CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Olive awoke the next morning to the
thump of little feet on the wood floor. Edward and Claretta’s children were awake,
and their playful laughter kept a rhythm to the rain outside the windowpane.
Occasionally, Claretta called to the children to be quiet, but they only
laughed and continued their antics.
Olive dressed and went to the living
room to meet Edward and Claretta's two young sons.
"Now look, boys, you've awakened
Miss Olive!" Claretta apologized for their behavior. "Herman's four,
and Charles Henry just turned one a couple of months ago."
The boys ran to Olive, and while the
baby babbled, Herman told her about his pony. "His name's Tommy, and I
want to ride him every day, but Mommy won't let me. Will you let me, Miss Olive?
Pretty please?"
Olive smiled at the child's plea, and
before she could answer, Claretta declared, "Herman, stop asking
that!" To Olive, she said, "He asks everyone he sees if they will let
him ride Tommy every day—as if daddy and I were mean to him!" She laughed.
"I know how children are," Olive
answered, "so think nothing of it." She countered the boy's plea.
"I tell you what, when you do get to ride Tommy, I'll watch you. How's
that?"
"Uh huh," Herman's blonde
head bobbed up and down.
"Breakfast is ready. I told Edgar
we would see him later this morning. I knew you should rest from your long
trip."
Claretta directed the boys to sit on
the floor and play with wooden blocks strewn on the rug. Herman pushed a little
car, making roaring sounds.
Olive was hungrier than she first
thought. Bacon, eggs, and biscuits with honey met her eyes.
"Do you like coffee?"
Claretta asked. "I have sugar and fresh cream this morning if you like it
that way."
"Yes, thank you, Claretta."
She poured the cream into coffee and stirred it while watching the boys play on
the floor. She pushed the sadness away when Peter came to mind.
Thunder sounded in the distance, and
the boys, startled, began to cry, and ran to their mother. Claretta calmed
them, stroking their brown hair lovingly. Looking back at Olive, she said,
"Ed's at the shop. When I phone him, he'll come home, and we can take the
Buick to town. It looks like it may rain all day."
Relieved, Olive answered, "I'm so
glad. I thought I'd look a mess if I had to ride to town in a wagon. What does
Edward do?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't think to
explain. Ed owns the Blue Belle Tire Shop on Grier Street. He vulcanizes tires
and sells oil and gas. It's a nice job, and I'm proud of him. He's working to
become certified in motorcar repair."
"Oh, how nice!" Olive exclaimed.
"I believe motorcars are in our future to stay, don't you?"
"Certainly! They're constantly
changing each year. Ed says improving the roads will help build a need for
cars. Our world has changed since telephones, electricity, and city water came
to town. And they're paving Washington Avenue now. Eventually, all the streets
will be nice. Plus, the city council voted on improvements to the waterworks,
and they want to dig another city well. Modern homes consume more water than
older ones, so we need a steady supply of water. Our mayor wants what's best
for our town."
Olive finished her breakfast and
dressed for the interview with Edgar Adams.
Edward returned to be with the boys
while Claretta drove the Buick to the hotel. "Edgar's very influential in
these parts, Olive. His hotel is rather small, with only fifty rooms, but it is
elegant, and he said if he needed to, he could always add to the building. Lakefield's
lucky to be situated where we are —right along the railroad running west to
east. Edgar's part of the Chamber of Commerce here in town. He keeps up with
all the business goings on."
They passed The First State Bank and
the Chamber of Commerce building. Olive noted the Lakefield Democrat newspaper
office and the Lakefield Light, Ice, and Power Company along a side street. A
mixture of horses and motorcars moved along the paved streets. She noted that
the streets were clean and debris-free from the horses and mules. Wagons and
carriages lined the thoroughfares. Some sidewalks were still wooden, but many
were paved with brick. Streetlamps lined the streets, contributing to a safe
and welcoming environment.
"My cousin is a kind man, and
he's looking forward to meeting with you. I'm sure you have the job. He was
married to Alberta, but they divorced some time ago and had no children. She
took him for a good portion of his money. But he recovered from the windfall
and is doing just fine."
"I'm nervous, Claretta, but I
suppose that's normal," Olive was honest. She hated the fact that she was
starting another new job, so she decided to look on the bright side and be
thankful she had an interview to go to. Her confidence in getting this job was
high. Thank goodness for her experience!
"I'm sure Edgar understands
you're nervous. I need to tell you something, Olive." Her face looked grim and it scared Olive.
"Please don't laugh when you see
my cousin," Claretta said, her lipstick showcasing pouty lips. "Edgar
is quite ugly." She thought momentarily, then continued," He's
balding already and he's a short, rotund little man. He reminds me of a penguin
the way he totters about. And he wears suspenders to keep his trousers up and
wears atrocious checked shirts. He smokes cigars and likes his fine
wines." She chuckled, "I don't mean to put him down, I just want you
to know so you won't be surprised."
Olive envisioned Claretta's
description of Edgar Adams. A bald penguin in striped shirts, suspenders, and
smoking a cigar. She immediately thought of her old friend, George, at the
Golden Maiden in Joplin. While George was simple, he was a good-hearted man she
had trusted more than once while working with him.
"I promise not to laugh. Mama
taught me that all humans have issues of one kind or another. And ugly or
handsome, small or big, we are all God's family. Just because someone may be
handsome, they may have a cruel heart or a nasty reputation." She thought
of Henry and Jimmy.
"You're such a sweetheart, Olive.
And here we are!" Claretta pulled in front of the red brick hotel and
turned off the motor.
Olive let out a big breath and wiped
her hands on her dress. The rain beating down on the car didn't help her
spirits. She was glad that her wide-brimmed hat protected her hair.
The brick building rose three stories
high, a modest height among some of the others nearby. The windows were tall
and narrow, and the central doorway was framed by a decorated archway with a
transom above it and flanked by sidelights. A fabric canopy extended over the
entrance with brass lanterns on either side.
Claretta patted Olive’s shoulder. I'm
going in with you and I'll be waiting for you at a table in the restaurant,
drinking soda water. She winked at Olive. "Ready?"
"Yes, let's get this over with!" Olive plastered on a smile and made a run to the hotel entrance.
***
Olive and Claretta stepped under the
hotel's awning. The heavy double doors featured brass handles and glass insets
that swung smoothly into the interior of the Adams Hotel, a small bell above
the door announcing their arrival. The lobby floor's polished hardwood floor
gleamed in the sunlight. Chandeliers cast their warm glow throughout the room.
Large potted ferns grew in abundant brass pots flanking the windows and the
staircase. A ponytail palm stood next to the reception desk.
A large fireplace was located on the
northern wall. Above it, a stuffed elk head took prominence over the room. A
large rug patterned in golds and reds occupied the middle of the floor, and the
seating area had rusty red plush chairs, and two settees grouped around small
tables. Brass sconces lit the wall with light. The wide staircase lay to the
right with polished wooden steps and a simple banister. Like the rug, a
patterned runner covered the center of the staircase to muffle footsteps.
The simple but large reception desk
was centrally located and made of rich, dark mahogany with a marble countertop.
The female receptionist, dressed in a lemon chiffon dress, wore her hair bobbed
and held to one side by a gleaming jeweled comb.
"Bobbie Jo! Good morning, this is
my friend, Olive Johnson. She's here to see Edgar." Claretta greeted the
woman in yellow.
"Yes, he's expecting her. Come,
I'll take you to see him." Bobbie Jo led Olive past the staircase and to a
short hallway. She opened a door on the right and announced Olive’s arrival.
Edgar
Adams proved to be exactly as his cousin had described him. The buttons on his
green and gold checkered shirt strained with his round belly. He wasn't
completely bald; his dark hair grew in a circle on his head as if a bowl had
been placed on it and the hair cut around it. Thick, unruly sideburns trailed
down his cheeks.
Olive thought they were "mutton
chops" worn by men long ago. Edgar had a soft speaking voice that
immediately put Olive at ease. He asked her questions and wanted to know her
employment background.
Olive answered his questions and told
him why she was in Kansas. She watched as he wrote notes on a paper pad. His
large rectangular desk had a glass top with ledgers stacked to the left beside
a cup holding pens and pencils. A typewriter sat to the right. A large red vase
holding a beautiful bouquet of purple bearded irises and fat white and pink
peonies graced the desk's middle, the heady scent filling the air.
A coat and hat tree filled one corner,
and a large ponytail palm graced the other corner. Between the two corners, a
fireplace, cold for the summer, stood. A Victrola played Classical music.
Olive sat in one of three wine-colored chairs
facing Edgar. The soft cushion and back made her want to melt into it and stay.
The chairs matched the expensive rose rug under her feet.
Edgar stopped writing, put the pen
aside, and sat back, his arms crossed over his belly. His ice-blue eyes were
warm and welcoming. The smile that touched his mouth gave Olive hope. Cocking a
brow, he said, "Well, Miss Olive, welcome to the Adams Hotel. I want you
to start as soon as you can."
Excitement and thankfulness rocketed
through her and surged into her mouth. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Adams! I'll
start as soon as you need me!"
"Olive, I know we just met, but
Claretta has told me about you, and I feel I can trust you. Based on what you
told me, I want your opinion on a matter."
She swallowed the fear that bloomed in
her heart. Although Edgar Adams looked trustworthy, he was still a man, and men
hadn't been so reliable in her world. In fact, men had a lousy track record.
When she answered, it came out almost as a croak. "I'm listening."
Edgar rested his arms atop the desk,
steepled his fingers, drew a breath, and continued, "You had plenty of
time to see what took place in a rowdy town like Joplin. Your observations
might help me now. I'm working on a new business venture. Do you know what a
soda fountain is?"
"Yes. But I've never worked in
one. The Golden Maiden didn't have fountain service."
Edgar smiled and nodded. "I've
remodeled to have a lunch counter with a soda fountain. Now granted, I know
we're under a sugar ration but serving quick meals at the lunch counter should
keep us afloat until the war ends, and we can go back to normal life. I'm
asking you to help me in this new adventure. Your title will be Soda Clerk, but
you'll also manage the entire operation. And," he added, "advise me
should I need new information." Then Edgar stated the wage she would earn and
asked Olive if she was interested.
Olive almost burst into tears. The
amount was far more than she had dreamed of and by far more than a woman
expected to make.
"Yes, Mr. Adams, I accept your
offer. A manager! An advisor! Her heart beat with happiness as excitement
bloomed on her face.
"As a businessman, lawyers and
business associates guide me regarding financial matters. But I want a woman's
input with the day-to-day operation of the restaurant." Edgar took a deep
breath and blew it out hard. "You see, Lenore, my wife, hurt me deeply
when she left and took me to the cleaners, as they vulgarly say. She walked all
over me and rubbed it in my face. I gave her everything she wanted and went
into grave debt for her. God saw me through it. By the way, I'm a Christian
man, and I thank God that He saw me through the mess. I was bitter for about a
year, but how could I stay bitter when God raised me out of the pit of despair?
I didn't! And here I am today. When Claretta told me about you, I couldn't wait
to meet you! It took longer than I hoped, so I went forward with my plans,
remodeled the hotel, and prayed that God would lead me on."
Edgar stopped talking, drew out a
large square handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose. He continued.
"I'm a progressive man when it comes to women. I've watched how they are
treated, and I detest it! Women are just as capable as men to work in any field
they like. They may not have the brawn most men have, but they compensate by
working harder. I just know you'll do a good job. What do you say?"
Olive sniffed. "I'll work hard
and help you. Yes."
Edgar pulled a few papers from his
right hand, scooted them across the desk, and said, "By signing this, you
are my new assistant. Take the time to read over it, and I'll return in a few
minutes."
Giddiness tore through Olive; she
wanted to squeal with delight but tamped it down. Her racing heartbeat caused
her knees to grow weak. Fanning herself as she read Edgar's proposal, she
couldn't believe her good luck. Luck? Maybe it was a divine intervention. Edgar
spoke of how God turned him around from the pit of woes and despair. Was divine
intervention leading her to this little town on the far southwestern edge of
Kansas? Many miles from her family and her son?
Guilt stabbed Olive’s heart. She
needed God in her life. For several years now, she hadn't taken time to attend
church. But somehow, she managed to go through life and overcome the pitfalls
that came her way. Was it God getting her through? Her conscience told her the
Almighty watched over her and delivered her.
She had never felt so alone as she did
at this moment. She ached to see Mama and Pa again. She wanted to talk to Peter
and watch him play with his toys like little Herman and Charles Henry had this
morning. She needed that in her life.
Shame stung, along with guilt. She had
to get her life in order and bring her son to live with her. It was the right
thing to do.
She vowed to do what she needed this time. She asked for God's help and ended the prayer as Edgar and Claretta entered the room, smiles rimming their happy faces.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
By the end of Olive’s interview with
Edgar Adams, the rain had stopped, and the sunshine transformed the darkened
sky into a pretty bright blue with floating cotton clouds. The afternoon was
rain-freshened, warm, and waiting to be explored.
Claretta and Olive stopped by the
Eagle Mercantile for a few grocery items. Olive bought two bars of Palm Oil
soap at Taylor's store and a little vial of English Lavender toilet water. She
had used her supply of perfume before she left Joplin. Claretta's last stop was
at the First National Bank.
Claretta dodged the muddy puddles on
the road and finally pulled the Buick into the farm's gravel drive. Another
car, a sleek brown Chevrolet coupe, sat near the mailbox.
Lydia Fitzhugh rushed out the front
door, arms wide, with a big smile. Happiness lit her face as she embraced Olive.
"It's good to see you!" She kissed Olive’s hair and tightened her hug
around Olive’s shoulders.
Inside the house, more surprises
awaited Olive. Edward's sister, Anna Webber, had ridden with Lydia to the farm.
Anna's children, Doris and Herschel, played with their cousins on the carpet.
Olive told them the good news about
the job, and after a little while she gathered her bags to go home with Lydia
on the south side of town.
Claretta promised to visit and waved
as Lydia drove away. On the way, Lydia chattered about Ansel and living in
Kansas.
Once they reached their destination, Olive
settled into the spare bedroom. The iron bedstead was small and covered with a
blanket and flower garden-themed quilt. A small chair occupied one corner of
the room, and a potted plant stood near the window, soaking in the natural
light. The table by the bed held a chamber pot because they did not yet have
indoor plumbing. The outhouse claimed the position of the east corner in the
backyard.
Lydia was frying chicken in the small
kitchen, and Ansel sat in his wing chair reading the daily newspaper. Olive came
to the kitchen and offered to help with supper preparations.
She peeled potatoes, put them in a
pot, covered them with water, and placed the pan on the stove to boil.
"Lydia, have you told anyone that I married Jimmy Maston? And it's okay if
you did. I just want to know what everyone knows about me."
Lydia finished turning the chicken
pieces, placed the lid over the skillet, and sat at the table in a ladder-back
chair. "They know you were married but don't know any details. I consider
that gossip, If you want them to know anything about it, you can tell them
yourself. I hope you're not upset with me." Lydia removed her wire
spectacles and wiped them with the hem of her apron.
Olive sat in the chair opposite Lydia
and sipped a glass of water. "I'm not upset. The reason I asked is because
I'm embarrassed. When I think back it seems like a nightmare. To be in the
company of bootleggers and their operation is unbelievable! And I don't trust
Joe Tanner and what he might do next."
Ansel listened from the living room
and interjected, "Are you afraid Tanner may come to Kansas looking for
you? If so, we need to go to the authorities, and we all need to be on alert, Olive."
He joined the women at the table.
"I understand your relationship with Maston, and his gang are private, but
safety is key. We will do all we can to help protect you."
Olive’s face pulled into a shriveled
frown, marring her smooth skin. For a few seconds, she fought to swallow the
panic and anxiety that welled inside. She worried that Tanner might harm her
father and then come after her. Even here in southwestern Kansas, over four
hundred miles away, it might not be far enough for a foolish, greedy gunman
like Tanner to track her down just for the sake of getting even. It all went
back to him killing Daniel Winters.
Guilt and shame roiled inside her, and
her stomach was nauseous. "Yes, I worry about what might happen, Ansel.
But I don't want to involve any of you in my mess. I want to live my life in
peace and harmony now. The notion that women can't get themselves through life
without a husband is clearly ridiculous! All I want to do is find my own place
and then bring Peter to live with me."
Lydia returned to the cook stove.
"Amen to that! Women do not need men to survive!" She gave her
husband a sweet smile.
"Yes, well, I just happen to be a
progressive man in that belief, ladies," Ansel cocked a brow. "But we
all know it takes money to live, and unless a woman is born and bred into a
prosperous family, she will have to work her way up the ladder of life. It's
never easy."
"That's why I gave in and married
Jimmy. I needed money for Peter's doctor’s bills. Good men may be out there,
but I lack judgement choosing them."
Olive wanted to laugh with nervous
energy but held it in. "Now more than ever, I don't trust them."
"It seems like Edgar Adams’
invitation for you to assist him in his new business venture may be a way for
you to make your dream come true. Lydia told me what you'll be doing. Live with
us and save your money. You can bring Peter here."
Ansel's voice held understanding and
compassion. He continued, "I hope you don't think I'm butting into your
business, but here's what I think. Let's not jump the gun and expect that
Tanner will cause trouble. We'll go about our lives, however, let's be alert
and cautious."
"That sounds like a plan. I like
that." Olive agreed.
After supper, Olive and Lydia cleaned
the kitchen and sat on the porch in rocking chairs. The night air had cooled
from the morning rain and fireflies lit the air with twinkling bits of light.
Lydia’s face brightened. "Since
you don't start your job until Monday, let's go to town tomorrow. I want to
show you around and introduce you to my friends."
The rusty creak of the screen door
sounded, the bottom of the door dragging on the porch, and Ansel appeared.
"I just had a phone call from Will Brier. He's coming out tomorrow since
it's his last day at home. He mentioned we might all get together and run
around."
Lydia's eyes grew round, "Oh,
such fun! What's playing at the Majestic?"
"I'll look in the paper, but
there's always the pie supper at the church, too. I was thinking of supper and
dessert, and Olive might meet many of our friends," Ansel proposed.
"Excellent!" Lydia clapped
her hands.
"Let's run it by Will before we
decide."
"I'd enjoy meeting your
friends," Olive said, standing. "I need to write to Mama
tonight."
"We can mail it tomorrow," Lydia answered.
***
The roar of Will Brier's Oakland Six
rambled to a stop in the dusty driveway. Ansel, wearing tan trousers and a
white collared shirt, greeted him with a hearty clap on Will's back, and they
found the women inside the house. Will wore his Naval white dress uniform, his
sailor's cap, and black oxfords.
"It's good to see you and Lydia
again. Olive, I trust you're finding Kansas a lot like Missouri?" he eyed
Olive, a grin framing his generous mouth.
"I've not seen enough of the
state to give my opinion yet, but from what I've seen of Kansas, Missouri has
the same wind, dust, and farm fields."
Everyone laughed at Olive’s remark.
"Well, what do you all propose to
do this afternoon?" Ansel asked. He looked from his wife to Olive and
Will. His brows arched high, framing blue eyes. No one answered right away, so Olive
spoke.
"Since I don't know the area,
I'll leave it up to you three. But nothing late. I have to report for work
early in the morning."
"You're at our mercy," Will
joked, smiling broadly.
The four decided to run about town in
Will's Oakland and see the sights. For supper, they would attend the pie supper
at the Methodist Church. Driving down Main Street, Lydia pointed out the
various shops and business buildings. The Post Office with the American flag waving
from the flagpole, the Western Electric Lakefield Light, Ice, and Power Company
occupying an entire city block and The Peoples Bank.
Olive noticed the Lakefield Sheet
Metal Works, the Summers Store, the Harness Shop, the Majestic Theatre, plus several
restaurants and churches.
When they passed the Adams Hotel, Olive
smiled. She was eager to learn to work the soda fountain. Olive knew the
ins-and-outs of working in the Golden Maiden, so she didn't anticipate
problems. She noticed the windows in many of the businesses were arranged with
patriotic displays.
"Lakefield must be a patriotic town, from
all the decorations, flags, and window displays I see."
"Oh yes, when we joined the war,
we were sent off with speeches, tables of food, and a fine parade down Main
Street. The entire town came out to see us leave in a blaze of glory!"
Will answered.
The afternoon sun sank lower in the
western sky when Will parked his automobile in the grassy lot next to the
Friends’ Church on Fourth Street. Ansel and Lydia went through the double doors
first, followed by Will and Olive.
Olive hung back, and Will asked if
anything was wrong. "I'm anxious, that’s all," she explained. She was
tired of relocating and meeting new people, tired of new jobs, and not settling
down.
Will took her upper arm and held it
snugly. "I don't know what you're feeling, but I assure you that you're
welcome in our little town. I'm beside you and will help you through this. If
you'd rather go back, I'll take you. Just say the word." His tone soothed
her, and she knew he was supporting her. Will gazed at her, waiting for her to
answer.
She bit her lip and straightened her
back. She could do this. It was only for an hour or so. It wouldn't hurt for
her to meet and possibly make new acquaintances and friends. The pressure of Will's
hand filled her with energy and strength, not to mention how much his
supportive words helped.
Swallowing her fear, Olive met Will's
smile with confidence. "Alright. Let's do this."
When they stepped through the church
doors, they were met with smiles and conversation. Will introduced Olive to the
preacher and the pie supper workers. Handing her a glass of lemonade, they made
their way to a long table where his family sat. Will's mother and stepfather
were talking to Ed and Claretta. Anna sat across from them.
"Olive, allow me to introduce you
to my Uncle Kemp and Aunt Lucy and my cousins Dora and Anna Mae. Dora's a
teacher, and Anna Mae's a Red Cross nurse. Their husbands are serving in the
military." Looking at an older couple, Will continued, "And here’s Claretta's
mother and father. I know you met Mrs. Hammontree in Arkansas. Next to them are
Dr. Marsh and his Anna, who is my cousin, my Uncle Herman, and Aunt Emma."
Will stopped and took a breath, chuckling, and finished. "You can't
possibly remember everyone's names, but you will eventually."
Everyone welcomed Olive to the table.
The pie supper got underway, and oysters, fried chicken, baked potatoes, bread
and butter, pickles, cake, and pie were served.
Blanche Swan was voted the most
popular young lady at the event.
Ralph Erlewine received the cake for
the laziest man attending the supper.
The church's choir provided music, and
dancing ensued.
Olive watched the couples dancing in
the little tiled portion of the church's reception hall. Lydia and Ansel were
among them. Men and women laughed and talked while whirling around the floor.
Will discussed sunflower production with his brother, uncle, and cousins.
The evening was coming to a close.
Ladies cleaned and carried leftover food to the back room while others washed
and dried dishes.
Anna sat close to Olive. "Are you
having fun, Olive?" Her short blonde hair shone like sunshine on a clear
day. Curls were pinned in place on the right side of her head, and pearl
earrings clung to her ear lobes. A pearl necklace complimented her white
percale dress. An embroidered collar and cuffs gave rich detail to her look.
Olive smiled in return. "Yes,
it's been quite the evening, Anna. I'm glad I came. I suspect you miss Grant
when you attend these festivities?"
"Oh yes. He's not as lucky to
come home as Will. Will graduated, and the Navy let him come home to help with the
harvest. But hopefully, Grant will make it home soon."
She looked at Olive as a smile played
about her lips. "Will told Mother and Charlie about you. He's quite taken
with you, Olive." Anna waited for her reaction.
Olive
sucked in a breath. What could she say? She did not want to offend Anna, but
she didn't want to encourage any type of romantic thoughts. She had none, on
her end of things.
"What did he say to them?"
Anna's face said it all. "Will is
still a bachelor for a good reason. He's always refused to 'jump the gun' as he
says about getting married. He takes the teasing in good stride and charges on
with his life. He's got a good life now. He's never been interested in any
woman like he's interested in you, Olive."
Olive’s smile faded, her mouth opened,
and her mind swam with thoughts like a fish in the lake. Clearing her throat
and coughing, her eyes widened, and her toes curled in her too-tight shoes. She
couldn't get the words to come out.
With a gleam in her blue eyes and a
knowing grin, Anna continued, "My brother's a good catch. He's a champion
among the menfolk in this area. Will's true blue as they come; he's interested
in you, and I wanted you to know."
Anna took Olive’s hand in hers and
squeezed. "I want us to be good friends. I never had a sister, only two
brothers. I always wished for a sister to tell secrets, laugh with, swim in the
lake, switch dresses and hair ribbons, play games, and write notes. I wanted
someone to fuss and argue with."
Immediately, Olive’s memory of Lizzie
was conjured. All the years Olive followed Lizzie around, soaking up what her
big sister said and did. Wanting to be just like Lizzie was a goal in her life.
And then Lizzie was taken away through death.
Tears
sprung to her eyes and her nose burned with grief. "Anna, I know what you
mean." She squeezed the woman's hand in return. "My sister Lizzie was
my shining star until she died a couple of years ago in Joplin."
Anna's blue eyes glazed over with
tears, and she nodded. "Then we have a bond, don't we?"
Olive felt love for Will's sister
bloom in her heart. At once she knew, just knew, that she and Anna would become
extremely close like kindred spirits. "Yes, we sure do."
"It
looks like they're getting ready to close the doors. Are you girls ready to go
home?" Will interrupted their conversation.
"Yes, I'm tired. And I have work
tomorrow." Olive answered.
"I'm ready. My baby probably wants
her Mama," Anna said. Squeezing Olive’s hand one more time, she said
goodnight.
Will drove to Ansel and Lydia's house
but declined their invitation to go inside. "Thank you, but I've got an
early morning wake-up call and traveling ahead of me. I'll say goodnight to Olive
and be on my way."
Ansel and Lydia went inside, leaving Olive
in the car with Will. Due to what Anna had told her earlier that evening, Olive
was afraid he might mention his feelings for her. She was surprised and relieved
when he did not.
Will walked Olive down the path to the
front door. "Thank you for the evening. I hope you've had a good
time."
"Thank you for taking me. It was
good to see everyone having a nice evening. I want to wish you well as you
return to the Naval Base."
"And I hope you do well with your
new job," Will said, sincerity lighting his eyes. "I hope to see you
again when I come home. I'm not sure when it will be…" His white uniform
with its broad collar and neckerchief, stood out in the night's inky darkness.
"You'll see me again. Anna and I
hope to become best friends."
The words seemed to set off a spark in
Will. His eyes held confidence, as a new contentment played in his smile.
"I'm so glad to hear that! You'll love my sister. She means a lot to me
and to Ed, too. Claretta's also a fine woman. Get to know her."
Taking Olive’s right hand, he kissed
it, saying, "Good night, sleep tight."
And away he sped into the dark
September night.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Olive reported to work at the hotel
the next day. In the quiet soda fountain parlor, she sucked in the sweet smells
of candy, soda, and ice cream. The coffee pot simmered with fresh brew, a
tantalizing aroma whetting the appetite of coffee drinkers, encouraging them to
fill their cups. A small display case built into the counter featured penny
candy.
She tied a freshly starched white
apron around her middle and pinned her hair under a cap. She waited by the
forest green marble counter for Edgar Adams to arrive. It was no wonder the
Adams Hotel was popular with hotel guests and the locals.
The fountain boasted three gooseneck spigots;
the tanks of soda water hidden beneath the counter. A mirrored back bar with
glass shelves displayed an array of labeled colorful syrup bottles. Soda
glasses, sundae dishes, and plates lined the shelves. The long mirror reminded Olive
of the Golden Maiden's expansive mirror. A large chalkboard with a menu written
in white chalk hung near the mirror.
Round mahogany round tables and chairs
occupied the center of the small area, and an overhead ceiling fan moved the
cool morning air through the room. Bright electric chandeliers highlighted dominoes
and a checkerboard set on a table ready for anyone who was interested in a
game.
"Good
morning, Olive! What a fine day it is!" Edgar greeted her five minutes
later.
Others joined him from the kitchen
door. Edgar introduced everyone, and Olive met the hotel's cook, Theodore, the
maintenance man, Jasper, two maids, Carolyn and Lucy, and the front desk clerk,
Hollis.
After giving the staff a short pep
talk about keeping the customers satisfied so they would return, they
dispersed.
"Are you ready to get
started?" Edgar's smile reached both ears.
"More than ready," Olive said,
matching Edgar's smile. Hope bloomed in her heart that this time around, her
purse strings would be better off.
Edgar disappeared briefly to his
office down the hallway. When he returned, he washed his hands at the sink,
buttoned a large white lab coat about his middle, and rubbed his hands
together.
"First thing is the basics."
He gathered a crystal-thin soda glass and a white towel, took off the lid of a
glass jar, and withdrew a paper straw. "Let's make a simple cherry
soda." He grabbed a bottle of cherry syrup.
"First, fill the glass with ice,
then add the syrup. And remember, a little goes a long way. Next, add the soda
water," Edgar continued, his voice calm and reassuring. "Just pull
down on this lever and aim for the center of the glass to prevent a fizzy
overflow!"
He chuckled as the glass filled with a
hiss. When the glass was filled, he set it before them. "I like adding a
little visual aid to my creation if possible. "He grabbed a jar of
maraschino cherries, plopped one into the glass, and added the paper straw.
"Here you go, try this."
Olive sipped the drink and scrunched
her nose as the fizz tickled. Sweet and frothy, it was heaven on her tongue.
The mixture cooled her nerves, and she instantly wanted more of the cherry
goodness.
Edgar's brows rose to new heights as
he watched her. "And?" His voice held hope.
"Delicious, Mr. Adams." She
nodded and sipped again.
Satisfaction spread across his face.
"Wash up, and you can try your hand at it. Remember, we practice safety
and healthy rules first. Now, let us make a root beer float."
Edgar placed a clean glass on the
counter, took an ice cream scoop, and went to the refrigerator located behind
the counter. Grabbing a brown bottle of root beer flavor, he opened it and
poured a bit into the glass. With practiced ease, he crafted the drink.
"I make mine this way. Pour a bit
of beer in the glass." He winked at her. "Then about two or three
scoops of ice cream, then fill it to the top with root beer."
Olive watched Edgar produce a creamy,
delectable concoction. He plopped a straw into the glass. "Easy as
pie."
As she sucked from the straw, she
listened to Edgar. "I've ordered paper cups, but they've not come in yet.
Paper cups are more sanitary than glass. I haven't put in a new-fangled
automatic dishwasher due to cost. So, until I do that, paper is the best bet.
The State Health Office makes their rounds quite frequently, so we want to
always maintain hygiene."
"Mr. Adams," Olive said,
"how long are you giving me to learn the ingredients that go into all the
items on the menu?" Worry laced her words, and her mind spun.
"Ah!" Edgar exclaimed. He
reached below the counter and drew out a large book, plopping it on the
counter. "Recipes."
Olive’s smile graced her face.
"Thank goodness!"
"But we don't offer many items in
the recipe book just yet. With the war rations going on, we're lucky to have
what we have. Chocolate is too expensive, and if we got any, it would only last
a couple of weeks. So, don't fret. We learn by doing."
At
the noon hour, the soda fountain bustled with the cheerful chatter of the lunch
crowd. The tantalizing aroma of coffee and sweet treats drew the patrons
inside. Olive served and took orders as the afternoon wore on. Serving up
frothy concoctions with finesse while chatting with the customers, her
confidence grew, and her pocket jingled with the sound of tips.
By the end of the day, Olive beamed
with happiness, for she had met the Lakefield mayor, the postmaster, the men
who worked at the Light and Ice company, and many more citizens of town. She
smiled to herself as she practiced positive self-talk. When overwhelm
threatened, Edgar was right there to help her through it. As she bid her boss
farewell that evening, she knew this was the right place at the right moment.
She looked forward to returning for another day of creating fizzy delights.
Sweet success warmed her heart.
Lydia waited outside for Olive and
drove her home. Storm clouds gathered in the western sky, and it looked as if
the heavens would open to a squalling line of thunderstorms. The dirt roads
held enough dust to fill up a tall silo. Driving at a moderate speed, the dust
infiltrated the car and covered the women with grit and grime.
"Did your day go well?"
Lydia asked as she turned on Eighth Street and headed home.
"It was interesting, and I met so
many wonderful people! Mr. Adams is a caring man."
"He reminds me of Claretta's
grandfather on her mother's side of the family. He is a stable and, like you
said, caring man."
"I'm hoping for a nice paycheck
to get on my feet." She drew a breath, "Lydia, you know I appreciate
you and Ansel allowing me to stay with you, but my goal is to have my own house
and bring Pete here to live."
Lydia agreed with her friend, and they
arrived at the house. The women talked about the war while cooking supper, which
was roast beef with potatoes and string beans from the garden. The stove’s heat
filled the kitchen and delicious scents wafted in the air.
During dinner, Ansel made plans to go
to church and work for the Good Cheer Club. "They're working on Christmas
boxes for the troops. Aren't you on a committee, darling?" Ansel looked at
his wife.
"Yes, I'm working for Hazel
Saunders. Olive, maybe you can join a team. Working at the hotel, you may be
able to round up funds to help with the good cheer packages."
"I'll do what I can," Olive answered,
happy to be of service where she was needed.
The telephone rang at that moment. Ansel called to Olive from the living room, "Olive, it's for you. It's Ben, and he sounds disturbed."
***
When Olive hung up the telephone, she
sat still, digesting what her brother had told her. "Lydia, Ansel…"
She could not think of any more words. Totally hampered by the news, Olive’s body
tensed, and her fists curled. An escaped cry came from her. She wanted to flee
where no one would ever find her.
Instantly, Lydia and Ansel stood
before Olive, bending over and quizzing her about the call.
Ansel brought her a water glass.
"Here, take a sip."
Olive obeyed. She held the glass and
took drinks between words. "Tanner's up to no good. He turned Pa into the
sheriff for operating an illegal still. Because everybody knows Pa, and he had
only one still and only uses it for personal reasons, they didn't take him to
jail. But he paid a big fine and someone smashed it. Pa told Ben that Tanner
threatened him and mentioned coming after me!"
Lydia gathered her friend into a hug.
Ansel let go of a few unrepeatable
words: "I'm going to alert the authorities tomorrow. Olive, you can't be
alone at any time. I'm not meaning to frighten you, but Tanner's not to be
trusted. This is terrible!"
Olive drew a breath and set the glass
on the table. Rising, she said, "I'm washing off the day's grime and
changing my dress. I'll be ready to go in a few minutes." She left the
room.
Ansel and Lydia looked at each other,
shaking their heads, and then Lydia cleared the supper table.
Several groups attended different
duties for the war effort at the Methodist Episcopal Church. The Good Cheer
Club worked to fill two hundred boxes with Christmas cheer for the troops while
the Ladies Aid Society planned their bazaar event.
Another group, the Military Relief
Committee, worked at tables in the corner of the room, where ladies and girls
cut bandages from old sheets and table linens donated to the Red Cross. Several
others knitted various clothing items.
"Yoo-hoo, Lydia!" A woman's
stout voice called from a corner of the room. It was Mrs. Hobbs, a coordinator
for the local Red Cross. Mrs. Hobbs greeted her warmly while Lydia introduced Olive.
"Good to see you tonight, ladies.
If you need something to keep you occupied, there are a few different
tasks." Gloria Hobbs looked around the room. "Find what you're
comfortable doing."
Olive chose the bandage committee. The
woman in charge explained how they made the bandages. She demonstrated the
four-tailed head bandages, the triangular bandages, and the wristlets to Olive.
Olive chose rolling bandages. The simple task would possibly keep her mind off
her father and Tanner.
Rolling the strips of cloth into neat
balls, she listened to the other women as they worked. Some of the ladies cut
old sheets and table linens into bandages, while others hemmed handkerchiefs
and napkins.
Rolling the endless white strips, Olive’s
mind spun with questions she wanted answered. She couldn't leave and go to her
parents, not when she was just starting her job. Ben was close and would look out
for them. But now, she had to spend precious time wondering if Tanner would
show up here and cause her trouble.
She loosened the grip on the white
cloth. Her knuckles were turning red, and she breathed long, calm breaths. God
would protect her, and her faith focused on the verses about God's protection.
But she admitted to herself she was
scared. And tired. And mad. Tanner needed to be taken down, but she wasn't the
person to do that. She prayed that Tanner would slip up, get caught red-handed,
and go to jail where he belonged. That, or he would repent of his wicked ways
and stop harassing people.
She figured the first one was what
would happen. But one could always hope he'd see the error of his ways before
something bad happened.
As Olive packed the rolled bandages in
the big box, Anna came over. "Olive, it's a delight to see you here
tonight. You're putting a dent in those bandages!" She chuckled and sat
down beside her.
Olive smiled. "I'm on a roll…get
it?"
Anna rubbed her hands, stroking her
fingers. "You sure are! I needed a break from knitting. My fingers feel
numb. It feels like I've knitted a hundred pairs of socks tonight!" She
sighed. "How did your day go?"
Olive told Anna all about her day at
the soda fountain and listened as Anna talked about her little girl, Doris.
"Did you know the barn burned last night?"
"Heavens, no. What in the world
happened?"
"The fire marshal said the cause
was spontaneous combustion. We lost several good saddles, tack, and hay. The
barn's a total loss." Anna continued to massage her fingers and hands.
"I'm sorry to hear this," Olive
sympathized.
"I've
heard from Will. He landed back in Virginia. He's hoping to catch up with his
old friend, Clarence. All the boys miss each other and hope the war doesn't
drag on for years."
Standing, Anna smiled at Olive.
"He asked about you, so I told him I'd check on you. You'll have to come
to supper sometime soon. Doris would love to see you again."
Olive’s face heated to a strawberry
blush at the mention of Will. "I'd like to see you and Doris. Tell me
when, and I'll come."
While Anna finished chatting with Olive,
Ansel and Lydia stood near Anna. Olive noticed Ansel's face wasn't wearing his
usual happy demeanor. Instead, a deep frown increased the wrinkles about his
mouth.
"It looks like Lydia and Ansel
are ready to leave. Anna, I'll come by some evening and spend time with
you."
They were barely in the automobile
when Ansel unleashed his plan. "I've been thinking about this all night.
I'm going to see Sheriff Woods tomorrow. I want protection for you and for
Lydia."
"Why me?" Lydia squealed,
looking at her husband. "I don't need to be protected!"
"Yes, you do. Tanner could show
up anywhere. Do as I say, Lydia." Ansel's voice lifted with each word.
Lydia was surprised at his tone, and
he hurried to explain: "He's not to be trusted. You both must be on guard
at every minute." He noticed Lydia's teary look. "I'm sorry to
frighten you, but this is serious. You both are not to be left alone at any
time until I get home. Promise me."
Lydia glanced back to Olive, and she
nodded. "We promise." Looking at her husband, she asked, "Are
they going to try to find him?"
Ansel turned the car onto their road,
staring straight ahead. "They're not going to do anything. Tanner's done
nothing to do anything about. Threatening someone isn't a reason to arrest or
even question him; that's why it's so important that you both listen to me. Olive,
you probably don't want to do this, but you must tell Edgar what's
happening."
Olive gasped. That was the last thing
she wanted to do. "But Ansel…"
"No buts. If you don't tell him,
I will. Maybe I should anyway; it's easier to speak man to man."
Olive was thankful for Ansel's help.
Being on her own again in a new town and not knowing anyone was hard enough,
let alone dealing with a madman on the loose. She gave in to Ansel's wishes.
"Yes, talk to him and let me concentrate on working." Tears began,
and a little cry escaped her lips.
Ansel's voice grew calm. "It's
going to be alright. Things have a way of working out."
"I know, but if it wasn't for my
past mistakes, marrying Jimmy and getting involved with a bunch of criminals,
this wouldn't be happening! And Lydia and you wouldn't be involved. I'm deeply
sorry!" Olive’s voice cracked, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Her
chest felt like a rock rested on it.
"Stop that right now!" Lydia
exclaimed. "You know I'd help you anytime, anywhere, you’re like a sister
to me."
Ansel pulled the car into the
driveway, and they walked through the inky night into the comfort of a lamplit
house.
Olive bid the pair good night and went
to her bedroom. Pulling the bed covers up to her chin, she shivered, her hands
trembled, and her leg muscles tightened. She stretched them out to keep the
cramps away. Looking around the orderly bedroom, she knew she was safe.
So why was she scared?
