said.
âCan I help?â
Maggieâs round eyes and eager expression were hard to resist. Tina nodded. âFor a little while. Why not?â
T HE RAKE HANDLE was nearly a foot taller than Maggie, yet she managed to gather a small load of leaves. As she carried them to the pile Tina had started to make, they fluttered away until only a few that had caught on the rake tines remained. Maggie didnât seem to notice. She shook the rake clean, then glanced anxiously at Tina.
The afternoon temperature had climbed to a balmy fifty, and the sun and fresh air felt good. Tina smiled. âYou did great.â
Maggie beamed. âDaddy says Iâm the best helper ever.â
âI have to agree.â One of Maggieâs pigtails was coming down, and strands of hair kept getting in her eyes. Tina beckoned her close. âLet me fix your hair.â
The little girl trotted over. Holding still, she let Tina finger comb her hair and refasten the pigtail.
âYour hair smells good,â Tina said, sniffing. âIs that cherry shampoo?â
âUh-huh. Can I smell yours?â Tina bent down and Maggie sniffed. âCoconut.â
âThatâs right.â
âThis is bunches more fun than playing with Daddy.â
âHow so?â
ââCause weâre both girls.â
âThat we are.â
With her own rake, Tina swept the remaining leaves into the pile. It was time to scoop them into black plastic trash bags, then put the rakes away until the rest of the leaves fell. But not just yet.
A crazy idea grabbed her. âWhen I was your age one of my favorite fall activities was jumping in leaves just like these,â she said. âHave you ever done that?â
âNo.â Maggie giggled.
âWant to try it with me?â
âYes!â Clapping her hands she jumped up and down.
âCome on, then.â Tina moved back ten feet, Maggie following.
âWeâre going to run toward the pile. Just before we reach it, weâll jump in.â Feeling silly, but ridiculously happy, she took hold of Maggieâs hand. The tiny fingers held hers tightly, and a sweet feeling warmed her. âReady?â
âSet, go!â
Laughing, they ran for the leaf pile. Just before they reached it, Tina let go of her hand. Giggling, the little girl jumped in, Tina right behind her.
They came up sputtering and laughing and covered with leaves.
âThat was fun!â Maggie said. âCan we do it again?â
Tina glanced up to find Ryan watching them.
âMaggie helped me rake leaves.â She looked at the mess theyâd made and laughed. âLooks like Iâll be raking them all over again.â
His stern expression was not what she expected.
âTime for a rest, Sunshine,â he said, all brusque and hard-faced.
Tina frowned. âIf Iâve somehow offendedâ¦â
âLater.â He jerked his chin toward Maggie. âLetâs go home.â
âTonight, then,â Tina said.
âWe canât make it, after all.â
âBut you said we could come.â The joy drained from Maggieâs expression. âIâm sorry, Daddy.â Her face crumpled.
Not at all happy at this turn of events, Tina placed her hand on the childâs narrow shoulder and stared Ryan in the eyes. âYour daddyâs way off base, sweetie. You were a big help to me. You didnât do anything wrong. If anyoneâs at fault here, itâs me for not sending you home.â
Ryan actually grimaced. His eyes revealed uncertainty and confusion. âTinaâs right. You did fine.â He shook his head, as if to clear it. âAll right, weâll come to dinner.â
Maggie sniffled and nodded.
âWill you wait for me in the front yard?â
ââKay.â
He didnât speak again until his daughter rounded the corner. Then he gestured Tina closer. âWe need to talk,â he said.
W ITH HIS
Stop in the Name of Pants!