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A Special Kind Of Family
Eileen Berger
A FAMILY FOR VANESSALife in Sylvan Falls was picture-perfect for Vanessa McHenry–until her beloved grandmother broke her hip, leaving five troubled teens in Vanessa's care. Vanessa struggled to balance her job with her new family, but without helpful neighbors she didn't have a prayer….A LITTLE FAITH AND A LOT OF LOVERob Corland knew he was taking a chance that his heart would break a second time when he offered Vanessa a supportive hand. Yet Rob was determined to show Vanessa she was deserving of love. And he was praying that he'd be able to open her heart.
Rob wondered if his emotions had been that obvious.
The empathy in Vanessa’s concerned blue eyes almost unnerved him. His arms ached to hold her, and he suspected that, were they alone, nothing would keep him from putting his arms around her. But he couldn’t do that, not here in the presence of the girls.
And not without having at least some idea of how Vanessa really felt about him—and how she’d respond!
He blinked hard to clear his vision and, hopefully, to clear his mind. Her head tilted in that questioning way he’d begun to recognize.
“Headache, Rob?”
He grinned slightly. What would she say or do if I were to admit it was my heart, rather than my head, giving me difficulties?
EILEEN BERGER
has been writing for many years, mostly children’s stories and poetry when her daughter and two sons were small, before having hundreds of other manuscripts published. She had been happy growing up on a farm, then living for a time in two major American cities, but feels blessed to continue living in the same north-central Pennsylvania town, Hughesville, where she and her husband, Bob, raised their now-grown children.
She is active in writing circles as speaker, teacher, board member, panelist, conference director and contest coordinator, but is especially grateful for the West Branch Christian Writers, the wonderful critique/support group without which she says she might never have gotten even the first of her six novels published.
A Special Kind of Family
Eileen Berger
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
There is a time for everything, and a season
for every activity under heaven…a time to heal…
—Ecclesiastes 3: 1, 3
To—
Vicki, Jim and Bill,
Our children who, while growing up,
never seemed to notice that a typewriter on the
dining-room table was not a usual part of their
friends’ decor. You have given your father and me
much joy and reasons for thankfulness.
We dearly love you.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
Letter to Reader
Chapter One
Although it wasn’t quite dark yet, streetlights were already glimmering by the time Vanessa McHenry drove into town. Because she had worked late, there had been only a few minutes to visit at the hospital with her cousin, Keith, his wife, and their new baby; Gram wouldn’t be able to leave to see her newborn great-granddaughter until Vanessa came to relieve her.
She always enjoyed the small-town ambiance of wide sidewalks overhung by yellow-and red-leafed maples, some branching in an archway above macadamized Main Street. But as she passed the cross-street she abruptly stopped humming along with her car radio; the red Sylvan Falls Volunteer Fire Company ambulance looked frighteningly out of place in front of Gram’s big, white, early-Victorian house.
She parked hastily, and was just getting out of her car when AnnaMae came running down the porch steps. “Oh, Vanessa! Gram fell—they think her hip’s broken!”
Oh, no—not Gram! “What happened?” She, too, was running now, horrified at this happening to the woman they all loved.
“She was up on a chair, reaching for a dish on the top shelf of one of the kitchen cabinets.” AnnaMae’s hand slid into Vanessa’s as they hurried up the steps. “I called 911, like she told me to.”
“That’s good—just what I’d have done had I been here.” Gram’s girls, as she usually thought of them, needed a lot of building up.
“We tried to get hold of you at your office and at your apartment—Gram wanted you to come right away, and to bring stuff so you could stay overnight with us—or at least till we find out how bad she is.”
They were inside, through the hallway, and Rob Corland looked up from where he and another man knelt beside Gram on the kitchen’s off-white linoleum. “We’re almost sure the hip’s fractured, Van.”
Her brief smile as she dropped to her knees beside him was meant to convey gratitude for his help and for the information, but she turned away quickly, leaning over her grandmother. “Are you having an awful lot of pain?”
“Not too bad—when I don’t move.” She appeared fairly calm, but there were fine vertical lines between her salt-and-pepper brows and at the outer corners of her eyes.
Rob gave the older woman’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be as gentle as possible, Gram, but we must get you onto this firm stretcher and to the emergency room. Maybe X rays will show you’re just bruised.”
It wasn’t strange that he’d call her Gram; many people who weren’t related did so. Looking around, Vanessa saw the worry on the faces of the five girls who were hovering as near as possible. Getting to her feet, she drew them away so the men could do whatever was necessary.
Jana Jenson, the wide-eyed seventeen-year-old, blurted, “I said I’d get that dish for her, but…”
Gram’s firm voice interjected with, “There’s no way I’d let you—any of you—climb up on a chair in your condition!”
Vanessa forced herself to refrain from mentioning the folding step stool she’d bought last year, or that Jana, though about six months pregnant, probably wouldn’t have fallen. “I’ll follow the ambulance to the hospital….”
“Oh, no, dear.” Gram wasn’t missing a thing. “You’re needed here.”
She sucked in her breath and nodded slowly, knowing that, according to the rules, some responsible adult must, indeed, be present in a supervisory capacity. All six of them followed the men out onto the large porch, down the steps and to the curb, where they watched Gram being lifted into the ambulance.
Rob turned. “I’ve been praying for her ever since we got the call, Van, and will keep on doing that—for all of you.” His dark-brown eyes were warm with sincerity and concern as they looked down into hers. “I’ll call if I learn anything, but I won’t be able to stay at the hospital very long.”
“Thanks, Rob. I do appreciate you and Pete coming right away, and taking such good care of her,” she replied, including the younger man in her smile. Rob’s authority and calm manner had helped her as much as it did Gram and the others. She added with a twinge of nostalgia, “I remember, when we were dating, your taking all those EMT classes so you could volunteer while not working at the funeral home.”
He was inside the vehicle, making adjustments, busy with things she couldn’t even guess at. He grinned at Gram, although he seemed to be obliquely responding to Vanessa’s words, “Otherwise, I wouldn’t get to sit here beside you and hold your hand as we go for a ride.”
Vanessa couldn’t make out Gram’s reply, but it didn’t sound upset. Moisture came into her eyes as he pulled the rear doors closed and the ambulance started to move. She looked around at the girls with her, seeing tears running down their cheeks as they continued calling goodbyes.
She cleared her throat, not wanting them to suspect she was every bit as concerned as they. “I suppose you’ve eaten, but I haven’t. Let’s go see what’s in the freezer. Gram usually has ice cream, so perhaps we can make sundaes.”
“Or milkshakes,” Kate Frye countered.
“That sounds good, too.” Vanessa was fairly sure the girl was simply trying for some feeling of normalcy. “And there’s probably popcorn, at least Gram used to always keep it on hand.”
They trooped up the steps, through the huge front doorway with its imposing fan-shaped glass at the top and a tall panel at each side, and entered the large hallway leading to the kitchen at the far left corner of the house.
Vanessa already knew the girls, for she’d been involved ever since Gram first spoke of opening her home to young women unable or unwilling to keep their babies, yet not choosing to abort them.
Keith’s wife, Andi, and her father had provided the grant money, but Vanessa did most of the leg-work necessary to bring it into being—and she was still amazed that her brilliant lawyer-mother, who usually seemed so cool and uncaring, had volunteered to handle all legal matters!
Kate had been the first to move in, recommended by the pastor of a church in a nearby city. Almost twenty, she was the oldest; the next, a year younger, was AnnaMae, whose parents wanted nothing more to do with her because of her “grievous sin.” Ricki, also 19, had been told she had to leave home if she didn’t agree to an abortion. Vanessa felt especially bad for Jana and Barbara, both 17 and still in high school.
As they took care of getting the food, Vanessa called Andi’s room in the obstetrics department. “I’m relieved you’re still at the hospital, Keith,” she began as her favorite cousin picked up the phone. “I’m at Gram’s. She fell in the kitchen, and we think her hip’s broken.”
“I’ll be right there!”
She recognized the apprehension in his voice, and shook her head, although he couldn’t see that, of course. “I have to stay with the girls, but the ambulance is on its way there, to the Emergency Room.”
“Who’s on this evening?”
“Rob Corland’s in charge. He handled things really well, I think. And Gram didn’t appear worried once she knew I’d stay overnight.”
“I’m sorry that’s necessary, Van.”
“It’s the least I can do.”
There was a slow exhalation before his next words. “I’ll go down to the ER right away, and stay with her through X rays and whatever they have to do.”
“Keith? You’ll let us know as soon as you find out anything?”
“Of course.”
The girls had waited for Vanessa to finish the call and join them. AnnaMae stopped Jana as she picked up her spoon to begin her vanilla ice cream island in its sea of chocolate syrup. “Shouldn’t we pray for Gram before we eat?”
There were nods and the sound of shuffling feet beneath the table as she added, “And remember, Gram says we’ve got to believe that God can heal, and that He wants us to keep praying, to keep talking to Him about everything.”
She turned toward Vanessa. “How about you praying out loud?”
Vanessa did precious little praying anymore—although she’d been desperately doing some within these past minutes. She figured she probably had little right to ask for anything, anyway, as her prayers had often been prompted by situations she might have avoided. “Why don’t you, AnnaMae, since it’s your idea?”
AnnaMae’s long, dark-brown hair slid forward over her shoulders as she bent her head. “Dear God, please take care of Gram. She’s such a good person and we love her a lot. I guess we should have tried harder to keep her from getting up on that chair, but she didn’t want any of us to get hurt.”
Vanessa heard what sounded like a choked sob on her right, and reached to squeeze Barb’s hand as AnnaMae continued, “We’d sure like You to make her hip not broken, God, but if it is, help it to not hurt too bad, and help it get fixed and heal real fast. Amen.” She did not look around, but picked up her spoon and moved it about in her dish before raising ice cream to her lips.
That was a prayer Vanessa could relate to, short and saying exactly what it was meant to.
She should have phoned Dad before eating, and Uncle Isaac, and Aunt Phyllis, so she finished quickly and made those calls. She found that Dad was away, not expected back until tomorrow, but Mother would try to contact him tonight. Uncle Isaac said he’d leave for the hospital immediately, and her aunt, already at the hospital as second shift nursing supervisor, would go check on Gram. In addition, Aunt Phyl would come to Gram’s the next morning, when Vanessa would need to leave for work.
Vanessa understood the girls’ wanting to stay up until they learned how Gram was making out, so she agreed. They watched two half-hour TV comedies before receiving Keith’s call.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting so long, but her hip is broken, as we thought. She’s in Room 417, and has had pain medication. Her heart, blood pressure and everything else are good, thank God, and Dr. Rosemont, the orthopedic surgeon, hopes to operate in a day or two.”
“I hope he can!” Vanessa passed on this information to the anxious girls, then asked if he’d be staying much longer.
“No, Gram’s getting drowsy, probably from the medicine, but I’ll stop again in the morning on my way to work, after I check in with Andi and our adorable little Katherine.”
She could almost hear the smile in his voice. This was the way it was supposed to be when you loved someone, wasn’t it? “Sleep well, Keith. And kiss your daughter for me when you see her.”
“Sure will, Van. With pleasure!”
Vanessa rolled over to push in the alarm button ten minutes before it was set to ring, and was ready for the day by the time Jana and Barb got downstairs, dressed for school. They’d said the night before that all they wanted for breakfast was fruit, hot chocolate and cornflakes, so she had that waiting for them on the kitchen table.
The other three were at the table by the time Aunt Phyllis Bastian arrived. “I stopped to see Mom and talked with one of her nurses just before I left this morning. She had a fairly good night, considering everything.”
That didn’t satisfy Jana. “Does she still hurt so awful much?”
