Hope Burns
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“I don’t know about this,” she said.
Carter looked up. “What about it?”
“I might have gone a little too far on the scary side, instead of funny.”
He got up, and came over, his shoulder brushing against hers as he got in front of her pumpkin. “That’s really good, Molly.”
“You think so?”
“Definitely.”
She’d wanted to do a funny, devilish look. Instead, her pumpkin looked demonic. Still, she’d had fun.
“I guess it’ll have to do,” she said. “And the good news is, I’m finished.”
“Me, too.”
She walked over to his, her jaw dropping. “You did this freehand?”
“Yeah.”
He had carved the Grim Reaper into his pumpkin. It was beautiful.
“I’m so impressed, Carter. You’re really artistic.”
He shrugged, then grabbed a paper towel to wipe his hands. “It was fun. I could have done better if I’d taken a little more time. I hope your mom likes it.”
“She’s going to love it. Really love it. Let’s show my parents.”
They carried the pumpkins into the living room.
“Wow,” her mother said. “These are so impressive. I love yours, Molly. It’s so scary. And Carter, that’s . . . wow. Did you use those stencil sets?”
Molly shook her head. “Carter carved his freehand.”
“That’s amazing, Carter,” her dad said. “I didn’t know you were that creative.”
He laughed. “Thanks. I’ve had a lot of practice over the years. I’m a big fan of Halloween.”
“So am I,” her mom said. “Thank you for taking the time to do this. And Carter, especially you. I know you didn’t come over to carve pumpkins tonight.”
“Trust me, it was my pleasure.”
“How about we light these babies up and see how they look?” Molly asked.
Her mother smiled. “Oh, I’d love to see them.”
Molly went into the kitchen to grab two tea light candles. They set them in the bottom, got them lit, and her dad turned the lights out.
“Oh, my,” her mom said. “They’re gorgeous.”
They were, especially Carter’s. And seeing her mom so happy made Molly’s heart soar.
They set the pumpkins out on the front porch, then took a step back to admire their work.
“They look good,” Molly said.
“Yeah, they do.”
She turned to him. “Thanks again for helping out. I would have hated doing both these pumpkins by myself.”
“There’s no fun in doing it alone.”
“Do you have pumpkins on your porch?”
“Of course.”
“Did you do them by yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry. I would have gladly helped you.”
He laughed and put his arm around her. “Thanks, but I think you’re lying.”
“You’re right. I hated every minute of that mess. And speaking of mess, I need to go clean that up. Would you like some coffee?”
“In other words, you’re inviting me to come in and help you clean up pumpkin guts.”
“Darnit. My nefarious plan is spoiled. But yes, that’s exactly it.”
“You’re a hard sell, Burnett. But I’m game. After that, we can go over the paperwork.”
“Okay.”
They went back inside. Her mom was in her wheelchair, both she and her dad getting ready to head off to bed for the night. Molly offered to help get Mom situated in her bedroom, but Dad declined, saying he had it covered, so she and Carter said their good-nights, then went into the kitchen to clean up the pumpkin mess. Carter bagged all the remnants while Molly washed the knives, the kitchen table and counter. It was done in a matter of minutes, then she made coffee for both of them.
They sat at the table and she opened the envelope containing the project papers so she could scan through them while they sipped their drinks.
She scanned the revised blueprints. “What do you think about the landscaping in the park area?”
He stood and came over to her, leaning over the table to point out a couple of areas. “I’m a little concerned about these. I think we should switch out some of the bushes for trees in this area, and put the bushes over here, plus some perennials in this spot. This is the southern exposure, so it makes more sense, plus it’ll put the trees over on the west side to provide more shade in the hotter part of the summer.”
Molly looked at the plan now, then envisioned Carter’s suggestion. She nodded. “I agree. Your way is better. Plus, if we move one of the benches under the trees, it’s a shady area for people to sit.”
He made some notes. “Good point. Let’s bring that up at the next committee meeting on Tuesday.”
They discussed a few of the other agenda items. Carter had good insights, and great ideas. She liked talking with him about business. She could see why his auto shops were a success. He had an eye for details and was well organized. She wished she had been here to see him grow his business from the ground up.
But she hadn’t, because of circumstances that had directly involved him—circumstances she’d shoved to the back of her mind and refused to rehash. Not now when they were just starting to get along again.
She was enjoying this time with him, probably because she knew it was temporary. As soon as her mother was back on her feet again, she was gone.
Carter looked up. “What about it?”
“I might have gone a little too far on the scary side, instead of funny.”
He got up, and came over, his shoulder brushing against hers as he got in front of her pumpkin. “That’s really good, Molly.”
“You think so?”
“Definitely.”
She’d wanted to do a funny, devilish look. Instead, her pumpkin looked demonic. Still, she’d had fun.
“I guess it’ll have to do,” she said. “And the good news is, I’m finished.”
“Me, too.”
She walked over to his, her jaw dropping. “You did this freehand?”
“Yeah.”
He had carved the Grim Reaper into his pumpkin. It was beautiful.
“I’m so impressed, Carter. You’re really artistic.”
He shrugged, then grabbed a paper towel to wipe his hands. “It was fun. I could have done better if I’d taken a little more time. I hope your mom likes it.”
“She’s going to love it. Really love it. Let’s show my parents.”
They carried the pumpkins into the living room.
“Wow,” her mother said. “These are so impressive. I love yours, Molly. It’s so scary. And Carter, that’s . . . wow. Did you use those stencil sets?”
Molly shook her head. “Carter carved his freehand.”
“That’s amazing, Carter,” her dad said. “I didn’t know you were that creative.”
He laughed. “Thanks. I’ve had a lot of practice over the years. I’m a big fan of Halloween.”
“So am I,” her mom said. “Thank you for taking the time to do this. And Carter, especially you. I know you didn’t come over to carve pumpkins tonight.”
“Trust me, it was my pleasure.”
“How about we light these babies up and see how they look?” Molly asked.
Her mother smiled. “Oh, I’d love to see them.”
Molly went into the kitchen to grab two tea light candles. They set them in the bottom, got them lit, and her dad turned the lights out.
“Oh, my,” her mom said. “They’re gorgeous.”
They were, especially Carter’s. And seeing her mom so happy made Molly’s heart soar.
They set the pumpkins out on the front porch, then took a step back to admire their work.
“They look good,” Molly said.
“Yeah, they do.”
She turned to him. “Thanks again for helping out. I would have hated doing both these pumpkins by myself.”
“There’s no fun in doing it alone.”
“Do you have pumpkins on your porch?”
“Of course.”
“Did you do them by yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry. I would have gladly helped you.”
He laughed and put his arm around her. “Thanks, but I think you’re lying.”
“You’re right. I hated every minute of that mess. And speaking of mess, I need to go clean that up. Would you like some coffee?”
“In other words, you’re inviting me to come in and help you clean up pumpkin guts.”
“Darnit. My nefarious plan is spoiled. But yes, that’s exactly it.”
“You’re a hard sell, Burnett. But I’m game. After that, we can go over the paperwork.”
“Okay.”
They went back inside. Her mom was in her wheelchair, both she and her dad getting ready to head off to bed for the night. Molly offered to help get Mom situated in her bedroom, but Dad declined, saying he had it covered, so she and Carter said their good-nights, then went into the kitchen to clean up the pumpkin mess. Carter bagged all the remnants while Molly washed the knives, the kitchen table and counter. It was done in a matter of minutes, then she made coffee for both of them.
They sat at the table and she opened the envelope containing the project papers so she could scan through them while they sipped their drinks.
She scanned the revised blueprints. “What do you think about the landscaping in the park area?”
He stood and came over to her, leaning over the table to point out a couple of areas. “I’m a little concerned about these. I think we should switch out some of the bushes for trees in this area, and put the bushes over here, plus some perennials in this spot. This is the southern exposure, so it makes more sense, plus it’ll put the trees over on the west side to provide more shade in the hotter part of the summer.”
Molly looked at the plan now, then envisioned Carter’s suggestion. She nodded. “I agree. Your way is better. Plus, if we move one of the benches under the trees, it’s a shady area for people to sit.”
He made some notes. “Good point. Let’s bring that up at the next committee meeting on Tuesday.”
They discussed a few of the other agenda items. Carter had good insights, and great ideas. She liked talking with him about business. She could see why his auto shops were a success. He had an eye for details and was well organized. She wished she had been here to see him grow his business from the ground up.
But she hadn’t, because of circumstances that had directly involved him—circumstances she’d shoved to the back of her mind and refused to rehash. Not now when they were just starting to get along again.
She was enjoying this time with him, probably because she knew it was temporary. As soon as her mother was back on her feet again, she was gone.
