Sassy Cinderella

“A sandwich, then, please.”

“Okay.”

Moments later he heard her clattering around in the kitchen and he started feeling guilty. She had enough to do, cleaning up after the party. Then again, there wouldn’t have been a party if she hadn’t arranged it.

A short time later she set a tray in front of him—a sliced barbecued-beef sandwich and a bowl of thick potato soup. He wasn’t sure how she’d managed this. The soup tasted homemade. Maybe Anne or Allison had brought over some dishes already cooked, along with the groceries.

“Is that all right?”

“Mmm, yes, it’s fine.”

She smiled, then resumed her cleaning efforts.

He couldn’t wait to hear what Deborah Chatsworth would say on the subject of his nurse, not to mention Reverend Crane. In fact, he was pretty sure everyone who’d met Sherry would have an opinion on the subject.

What a relief it would be to tell them, “She’s already gone. I fired her.”

“Those choir ladies from the church sure seem nice,” Sherry said as she sprayed some furniture polish on the coffee table.

Jonathan didn’t know to which ladies she referred, since he seldom noticed the choir when he went to church. “Mmm-hmm.”

“It’s a shame, them missing out on their practice.”

“Mmm-hmm. What?”

“It seems Reverend Crane rented out the church hall to the high school dance squad to practice their routines while the gymnasium floor is being repaired. The church needs the money, so the choir ladies don’t blame the reverend.”

“No, I don’t imagine so.” Jonathan picked up his book, hoping to discourage Sherry’s idle chitchat. He wasn’t much for flapping his gums just to fill silence. He soon learned, however, that this conversation had a very specific purpose.

“But the choir has no place to practice.”

“Can’t they practice in the church?”

“Thin walls. They tried it once, but pretty soon they were all singing the disco song the dance squad was playing, and the dance squad girls were all kicking each other in the head because the singing next door was throwing off their rhythm.”

“That’s a shame,” he said.

“The reason I’m telling you all this is, well, I felt sorry for them, so I invited them to come practice here.”

“What?” He couldn’t have heard right.

“The invitation popped out of my mouth before I could stop it. There’s plenty of space, if we move the furniture out of these two rooms.” She indicated the living and dining rooms, which were separated only by a short bookcase. “And set out folding chairs—”

“Are you out of your mind?” he roared. “The church choir? Here?”

“The music will cheer you up. Doctors have done studies, you know, and—”

“The music will not cheer me up. Having fifty strange women in my house will make me exceedingly cranky.”

“There are only thirty-two members in the choir.”

“Look, Sherry. I don’t like parties. I don’t like company. And I particularly don’t like a lot of jabbering women who only stop jabbering when they sing—off-key, I might add.”

She looked stricken. “But I’ve already invited them.”

“Then you can just uninvite them.”

“But that would be rude.”

“Did it ever occur to you that inviting them without consulting me first was rude? And this wedding reception—you didn’t ask me about that, either. You just bulldozed ahead, like you owned the place.”

“But I thought…I thought you’d be pleased. Allison mentioned how disappointed you were to miss the wedding, and I thought—”

“You thought wrong.”

She drooped. “All right. I’ll uninvite the choir. And next time I’ll ask before I issue any invitations like that.”

“There won’t be a next time.” Jonathan already felt like he’d kicked a puppy. He might as well get the rest of this over with.

Sherry blinked her green eyes at him a couple of times. “What?”

“Look, this isn’t working out. You simply don’t fit in here. It’s obvious you can’t manage the children. Yelling at them and then bribing them with sweets is no way to deal with kids. Anyway, I can take care of things myself. I’ve been getting around on the crutches okay.”

Sherry faced him squarely, her hands on her slim hips. “You turn white as Wonder Bread every time you stand up and totter around on those crutches. You most certainly cannot take care of yourself. How are you going to look after those kids? They move faster than the speed of light.”

“I’ll manage.”

“How will you cook for them?”

“That’s what a microwave is for. It couldn’t be any worse than—” He stopped himself, but she already knew what he was going to say.

“I got the message. You hate my cooking.”

“It’s a bit spicy. We’re used to more basic fare. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you for the time you’ve been here, plus a few days extra for the trouble you went to.”

“I can do better. All you have to do is tell me when you don’t like something, and I’ll…” her voice trailed off when she realized Jonathan wasn’t going to budge. She slumped in defeat. “All right, then. I’ll just finish cleaning up in here, then I’ll pack my things.”

“Leave the mess. I have a service that comes every two weeks. They’ll be here Monday morning.”

She slowly set down the plastic cup she’d been holding. She stared at him a moment, eyes challenging, but only for a moment. Then she swept from the room.

He’d made her cry, he realized. He hadn’t intended to be harsh. He just wanted her gone. Surely even she could see that this wasn’t a compatible employer-employee relationship.

Chapter Four

Sherry waited until she reached the safety of her room before she let the tears fly. How could she have read the situation so wrong? She’d thought everything was going pretty well. She’d thought having the wedding reception here was a stroke of genius. She’d thought inviting the choir to sing here would cheer Jonathan up. Lord knew his mood needed improvement.

But she’d been completely off the mark.