Baby for Keeps

Dylan gave the bed a shake to make sure it was steady. No squeaks. No wobbles. He plopped the mattress into place and stepped back to admire his handiwork. Printed instructions were often useless to him. Fortunately, he had a knack for three-dimensional reasoning that allowed him to construct almost anything that required wood and screws and nails.

“Wow, that was fast.”

He turned and saw Mia and Cora staring at him with identical wide-eyed expressions. “It’s not too complicated. But I didn’t know where you’d packed the crib sheet. I put your three suitcases in the next room. I’m assuming the boxes can wait until morning?” He glanced at his watch. “I hate to be a poor host, but the fire marshal called to say I can come downtown now and go inside to assess the damage. And I promised some friends of mine we’d play pool at a buddy’s house tonight. I can cancel, though....”

Mia straightened her spine, her arms wrapped protectively around Cora. “We don’t need you to look after us. We’ll be fine. Go. Do whatever you have to do.”

As he drove away from the house a few minutes later, he told himself that the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach wasn’t disappointment. Of course Mia didn’t need him. This whole setup was for his benefit...so he could assuage some lingering guilt from high school. He was giving her a place to stay, sure. But she would more than earn her keep when she combed through the mess that was his bookkeeping system.

Dylan had tried to make sense of the various computer files. But in the end, he’d been nothing but frustrated. He suspected that he’d done more harm than good when he’d tried to enter recent debits and credits. Though he had learned to read for pleasure, it was a slow process. Numbers were a nightmare.

When he pulled up in front of the bar, the fire marshal waved him forward. “The upstairs is not safe to access, but you’re welcome to take anything you need from the main level.”

Dylan wrinkled his nose at the acrid odor of burnt wood. “My insurance company is in Asheville. They’re sending someone out tomorrow.”

“The numbers will add up. You’d be amazed at how much it costs to recover from water damage alone, much less the smoke.”

“Yeah. But I’m more worried about the time. I’d like to reopen in a month. You think that’s possible?”

The other man shook his head. “I don’t know, Mr. Kavanagh. Money can grease a lot of wheels. But it’s still a cumbersome process. Be careful in there. The floors are slick.”