Her Second-Chance Family

Audrey didn’t push. She poured herself a cup of coffee and took the stool next to Willow’s. “You are worth it, you know.”

“Worth what?” Willow scoffed, but Audrey knew the question was genuine. “Me juggling my schedule. You’re worth that and a lot more. I can’t say I will always be able to accommodate you, but I can say that if it’s important to you, it’s important to me and I’ll try.” She took a sip of coffee. “Do you need me to quiz you for the test?”

“No. I’ve got it.” With this, at least, Willow sounded confident.

“What’s the name of the rule that you use to maintain a safe distance from the car in front of you?”

Willow rolled her eyes. “The four-second rule.”

“You’ve read the book.” Audrey had never seen Willow pick up so much as a textbook and yet she had good grades.

Willow seemed to be thinking hard for a minute. Finally, she made her decision. “Hang on. I’ve got something to show you.”

Audrey sat drinking her coffee as Willow disappeared up the stairs. Moments later, she returned and set an e-reader on the counter. “I don’t normally read in public,” she said, as if this was a huge deal. “I got used to hiding out when I read.”

Audrey couldn’t imagine why Willow would feel that was necessary. “Why hide?”

“People stole my books at one house,” she said simply.

It was as if a lightbulb clicked on. Audrey remembered what it was like to know that privacy wasn’t an option.

Willow continued. “And I tried going to the library, but a lot of the places I’ve stayed weren’t close to a branch. And I couldn’t count on rides to return the books I borrowed, so I saved my money for a year and bought this. And I worked for the money,” she said hastily, as if she didn’t want Audrey to think she made stealing a habit.

“I was staying with a family and they paid all the kids allowances. We had a chore list, so I did the other kids’ chores for a stake in their allowance. It still took me a long time to save.”

Audrey cocked her head, silently asking for permission to pick it up. Willow nodded. The small device weighed less than Audrey imagined. “I’ve never had an e-reader.”

“They’re amazing. You can borrow ebooks from the library. It’s not quite the same as a real book, but...” She shrugged.

Audrey picked up the reader. “Why hide it from us?”

“Because people take your stuff at most places. I just sort of expect it. But it didn’t happen here. For the first month I put tape on my door, just so I’d know when you all broke in,” Willow admitted. “But the only time you ever came in here was to take clothes or change the sheets. And when Bea snoops, but she doesn’t usually take anything.”

“I would never invade your privacy.” Audrey hesitated. “Well, under normal circumstances, I would never invade your privacy. If I thought you were doing something dangerous, I might.”

Willow nodded. “I know that now.”

Audrey set the e-reader back on the counter. “What do you like to read?”

“Everything. Anything. The library has limited supplies of ebooks, but a lot of the public domain classics are available for free online.”

“Can I see your list?”

Willow nodded.

Audrey turned on the machine and homed in on the bookshelf page. “Wow.”

From Pride and Prejudice to Tarzan to Sherlock Holmes, page after page of classics.

“I watch for older books that are free,” Willow said, “and I borrow newer releases from the library.”

Audrey handed the reader back to her. “I hope you feel comfortable reading in front of us this summer. That’s why I never saw you with the permit booklet?”

Willow nodded. “I knew that no one would steal that, but I just read it instead of my books at night.”

That explained how Willow could go up to bed at nine and still manage to sleep away her weekends. It also explained why sometimes Audrey saw the light on in the girl’s room when she went to bed.

She realized that even though she sometimes doubted it, she was making inroads with Willow. The girl trusted her, at least a little.

“Thank you for sharing with me,” Audrey told her.

Willow nodded. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I still think you all are nuts, but this has been the best placement I’ve ever had. When I realized that you guys weren’t going to rip off my stuff, I felt...relieved. You don’t know what it’s like having only a few things that matter to you and having to guard them all the time.”

“You’re wrong, I do understand that feeling.”

“And I just realized that when I ripped off Sawyer, I was doing the same kind of thing to him. They said...” She fell silent.

Audrey couldn’t help but wonder if the they Willow referred to were the other kids involved in the break-in. Willow regrouped. “Most of what we...what I took was electronics, and this—” she held up her reader “—is the same thing, just a piece of electronic equipment, but it’s mine. And it means a lot to me. I worked hard to get it, and I’ve worked even harder to keep it. So it hit me that I did the same thing to him that others did to me. I took the things he worked for. I stole his sense of trust. I never had that until I came here. Sawyer did—he felt like his home was a safe place until I came and stole that feeling away from him. Even if we’d taken all his stuff and it was covered by insurance, that feeling of safety is gone forever. He comes home every Monday to watch me mow because he’s afraid I’ll do it again.”

“Willow, I think he respects what you’re trying to do. That’s why he invited us over today.”

Willow shrugged.

“And even if Sawyer doesn’t realize you’d never rip him off again, I do,” she said, meaning every word of it. Something in her eased just to express that trust out loud.

She’d thought Willow might look pleased with her assurances, but instead she looked confused. “Well, thanks, I guess.”

“And thank you for the coffee. Between you and Bea, I’m getting spoiled.”

“Its just coffee,” Willow said as she picked up her e-reader and left the room.

Audrey took a long sip. It didn’t taste like just coffee to her.

It tasted a bit like success...or at least the beginnings of it.

* * *

BY THE TIME Audrey packed the kids in the car later that morning and headed over to Sawyer’s she’d spent a few hours mulling over Willow’s revelations. And the longer she mulled, the more optimistic she felt. She was making progress.

It was the first time the girl had really opened up. Plus there was the fact that Willow was a reader.

She was going to make it a point to take her to the bookstore soon.

By the time they reached Sawyer’s she was flying high. She put the car in Park, turned around and looked at the kids as she said, “Remember, everyone be polite and on your best behavior.”