Blind Side
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Sherlock raised her face to the sun that was bright and warm. A crisp breeze rustled through the nearly naked tree branches, ruffled her hair. Winter was lurking just around the corner, but not today. “Thank God, all that interminable rain has stopped. I swear I was starting to grow mold. At least we’ve got a couple of beautiful days before that snowstorm hits on Monday.”
“Mom says it’s finally stopped raining in Jessborough. Everything is still soggy, but things are getting back to normal. Do you know what she sent me for a wedding present?”
“A whip?”
To Sherlock’s surprise, Katie looked like she would burst into tears. “What is it, Katie? What did she send you?”
Katie wiped her hand across her eyes, and shook her head. “I didn’t mean to lose it like that. What you said about the whip—that’s funny, but it’s just that every time I think about it, how much it means to me and how she knew how much it means. She sent me copies of all her family photos, put them in three big albums. You know I lost everything when the house burned down. But now I have Keely’s first five years again.”
“Oh my, that was nice of her. Your mom is the greatest, Katie. Sam’s a lucky little boy to have such a wonderful grandmother. You said you guys are going back to Jessborough for Christmas? And there’ll be a religious ceremony this time for your mom and all your friends?”
Katie nodded. “She didn’t want to come here right away. She wanted to give the four of us time to get settled in with each other.” Katie sucked in a deep breath. “You know, Sherlock, it just doesn’t smell like eastern Tennessee here.”
“No,” Sherlock said. “Here, there’s always the underlying scent of car exhaust.”
“No, it’s more than that.”
“Okay, there’s also the scent of politicians, and that’s worse than car exhaust. But you know, springtime in Washington is really beautiful, if you just forget politics.”
Katie laughed, but to Sherlock’s keen ears, it was forced. She said, “Miles mentioned yesterday that as soon as Savich was up for it, they were going to work out together.”
Sherlock said, “That’ll end up in lots of insults and bruises. I hope you’re good with the Ben-Gay tube.”
“Oh yeah, I am. I told Miles you’d take on the winner.”
Sherlock looked very pleased at that. “You’ve been married thirteen days, Katie, which means that you and Miles have known each other for, wow, a grand total of three weeks. Now, how are things going between you?”
Katie arched an eyebrow. “I don’t sleep in the guest room, if that’s what you mean.”
“Well, no, I would certainly hope that you don’t. As I told Dillon, Miles is not only a really good guy, he has this marvelous flat stomach.”
“So he does.”
“And who could turn that down?”
“Not I. And I’ll tell you something else, Sherlock, Miles is also the sexiest guy on earth.”
Sherlock was too kind to point out the obvious, that Katie was wrong, dead wrong—Dillon was the sexiest guy, period. Anywhere. Maybe she would tell Katie when she knew her better. Sherlock said, her brow furrowed, “I would think that intimacy between two people who really like each other, who are committed to each other and to a family, well, it would help move things more quickly, take away the artificialness of the situation. Hey, you see a guy in his boxers, whiskers on his face, and the embarrassment factor goes down fast.”
“It’s still tough, both of us dancing around, afraid to hurt the other’s feelings or piss the other off or do something that might upset one of the kids.”
“And Sam and Keely are settling in together? Or is there a problem?”
“There are kid squabbles, but yeah, they’re incredible together. Just this morning, both of them came bouncing in on our bed at six a.m. It felt . . . good. Sometimes I wonder how Keely could not have known Sam all her life. They’re very close. As for Cracker, I haven’t a clue what’s going on in her head. She leaves us alone for the most part, spends lots of time in her attic suite, or is out with friends for the evenings, movies, I think. She’s pleasant enough when we cross paths. I really hope she’ll start dating, if she’s not already.”
Sherlock picked a twig off a maple tree and chewed on it. “She wanted to marry Miles, you know.”
“I figured that. Still, she’s trying to be nice to me. Talk about a shock for her.”
“The thing is that after her sister died, she moved in to take care of Sam, which was a great thing for her to do. Both Sam and Miles were devastated and she provided stability. But it’s been over two years now and you’re here. It’s time for her to get her own life.”
“Mom says it’s finally stopped raining in Jessborough. Everything is still soggy, but things are getting back to normal. Do you know what she sent me for a wedding present?”
“A whip?”
To Sherlock’s surprise, Katie looked like she would burst into tears. “What is it, Katie? What did she send you?”
Katie wiped her hand across her eyes, and shook her head. “I didn’t mean to lose it like that. What you said about the whip—that’s funny, but it’s just that every time I think about it, how much it means to me and how she knew how much it means. She sent me copies of all her family photos, put them in three big albums. You know I lost everything when the house burned down. But now I have Keely’s first five years again.”
“Oh my, that was nice of her. Your mom is the greatest, Katie. Sam’s a lucky little boy to have such a wonderful grandmother. You said you guys are going back to Jessborough for Christmas? And there’ll be a religious ceremony this time for your mom and all your friends?”
Katie nodded. “She didn’t want to come here right away. She wanted to give the four of us time to get settled in with each other.” Katie sucked in a deep breath. “You know, Sherlock, it just doesn’t smell like eastern Tennessee here.”
“No,” Sherlock said. “Here, there’s always the underlying scent of car exhaust.”
“No, it’s more than that.”
“Okay, there’s also the scent of politicians, and that’s worse than car exhaust. But you know, springtime in Washington is really beautiful, if you just forget politics.”
Katie laughed, but to Sherlock’s keen ears, it was forced. She said, “Miles mentioned yesterday that as soon as Savich was up for it, they were going to work out together.”
Sherlock said, “That’ll end up in lots of insults and bruises. I hope you’re good with the Ben-Gay tube.”
“Oh yeah, I am. I told Miles you’d take on the winner.”
Sherlock looked very pleased at that. “You’ve been married thirteen days, Katie, which means that you and Miles have known each other for, wow, a grand total of three weeks. Now, how are things going between you?”
Katie arched an eyebrow. “I don’t sleep in the guest room, if that’s what you mean.”
“Well, no, I would certainly hope that you don’t. As I told Dillon, Miles is not only a really good guy, he has this marvelous flat stomach.”
“So he does.”
“And who could turn that down?”
“Not I. And I’ll tell you something else, Sherlock, Miles is also the sexiest guy on earth.”
Sherlock was too kind to point out the obvious, that Katie was wrong, dead wrong—Dillon was the sexiest guy, period. Anywhere. Maybe she would tell Katie when she knew her better. Sherlock said, her brow furrowed, “I would think that intimacy between two people who really like each other, who are committed to each other and to a family, well, it would help move things more quickly, take away the artificialness of the situation. Hey, you see a guy in his boxers, whiskers on his face, and the embarrassment factor goes down fast.”
“It’s still tough, both of us dancing around, afraid to hurt the other’s feelings or piss the other off or do something that might upset one of the kids.”
“And Sam and Keely are settling in together? Or is there a problem?”
“There are kid squabbles, but yeah, they’re incredible together. Just this morning, both of them came bouncing in on our bed at six a.m. It felt . . . good. Sometimes I wonder how Keely could not have known Sam all her life. They’re very close. As for Cracker, I haven’t a clue what’s going on in her head. She leaves us alone for the most part, spends lots of time in her attic suite, or is out with friends for the evenings, movies, I think. She’s pleasant enough when we cross paths. I really hope she’ll start dating, if she’s not already.”
Sherlock picked a twig off a maple tree and chewed on it. “She wanted to marry Miles, you know.”
“I figured that. Still, she’s trying to be nice to me. Talk about a shock for her.”
“The thing is that after her sister died, she moved in to take care of Sam, which was a great thing for her to do. Both Sam and Miles were devastated and she provided stability. But it’s been over two years now and you’re here. It’s time for her to get her own life.”
