
four-year-old Callie said importantly. Do you love him?
Yes,
Brie mumbled as she worked her legs under the swing to pick up momentum.
Tell Brie about your name, Bode. She needs to know that. Pearl said we have to ’splain things.
Bode walked around to the front of the swing. He grinned at Brie. You spell my name B-o-w-d-e-y Jessup. But,
he said, holding up his hand, you pronounce it Bo-dee and you spell it B-o-d-e. My teacher figured it out for me. Mama Pearl said it was right, so it’s right. Mama Pearl never tells a lie. Never!
he repeated solemnly.
You have to love Pearl, too, but you can’t love her as much as we do,
Callie piped up. We were here first, and Pearl loves us first, too. That means she loves us more—isn’t that right, Bode?
No, that’s not right. Don’t you be saying things like that to hurt Brie’s feelings. Pearl has lots and lots of love.
She loves me most, she truly does. You came after me, Bode, and now Brie is here. She has to love me more. Pe-e-e-arll!
she wailed.
The housekeeper was out on the porch in the time it took Brie to take a breath. What’s wrong, honey?
Bode shuffled his feet and Brie hung her head. Pearl repeated the question, her voice stern once she was satisfied that Callie was all right and hadn’t fallen off the swing.
Hands on hips, head tilted to the side, Pearl said, I’m waiting to see what that caterwauling was all about. Some chile on this porch better speak to me quick.
You love me best—that’s true words, right, Pearl? I love you best, then I love Bode, and then I love Brie. Tell them the true words, Pearl.
Brie stared at her new friend and saw how anxious the little girl was. Instinct told her it was very important for her new friend to be loved best. She looked at Bode, saw his miserable eyes. He wanted to be loved best, too—she could tell. So did she. She remembered how wonderful it had felt when Pearl picked her up and cuddled her. Childishly, she crossed her fingers and said under her breath: "Let her pick me. Just for today. Please let it be me."
Pearl’s hands moved. Bode hopped on the swing, his eyes glued to Pearl as he waited.
Love is a wonderful thing,
the housekeeper told them gently. It’s not something to fun with or talk about in a mean way. God says we should all love one another. There’s different kinds of love, but you children are too young to be knowing about that. I love each of you, not one more than the other. My heart is near to bursting knowing you all love old Pearl. Now, come to Pearl so she can give you each a kiss and a hug before she serves you your breakfast.
Callie scrambled off the swing first to run to Pearl. She wrapped her arms around the woman’s heavy thighs, blubbering, I love you the mostest, Pearl. Bushels and bushels.
Bode was on his feet, his arms around Pearl’s waist. Brie heard him whisper, It’s okay to love her the best, Mama Pearl.
Brie held back, uncertain if she belonged in the tight little circle. Tears burned her eyes. She wanted to be there, wanted the kiss and the hug, wanted the warmth and the smile from the housekeeper. The moment she saw her hold out her arms she moved like lightning. The kiss and hug were everything, almost better than Christmas morning. She grinned at Bode who poked her lightly in the arm.
So loved . . .
Brie sighed mightily. She should get back in the car and drive up the road between the arc of angel oaks. Memories hurt too much. Better not to call them up—but then, how did one do that?
She shielded her eyes from the bright sun as she stared around at the place she loved more than anything on earth. In so many ways it was home. A home she hadn’t visited in years and years. And why is that, Brie Canfield?
Because, she said, answering herself, I couldn’t bear to see Bode, and I couldn’t fool myself any longer about the fact that Pearl loved Callie and Bode best. She dropped to her haunches alongside a thick row of daisies that Pearl had planted. Daisies were Brie’s favorite flower because you could play he loves me, he loves me not
with the petals.
So many memories, so many years. Another time, another life. And now she was back for Callie’s wedding. Not to Bode Jessup but to Wynfield Archer. She picked a daisy, started to pluck the petals—he loves me, he loves me not
. . . and wiped at a tear sliding down her cheek. Then she saw him. The same old Bode, riding his bike. He was wearing jeans and an open-necked white shirt and on his feet were scuffed, $10.98 high-top Keds sneakers. He was an attorney now in Summerville. Family law, Callie had written in one of her letters. She’d gone on to say that the Judge, meaning Judge Avery Summers, had said Bode was the best lawyer to come out of the state of South Carolina. Brie had been so pleased to hear that—but then she’d always known Bode would be successful. Bode was a kind, generous, compassionate man. If he wasn’t all those things, she wouldn’t love him. God, it still hurt.
He saw her then, his face lighting in a smile that was so warm it rivaled the sun. I see it, but I don’t believe it,
he said, sliding off the bike and leaning it against the fence. I called you a hundred times, Brie, but you didn’t return a single one of them.
I know. I didn’t want to . . . impose.
She was mangling the daisy in her hand.
"Impose ? You wake me up in the middle of the night to talk, and I oblige. You promise to call—you don’t. I goddamn worried about you, Brie! That was a damn selfish thing you did."
I’m sorry, Bode. I needed to talk that night, that’s all. I had to get a grip on things on my own. It was something I had to do alone.
Bode squatted down and picked a daisy. And did you?
I’m here, aren’t I?
You look like a skeleton,
Bode snapped.
Brie smiled wryly. I just put on five pounds.
Jesus. Well, Mama Pearl will have you ten pounds heavier by this time tomorrow—count on it. I forgive you,
Bode said, putting his arm around her shoulder.
Who asked you to forgive me?
She bridled. Stuff it, Bode.
Testy, aren’t we?
He grinned.
Brie didn’t rise to the bait. When Bode made her smile, that meant things were all right between them—and things weren’t all right.
What are you doing here at this time of the day?
she asked. Why aren’t you out there doing whatever it is you legal types do? Did Callie and Sela get here yet?
I have court this afternoon. I’m on my way to the store now because Mama Pearl wanted me to pick up a few things for her. I try to get out here at least three times a week. To answer your other question, Sela is due sometime today and Callie is driving down from Columbia this evening. You didn’t tell them, did you?
No. Does that mean you did?
No. They’re your friends. I thought women tended to cluster up and talk things to death when one of them was in difficulty.
That just goes to show you don’t know diddly about women.
Bode shrugged. Are you okay—that’s all I want to know.
Brie stared at her childhood friend who had taken his place in the world, ever so successfully. He wasn’t handsome, and he wasn’t ugly; he was somewhere in between, with dark eyes, curly black hair and skin so blemish-free she wanted to swat him. He had dimples that he hated, a cleft in his chin that she adored, and a rangy body that rivaled Clint Eastwood in his younger days. His smile was special. It was like Pearl’s: it welcomed and warmed you at the same time; and when he held out his hand to take yours, you knew you were one of the chosen few he allowed inside his private world. And he loved someone else.
I’m okay,
she said slowly. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here. Yes, I’ve lost too much weight, but I was getting a little thick in all the wrong places. It’s going back on slowly. I can’t truthfully say I’m the old me yet, but I am okay. You can stop worrying, Bode.
What happened to us, Brie?
She wanted to say: You jerk, you know damn well what happened! I threw myself at you at my graduation, and what did you do? You told me ‘thanks, but no thanks.’ Things were different. We weren’t kids anymore. I suppose it was the moment, graduating and being scared of going out into the world. When you showed up at my graduation, I mistakenly thought that you and I . . .
Brie struggled to her feet, a handful of daisies in her clenched fist. She opened it and let the blooms fall to the ground.
Brie . . .
What?
she snapped, her eyes beginning to water. Without waiting for an answer, she trudged down the road, leaving her car at the gates and Bode staring after her. This was like that first time, a lifetime ago. It seemed to her, through her tear-filled gaze, that the oaks swayed, their branches bending to create a haven, an umbrella, to shield her from all her troubles. When she was almost to the end of the tunnel the oaks created, her feet started to move faster, as if they had a will of their own.
"Pe-e-e-arll!" she wailed, the sound carrying across the acreage. When she saw her, she dropped to her knees, her arms stretched out in front of her. Within seconds, Pearl had her in her arms, was stroking her hair, raining kisses over her face.
Sweet chile, tell Pearl what’s wrong.
Oh Pearl, it’s so good to see you. Just hug me for a minute. You smell so good. You feel even better, just the way I remember,
Brie mumbled, closing her eyes. She could have drifted off to sleep, that’s how safe and secure she felt.
Now, now, Miz Brie, old Pearl’s here. I’m not going anywhere.
To prove her point, big as she was, Pearl gracefully lowered herself to the ground from her kneeling position, without loosening her hold on the young woman in her capacious lap. She crooned old lullabies from the past, Brie singing along with her in a whisper.
A while later, Pearl raised her eyes to see Bode standing at the end of the tunnel. She knew he had been there for as long as she’d been sitting on the ground. Her head dipped slightly. Bode turned around. She watched until he was out of sight. Tears burned the old woman’s eyes. Only the Lord knew how much she loved that boy and this girl in her arms, although Bode was a man now and this feather-light bundle a woman. To Pearl they would always be children—her children, because no one else had the time to give them the love they needed and deserved.
Brie stirred. Oh Pearl, I fell asleep. I’m sorry. How long have we been sitting here in the middle of the path? It’s so good to be back. I never know how much I miss you and this place until I come back.
Now, you tell me what’s wrong. We aren’t moving from this spot until Pearl knows why you look like you do. You tell me and don’t leave out even one word.
Safe in Pearl’s arms, Brie bared her soul. I’m okay now,
she finished. "Talking to Bode about it helped a lot. I should have come back here sooner, but I wanted to work it out on my own. I nearly called you so many times, Pearl, but I knew I’d cry and that would set me back so I . . . I have it under control now. I’ve made decisions, I’ve followed through, and my life is going to take another course. In a way, I’ll still be in law enforcement. I guess none of this makes sense to you, but that’s okay. No man is an island . . . that kind of thing. God, I am so glad to be here! I’ve missed you, Pearl. There are no words to tell you how much. And Bode, he made it right. How does he do that, Pearl?"
My boy, he just knows how to do that. He’s a fine man, Miz Brie.
Yes he is, Pearl. He’s so caring and unselfish. I don’t know many people like that. Well, maybe one other person.
And who might that be?
Pearl bridled.
You, Pearl. Bode is like he is because of you. If I searched my soul from now till the end of time, I couldn’t give you a better answer. All of us—Callie, Sela, me, Bode—are what and who we are because of you. Did I ever thank you, Pearl, for all you did for me over the years?
Every single day, Miz Brie. It was easy because I love you all so much my heart wants to burst sometimes. Don’t you be thinking you can slack off now because you’re all growed up, mind. Pearl won’t stand for that.
Brie chuckled. "Come on, Pearl, I’m going to walk us home." God, how wonderful that one little word sounded.
When Brie was on her feet, Pearl’s large hands cupped her face. You listen to me now. What you did, you did because you didn’t have any other choice. Lots and lots of times I make mistakes that bother my soul. I pray to my Maker and explain things and He lifts the burden off my shoulders because He knows my soul is pure. He knows you did what you had to do. He’s not punishing you, Miz Brie, you’re punishing yourself. You can’t be doing that anymore. You have to get on with your life and trust the Lord knew what He was doing when He took that boy into His arms. He did, you know. He’s probably an angel now, watching us and listening to us talk. The Lord acts in mysterious ways. The preacher says that most every day.
I didn’t know you made mistakes, Pearl,
Brie teased.
One or two that was important. Maybe a few others that aren’t too important. The Lord didn’t strike me dead so I guess He’s working on making my mistakes right. Leastways, I hope He is. We’re done with our serious talking now, Miz Brie. I’m going to make you some griddle cakes and you’re going to pick some flowers for the kitchen table. Don’t be picking them so short I can’t put them in the milk bottle.
Do you want me to pick some for you to put on Lazarus’s grave?
I done that this morning, early.
Are you ever sorry you didn’t marry Lazarus, Pearl?
You’re minding my business now, Miz Brie.
I’m sorry, Pearl. You’re right, it’s none of my business.
That’s what I said,
Pearl snapped. You run along now and pick those flowers.
Yes, ma’am,
Brie said, moving off to the left where the garden was in full bloom.
Brie looked around at the wild array of flowers, all planted by Pearl. She knew a handful wouldn’t be missed if she picked them, yet still she hated to break off the stems. Maybe she’d pick just one flower and make the bouquet full of green leaves and grasses. She smiled, remembering the old glass milk bottle with the narrow neck; as children they’d all picked huge bouquets and then watched while Pearl tried to fit them into the bottle. In the end she’d groused and grumbled and stuck them in an old lard can she stored under the sink right next to the jar where Bode kept his money.
Brie whirled around. "Thank You, God—for Pearl, for Bode, for Callie and Sela. Thank You for this place, thank You for everything. I swear to You, I’ll always try to be as good as Pearl and Bode because I know they’re two of Your favorite people. I’m going to go back to church again, too. I don’t know when that will be, exactly, but. You know I never break a promise. She ended her little talk with the Lord the way Pearl had taught her.
This is Brie Canfield at Parker Manor." She skipped her way back to the house, a single white daisy and a clump of greenery in her hand.
Home.
Brie watched Pearl as she worked at the kitchen sink. I think I’ll go up to the gate and wait for Sela, unless you have something you want me to do? I always loved it when you came up the tunnel, as we called it, to greet us. I’ll take your place and greet Sela. I miss her. I bet you do, too.
Ever the diplomat, Pearl said, I surely do, just the way I missed you, Miz Brie, and my own baby chile. Miz Callie would come down once a month from Columbia, but she called me most every day. It’s right, you young people have to live your lives. This house belongs to another time. You run along now, and I’ll have some breakfast waiting for Miz Sela when you bring her down.
As she made her way down the dappled tunnel, the moss on the ground was springy under Brie’s sneaker-clad feet. She stopped for a moment and bounced on it. Then she laughed and started to run, zigzagging to the left then to the right the way she’d done thousands of times when she was a child. When she came to her car and the split-rail fence, she was breathless, and there was a smile on her face as she dropped to the ground, her back against a gnarled oak.
Brie lost all sense of time as she roll-called her memories. Arms locked around her knees, she only looked up when she heard a car slow down and come to a halt next to her own rental car.
Brie! What are you doing sitting up here?
Sela called as she fought with the door to get to her friend. God, it’s good to see you. Let me look at you! Uh-oh—what have we here? You’re way too thin, and are those bags I see beneath your eyes? Yes, they are. Well, I have just the thing for those in my cosmetic case. And why are you sitting up here all by yourself? Is something wrong? Where’s the mistress of the manor?
Brie was on her feet in a second and in Sela’s arms.
One question at a time.
She giggled. I came up here to wait for you. I got here earlier. Yes, I’m too thin, and thanks for the offer of the cosmetics. The mistress of the manor is due this evening. She’s driving down from Columbia and should get here around nine or ten, or so Pearl said. Bode was here earlier. Pearl’s in the kitchen where she always is. In fact, she sent me out to pick some flowers, and she’s making breakfast for us. God, it’s good to see you, Sela. You look great, but then you always do. And beautiful.
Beautiful my ass.
Sela grinned. I was the plain one, remember? I was also the wild one, the mouthy one, the one who was always in some kind of trouble. I was the first one to have sex, too. But I shared all my knowledge! And no, I don’t regret anything. I’ve learned not to look back. Yesterday is gone, Brie.
Yeah, I know. Sad, huh?
Sela lit a cigarette and offered one to Brie. They leaned against the split-rail fence and smoked, each trying to