Cowboy at the Crossroads. Linda Warren

again. “Daddy, I wanna go to my room.”

      Cord took a ragged breath. “Baby, we’re not going to your room.”

      She drummed her legs on the sofa in a temper tantrum. “Daddy, please! Daddy, please!” she wailed.

      Becca stood and walked over to Cord, whose face had turned a grayish white. “Just leave, Cord. I’ll handle her.”

      “Becca.” Her name sounded more like a groan.

      “It’ll be all right. I promise.” She gently pushed him toward the door. As she did she noticed that two women had come to stand in the doorway, one tall and thin with gray hair, the other short and on the plump side.

      Cord looked back at Becca. “This is Mrs. Witherspoon, the nanny.”

      The plump lady stepped forward and shook Becca’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Talbert.”

      “And I think you’ve met my sister, Edith,” Cord said.

      “We call her Edie.”

      Becca smiled at the older woman. “Yes, it’s good to see you again, Edie.”

      Nicki’s wails drowned out her words.

      Becca gave Cord a knowing look, and he slowly made his way out the door, preceded by the two women.

      Nicki’s cries continued and Becca sat beside her. She could understand now why everyone was so reluctant to make Nicki leave her room. This type of behavior was hard on the nerves. She waited for a moment, trying to figure out the best approach to this situation. Her attention was drawn to the doll clutched in Nicki’s arms, and she started to talk.

      “Dolly, do you know what you and I are going to do today? No? Well, I’ll tell you. We’re going outside. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. It’s a beautiful day. Of course, I’ll have to put some sunscreen on you. Your skin’s so light and we have to protect it. My skin, I don’t have to worry too much about. I just get brown. Still, it never hurts to be careful with the sun. When I was little, I was in the sun all the time. My mother called me a brown-eyed Susan. I never knew what that was, and it confused me. My name’s Becca, not Susan. What do you think of that, Dolly?”

      The wails stopped, and Nicki opened one eye and stared at Becca. “Dolly can’t talk.”

      “That’s a pity because I like Dolly.”

      “She don’t like you.”

      Becca brought one hand to her chest. “That breaks my heart.”

      Nicki opened her other eye. “It does?”

      “Yes.”

      “What does that feel like?”

      “It feels sad. Does Dolly feel sad?”

      “Yes.”

      “Everybody’s sad sometimes, but it’s not good to feel sad for too long.”

      Nicki smoothed Dolly’s hair. “No.”

      Becca knew it wasn’t the right moment to delve further, so she got to her feet. “Tell you what. Why don’t you and Dolly show me to my room and help me unpack?”

      Nicki’s eyes narrowed, and Becca was waiting for an I don’t want to, but instead Nicki scooted to the edge of the sofa. “’Kay.”

      Becca picked up a suitcase just as Edie returned to the room.

      “Let me help you with those.” Edie had to be in her seventies, but she was still agile, her posture as straight as that of a younger woman.

      “Thank you,” Becca said, pretending she couldn’t lift the other case. “I think I need help with this one.”

      “I’ll help,” Nicki piped up and ran over to Becca. It was the response Becca had wanted. Together, the trio clambered up the stairs.

      On the landing, Becca looked around. There was a long hall with half a dozen doors. She remembered Della’s saying that Cord had locked up Anette’s room. She wondered which room it was. She shook her head; it didn’t matter. Still, Anette had died over a year ago, and Becca felt that Cord should have disposed of her things, kept some for his daughter, perhaps given the rest away. Maybe the task was still too painful for him.

      “Which room is mine?” she asked to divert her thoughts.

      Nicki shrugged.

      “The one at the end of the hall,” Edie said. “Mine’s at the other end, and—” she pointed to a door on the right “—that’s Cord’s. Blanche has the big suite downstairs.”

      “Thanks,” Becca replied, entering the room. It was elegant with dark furniture and a four-poster bed. The decor was in peach and pale green, and very soothing. She was going to like it here.

      “If you don’t need anything else, I’ve got a function at the church I need to attend.”

      “No, and thanks for helping, Edie.”

      “Sure.” Edie glanced at Nicki, who had crawled onto the bed. “Good luck. Bye, Nicki.”

      “Bye, Edie.”

      That was all very polite, but Becca knew it wouldn’t last. Nicki had been allowed to do whatever she wanted for too long. When she couldn’t get her way, she became angry and defiant. Becca would try to change all that because she knew it stemmed from Anette’s death. Inside Nicki was still hurting…and so was Cord.

      Becca opened her suitcase and began to put her clothes away in an old-fashioned wardrobe that looked priceless. She loved the antique furniture in this house.

      Nicki sat, still on the bed, watching her. When Becca opened her makeup bag and set out the contents on the dresser, Nicki’s eyes grew big.

      “My mommy had thin…” Her voice trailed off as she realized what she was saying.

      Becca sat beside her. “It’s all right to talk about your mother.”

      “No, I don’t want to.” Nicki hung her head.

      “Are you mad at your mother?”

      Nicki didn’t answer.

      “I used to be mad at my mother.”

      Nicki glanced at her. “Why?”

      Becca wasn’t sure how much to say, but she went with her gut instincts. “Because she gave me away when I was a baby and I didn’t know she was my mother until I was seventeen years old. I did mean and bad things because I thought she didn’t love me.”

      “Did she?”

      “Oh yeah.”

      “How you know?”

      Becca placed a hand over her heart. “I know in here. Just like you know in there—” she put her hand on Nicki’s chest “—that your mother loved you.”

      Nicki’s eyes widened as she tried to understand what Becca was saying. Becca waited a minute, then said, “It’s almost lunchtime. Why don’t we go and see what Della’s fixing?”

      “I’m not hungry.”

      “Well, I am. I only had coffee this morning.”

      “I wanna go to my room.”

      Becca took a deep breath. “Nicki, sweetie, we’re not going to your room. Please try to understand that. We’ll do anything else that you want—swim, play dolls, swing…anything.”

      “No, I’m going to my room.”

      Before Becca could stop her, she jumped off the bed and ran for the door. Becca caught her halfway down the hall and swung her up. Nicki kicked and screamed, and Becca joined in as before.

      CORD CAME THROUGH the back door, wiped his boots on the mat and stopped in his tracks. Screams. Oh God, how