my sister, Mal. I knew from the moment she called me this wasnât going to be fun, and I was right, butââ
âSheâs your sister.â
She gave him a small smile. âNow, granted, I may have to kick her out eventually, but until then sheâs welcome.â
âNo good deed goes unpunished.â
âThatâs exactly what my nephewâher sonâsaid to me when I spoke with him earlier.â
âMaybe you should send her over to stay with Tamar.â
Bernadine laughed. âThat would be something, wouldnât it?â Bernadineâs phone rang. Seeing DALLAS POLICE DEPT . on the caller ID made her heart race, and she quickly answered. A woman on the other end identified herself as Sergeant Sandra McCall and asked if she had a daughter named Crystal. Bernadineâs racing heart jumped into her throat. âYes, I do. Is she okay?â
The next voice she heard was Crystalâs, asking through what sounded like tears, âMom, can you send me a bus ticket or something so I can come home?â
Elation soared through her blood. âOh my god! Itâs so good to hear your voice.â
âIâm so sorry,â Crystal cried. âIâll understand if you donât want me back.â
âItâs okay. Weâll figure this out. Are you okay? Youâre not hurt or anything?â
âNo, Iâm fine. I just want to come home,â she said softly through her sobs. âAnd can you have my phone turned off? It was stolen, along with some of my other stuff.â
Bernadine was struck by that. âOkay, honey. Donât worry, Iâll take care of it. Let me speak to the officer again.â She turned tear-filled eyes to Mal.
âGood news,â he whispered.
She nodded in agreement. After making arrangements for the pickup, the call ended and Bernadine stood and walked into his waiting arms. âIâm so happy!â
âSo am I.â
âI need to call Katie and have her fire up the jet.â
âYou want company?â
âOf course.â
âWhat about your sister?â
âWe leave her here and hope she doesnât rearrange all the furniture while weâre gone.â
He looked puzzled.
âIâll explain later.â
Stepping back inside, she explained the situation to Diane, who blessedly kept her vitriol under wraps. âIâm so glad it worked out,â she said, although her withering tone made it plain that she didnât mean a word.
âWeâre going to fly down and pick her up.â
âThat little bitty airport has planes going to Dallas this late in the day?â
âNo idea. Weâre taking my jet.â
Dianeâs jaw dropped.
Bernadine smiled. âYou donât know a whole lot about me these days, do you?â
âI guess not.â She continued to stare. âLet me grab my handbag.â
âJust Mal and I are going. Weâll be back later tonight.â
âOh. Okay.â
She looked hurt, but Bernadine didnât care.
While Mal did the driving to the Hays airport, Bernadine rode shotgun and sent texts to the Henry Adams family to let them know Crystal was coming home. The replies she received made her smile. From Lily: Whoopee! From Jack James: Excellent news! From Rocky: Tell her her apron is waiting! From Amari: Brain loses bet. Details at 11. From Eli: About time! Forming line of butt kickers. From Marie: Give her my love. From Reverend Paula: God is Good. All the time. All the time!
Bernadine agreed.
Upon landing at the Dallas airport, she and Mal were driven by a hired car service to the police precinct. When they entered the bustling station, she identified herself to the desk officer. He pointed across the room. On a bench sat a wet-eyed Crystal, who immediately flew into her arms. Bernadine caught her up and rocked and cried. âOh, baby,â she whispered. âIâm so glad youâre okay. So
Marilyn Rausch, Mary Donlon