Leah smiled and handed her another garment and veil. “Be sure to wear these.”
Elizabeth thanked her again.
Michael was sipping from a cup of water out in the courtyard and marveling at the well-constructed house when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Michael?” Leah asked. “Would you like something to eat before you go?”
“No, thanks. I’m really sorry we have to go. I need to get Elizabeth back.”
Before he could finish, Elizabeth came downstairs wearing her new garment but with the veil in hand. “Could you help me with this?” she called out to Leah. “I’m having trouble with it.”
Leah took the veil and lovingly wrapped it around Elizabeth. “I will miss you, Elizabeth.”
“I’m really going to miss you, too.” She handed Leah her Springsteen T-shirt. “Please take this. It’s something to remember me by.”
Leah hugged her closely. “That’s something to remember me by.”
“Okay, are you ready, Elizabeth?” Michael called out from the kitchen. He had seen them holding each other, but now needed to turn away.
“Yes, Dad, I just want to say good-bye to Cassie.”
Michael watched Elizabeth sit down next to the lamb. She was whispering softly while petting the animal. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Please, whatever you do, Leah, please take good care of Cassie,” he said, trying to lighten the moment.
Leah turned away. “Of course.”
“Bye, Cassie.” Michael patted the lamb on the head. “Okay, Elizabeth, let’s get going. It’s getting really light now.”
Elizabeth gave Cassie a big hug.
“Baa,” the lamb cried as she walked away.
“Baa back at you,” Michael said with a smile.
Leah walked with Michael and Elizabeth out the front gate. “Are you coming with us to town?” Michael asked.
Leah shook her head. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
“Bye, Leah,” Elizabeth said, turning to her.
Leah leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Be well. Take care of your father.”
“I will. Thank you. Thank you so much.” Elizabeth smiled at her, then walked away.
“I’ll catch up to you,” Michael said to his daughter.
A moment passed before he turned back toward Leah, looking down at her bare fingers.
“Thank you for everything.” Michael reached over to hold her hand, which she took in her own, placing it over her heart. He bent over slightly and kissed her softly on the lips.
“Good-bye,” he whispered.
Leah nodded and stepped back. Quietly, before she closed the gate between them, she said under her breath, “I found you, Michael.”
Michael watched Leah walk across the courtyard until she was out of sight. He turned back to the road and saw Elizabeth waiting for him. He walked slowly to her, his head down.
“Dad, I know you always said it would be just us two forever, but, you know, I can deal with three—”
He stopped her in midsentence. “We come from different places, Elizabeth.” He looked back at Leah’s humble home and shook his head. “It would never work.”
“Oh, Dad. How do you know it wouldn’t work if you never try?”
“Sometimes trying can really hurt,” he said, looking back at the house and seeing Leah now up on her roof. She’s watching us.
Michael waved, but instead of waving back, Leah pointed at them and placed her hands over her heart.
He wrapped his arm around Elizabeth’s shoulder, turning her back to the road.
“C’mon. Let’s go.”
They walked in silence for the next twenty minutes or so. Finally Michael noticed a familiar building with flowers growing over the ornate front gate. “We’re getting close!” He squeezed Elizabeth’s arm in excitement.
She picked her head up and looked into his face. “Dad, how did you know Mom was the one for you?”
Michael stopped, surprised at her timing. “Why are you asking me that now ?”
“Because you never told me how you met.”
Michael started walking again, looking skyward. “Not a cloud in the sky today, Elizabeth.”
“Yes, Dad, not a cloud in the sky.” She rolled her eyes. “But back to Mom. How did you meet?”
“If I tell you, can I call you Liz in front of your friends?” he asked, teasing.
She frowned and took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Wow. You must really want to know if you’re willing to suffer that public humiliation.”
He took a deep breath. “Okay, I met your mother on the dance floor at Aunt Sammie’s wedding. Your mom was an old college friend of Uncle Ken’s. I was walking back from the bar with a Diet Coke when I bumped into her and spilled the soda all over her. Boy, was I embarrassed.”
Elizabeth giggled. “Nice first impression!”
Michael laughed again. “So I spent the next few minutes getting napkins and seltzer to try and wash the stain out of her dress. Safe to say your mother wasn’t impressed with my cleaning skills.”
Elizabeth stared at him. “Was she mad at you?”
“She tried to make me think she was. She told me it was her favorite dress. But she started to smile so I knew she was just razzing me. After we got most of the soda out, she said I owed her a dance. I could never turn down a lady asking for a dance, Elizabeth.”
She gazed up toward the sky, smiling. “What song did you dance to?”
“‘Summer Wind.’ Sinatra. I’ll never forget how she felt the first time I put my arms around her. When the song ended, I didn’t know what to do, but she took the lead.”
“Well, what did Mommy do?”
“Well, the soda had left quite a stain on her dress so she wanted to get a sweater from the car to cover it up. I offered to come along. Seriously, it was my fault.” Michael gave Elizabeth a sly smile.
“When we got outside, the parking lot was covered in snow. She had these big high heels on and started to slip. I tried to catch her so I grabbed her arm. But instead I slipped, falling flat on my back, pulling her down with me!”
“No way!”
“Oh, yes way!” Michael said with a big smile.
“Were you hurt?”
“Only my pride. Your mom had landed hard on top of me.” He winked at Elizabeth. “Then we shared our first kiss.”
“Really?”
“Well, no, not really,” he said, laughing. “I was so embarrassed I started apologizing over and over and over.”
“What did Mom say?”
“Well, she didn’t say much. She struggled to get up, pushing down on me. But as she stood up, her feet slipped out from underneath her and she fell back down on top of me again.”
“Did you kiss her then?”
“Well, no, not quite. When she fell, she was sitting on my chest.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was pinned underneath her. And she just sat there, totally stunned, looking at her high heels. One of the heels had broken off. She turned around and looked down at me. ‘Isn’t this great?’ she asked. ‘You broke my heel and stained my dress. How am I going to go back inside?’”
“She sounded like she was mad.”
“I was definitely afraid. But then she told me that there was only one thing left to do. So I asked her what that would be. She didn’t say anything but just leaned over, picked up the other high heel, and broke it right in front of my face.”
“Oh, she was mad!”
“No, she wasn’t. After we struggled to get up to our feet, we both stood there for a second and then she just kissed me.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Did you go back to the wedding?”
“Nope.”
Elizabeth looked at her father slyly. “What did you do?”
“I don’t know if you realize this, but broken heels make for great ice skates. We skated around the parking lot until people started coming out.”
Elizabeth hugged her father. “Wow, that’s cool.”
Michael leaned over so he could get closer to Elizabeth’s right ear. “Your mother always knew how to make a great moment out of an embarrassing one. And, you know what, so do you.”
He looked skyward again, surprised by how good it felt to share his memories of Vicki with Elizabeth.
“Is Uncle Brian like that, too?” she asked curiously.