Enough to Miss Christmas

I felt sorry for the young girl. Not only had she recently lost a mother, now she was subjected to the company of a stranger she probably viewed as a potential stepmother candidate. It was difficult to read her reaction.

"Timmy was right, you know. My father's never brought a woman home."

Her candor flustered me and I'm sure it showed. "We've only met two days ago. We're just friends."

"I can read my father like a novel. He's smitten with you." What twelve-year-old in the last century has used the word smitten I wondered? While her words seemed a challenge, the way she stated they were more contemplative, like a judge weighing the evidence.

I tried to steer the conversation to a more general topic by asking about her schooling but the young lady reverted to a one word answer or silent nods and shrugs. She continued to stare at me with unwavering intensity. During a brief lull, she abruptly stated, "Don't say you don't know he likes you." With barely a hint of a smile she turned and left the room.

Some might see Karen as simply pretty but to me she was strikingly beautiful. Her dark hair radiated light and she carried herself regally. Karen possessed the most captivating brown eyes I'd ever encountered. They gave away nothing of her feelings and yet there was a depth of sadness and perhaps a fear that remained hidden. While she wore obviously expensive clothes, I would prefer to see her in something more appropriate. I found myself strangely captivated by this young lady with a strong desire to know her better.

Paul returned without Mrs. Doberchek and we left for my hotel. I sensed he was nervous so I volunteered how much I enjoyed meeting his family. "They're beautiful children. Both of them are a delight."

"I think so," he answered, pleased with my reaction.

We had no plans for the following day, Tuesday, the day before my departure. I was of a mind to spend at least some time alone, off this whirlwind where I could get my head on straight. I was sure Paul would give me an argument. Much as I enjoyed his company, I remained overwhelmed and uneasy about my growing feelings, especially now that he'd all but announced his. I waited until we'd reached my hotel and retrieved my new room key before I led him to the lobby sofa. Before I could speak, he beat me to it.

"Your turn tomorrow," he said. "I want to meet your family. How about we drive down to Connecticut and see your mother? You promised your sister you'd do it and you're only a couple of hours away." Once more I felt manipulated but in a way that offered no way to escape.