cottage. He stopped for a moment to wipe his face with a handkerchief when Dooley blew by him on his red bicycle.
âHey!â shouted Dooley.
âHey, yourself!â he shouted back.
He saw the boy throw the bicycle down by Bettyâs front steps, fling his helmet in the grass, and race to the door.
âMama! Mama!â he called through the screen door.
Pauline appeared at the door and let him in as the rector walked up to the porch.
âMama, thereâs a job at Hope House! Something in the dining room! I heard it at the store, they need somebody right now.â
âOh.â Pauline grew pale and put her hand to the left side of her face. âI . . . donât know.â
âYouâve waited tables, Mama, you can do it! You can do it!â
He saw the look on Dooleyâs face, and tried to swallow down a knot in his throat. In only a few years, this boy on a bicycle would be worth over a million dollars, maybe two million if the market stayed strong. Dooley wouldnât know this until he was twenty-one, but the rector could see that Sadie Baxter had known exactly what she was doing when she drew up her will.
âCome on, Mama, get dressed and go up there, Iâve got to get back to The Local or Avisâll kill me, I got five deliveries.â
âIâll take you,â the rector told Pauline. âIâll go home and get the car, wonât be a minute.â Hang the meeting in the parish hall at two oâclock.
Pauline looked at him through the screen door, keeping her hand over the left side of her face. âOh, but . . . I donât have anything to . . . I donât know . . .â
âDonât be afraid,â he said.
Tears suddenly filled Paulineâs eyes, but she managed to smile. âOK,â she said, turning to look at her son. âI can do it.â
âRight!â said Dooley. He charged through the door and raced down the steps and was away on his red bicycle, but not before the rector saw the flush of unguarded hope on his face.
âIâll be back,â said Father Tim. âWear that blue skirt and white blouse, why donât you? I thought you looked very . . .ââhe wasnât terribly good at this; he searched for a wordâânice . . . in that.â
She gazed at him for a long moment, almost smiling, and disappeared down the hall.
An attractive woman, he thought, tall and slender and surprisinglypoised, somehow. Her old life was written on her face, as all our lives are written, but something shone through that and transformed it.
In his opinion, Hope House might have done a notch better on their personnel director, Lida Willis.
âHow long have you been sober?â asked the stern-looking woman, eyeing Pauline.
âA year and a half.â
âWhat happened to turn you around?â
âI prayed a prayer,â said Pauline, looking fully into the directorâs cool gaze.
âYou prayed a prayer?â
Though he sat well across the room, feigning interest in a magazine, Father Tim felt the tension of this encounter. God was calling Pauline Barlowe to come up higher.
âYes, maâam.â
âAre you in AA?â
âNo, maâam.â
âWhy not?â
âI donât know. I . . . feel like God has healed me of drinkinâ. I donât crave it no more.â
âShoneyâs fired you for drinking on the job?â
âYes. But they said that . . . when I was sober, I was the best they ever had.â
âMiss Barlowe, what makes you think you might be right for this job?â
âI understand being around food, I get along real well with people, and Iâm not afraid of hard work.â
The director sat back in her chair and looked at Pauline, but said nothing.
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