Chapter Eighteen

“You’re looking much better today,” Velma said as she and

Natalie drank tea in Natalie’s parlor.

“I’m feeling much better,” Natalie replied.

“I talked to Mark about the social group, and he doesn’t expect me

to keep going to those social engagements with Fran and her

friends. He told me I shouldn’t do anything that makes me

uncomfortable.”

“I’m glad Mark said that. Growing up, I knew

some women who had to do whatever their husbands wanted. Their

husbands’ reputations came first.” She shuddered. “I used to think

that was the way marriage worked. Being married to Tony, I realize

it doesn’t have to be that way.”

“You might have actually enjoyed being with

Mark had you married him. There’s a lot more to him than his

money.”

“And you might have enjoyed being with Tony

had you married him.” She winked. “I don’t need to tell you how

exciting it is to find a critter invading your house, do I?”

Natalie laughed. “No, you don’t. I’ve had my

share of vermin that snuck into the house while growing up.”

Velma grinned. “I don’t like it when they do,

but it is kind of fun watching Tony take care of them. He’s like a

knight in shining armor when he comes in to rescue me.”

“I never thought of men coming in to take

care of vermin as knights in shining armor.”

“That’s probably because things like mice and

snakes don’t scare you.”

“You’re right. They don’t. I got so used to

them that I was even taking care of them.”

Velma grimaced. “Please tell me you’re

joking.”

Natalie thought about assuring her she was,

but she found no reason to lie about it. “I used to set good traps.

I can teach you how to make them if you want.”

“I’d rather not learn that.” She finished her

tea, set her cup on the tray, and then settled back in her seat.

“I’ll let Tony handle those things for me. Besides, I have enough

to do with learning how to cook meals. You and Jenny made cooking

look easy.”

“Cooking is easy.”

Velma rolled her eyes. “Sure, it is.”

“All you have to do is follow a recipe.”

“So you say, but I’ve made enough burnt meals

to prove otherwise.”

“Maybe I should teach you.”

“There’s no need. Angela’s been doing

that.”

“She has?” Natalie asked, surprised since she

hadn’t heard anything about Angela in a while.

“Yes. Angela comes out about twice a week to

help me.”

“How is she doing?”

“Wonderful. She and Sep were made for each

other. I don’t think they had to adjust to their marriage like we

did. They just seemed to sort of fit together naturally.”

Natalie had gotten that impression, too. “I

suppose things could have been easier if we had married the other

twin, but would we have been as happy as we are now?”

“No. Angela was right. You were perfect for

Mark, and I was perfect for Tony. At least she didn’t leave me to

figure things out all by myself. If it weren’t for her, I don’t

know if I would have been able to keep going during those first

couple of weeks at the farm. I grew up used to all of this.” She

gestured to the things in the room. “I’d never had to do anything

myself. Out there, I had to learn to do everything.”

“That’s not completely true,” she teased.

“You just told me Tony’s taking care of the vermin.”

“Alright, I do almost everything myself. It

was scary at first, but I’ll admit that there’s a sense of

accomplishment in doing things yourself. The work is hard, but it’s

good, too.” Velma chuckled. “Can you believe I’m saying that? I

used to think the only thing I’d ever find fulfillment in was

helping my husband acquire more clients. These days, I’m happy when

the laundry is all clean and I didn’t burn a meal.”

“I have a confession to make. I don’t miss

cooking and doing laundry.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.

It’s exhausting. Notice I said I was happy when the laundry is all clean and

when I didn’t burn

a meal. That’s all past tense. I like the satisfaction of knowing

things turned out like they were supposed to.”

“Yes, but those chores never end.”

“Neither does the prospect of running into

people like Fran. I hate to bring this up, but Omaha isn’t that

big. You’re bound to run into her and those other women who’ve been

giving you a difficult time. Do you think you’re prepared for

that?”

“I’m not going to join them for another

social engagement. I’m not going to seek them out. I’ll deal with

them when I have to, but I no longer care if they think I’m not

sophisticated enough to be Mark’s wife. Mark loves me. That’s all

that really matters.”

“It is all that really matters. However, if

you happen to be out and they approach you, act like whatever they

say doesn’t bother you. It’s the only way to make people like that

leave you alone.”

“I see what you’re saying. It’s like what

this boy in my school went through when another boy was picking on

him. As long as the boy yelled back, the first one kept irritating

him. But after the second boy ignored him for a while, the first

one got bored and moved on.”

“Exactly. It’s hard to keep a fire going when

you stop putting wood into the fireplace.”

Natalie nodded and finished her tea. It did

feel good to have a plan in case Fran, Katherine, or someone else

came up to her to tell her what she was doing wrong.

“You’ll be fine,” Velma said. “You’ve got a

peace about you that you didn’t have yesterday.”

“Well, it helped that I talked to Mark about

it and he was understanding. I should have talked to him

sooner.”

“At least you talked to him when you

did.”

“Yes, that’s true.” She smiled at her. “I’m

glad you stopped by.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all

night. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Thank you.” Natalie ran her thumb along the

handle of her cup then ventured, “Velma, do you think we could be

friends?”

“I know I made things difficult for you. It’s

no wonder you worried whether I’m your friend or not, but you’re

the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I can see why Mark chose you

over me.” Before Natalie could respond, she added, “I meant what I

said. I’m glad things turned out the way they did.” She

straightened up. “I have to go. I want to be back in time to make

dinner for my husband, but I have an errand to do first. You make

sure you keep your focus on Mark. Don’t let people like Fran get in

your way.”

“I won’t. I promise.” She stood up and walked

with Velma to the front door. “Thank you for coming by. You’re

always welcome here.”

“I appreciate that. I will stop in from time

to time, but I probably won’t be coming by much once the harvest

begins. I hear it’s one of the busiest times of the year for

farmers and their wives.”

“It is. Do you think it’d be alright if I

came out to help for a day or two?”

Velma laughed. “You’re more than welcome to

help. From what Tony’s aunt Jessica said, they can always use more

help. Though, I don’t know why you’d want to subject yourself to

all of that work when you could relax in this place.”

Unable to resist teasing her, Natalie said,

“I thought you said all that work gave you a sense of

accomplishment.”

“I did, but this is even more work than what

I’ve been doing. I haven’t lost my wits. I’m not looking forward to

doing even more work! I still prefer to spend quiet moments with

Tony at places like the lake where I’m not doing anything.”

“I bet you appreciate those quiet moments a

lot more since you do all that work.”

“Yes, I do. It makes the quiet moments that

much more rewarding.” To her surprise, Velma reached out and hugged

her. “If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Then Velma turned to the door, thanked the

butler, and left the house. Natalie watched as Velma walked down

the steps and to the buggy she had parked in front of the house.

Whoever would have thought Velma had it in her to hug someone? All

along, Velma had seemed reserved. Natalie had never seen her

express much emotion.

Natalie suspected Tony was responsible for

Velma allowing herself to be open to other people. Velma was no

longer holding people at a distance. She was now welcoming them

into her life, and, more importantly, her heart. There was no doubt

about it. Tony was exactly what Velma had needed.

***

Late the next afternoon, Natalie was sewing a

design on Mark’s pillowcase when Ben ran into the parlor, bypassing

the startled butler. She almost pricked her finger with the needle

as Ben rushed over to her.

“Is Mark here?” Ben asked.

“No.” She glanced at the clock. “He shouldn’t

be home for another ten minutes.” Noting the way he ran his hands

through his hair, she set the pillowcase down and stood up. “Has

something bad happened?”

He clenched his hair, and she thought for

sure he was going to pull out fistfuls of the dark strands.

“Yes.”

“Is someone hurt?” This couldn’t involve Mark

since Ben had come here to talk to him, but it had to be someone

she knew since he came here.

“Yes, a couple of men got hurt, but they’ll

be fine. She only gave them minor injuries. But that’s not the

worst of it.”

A couple of men got hurt? They’ll be fine?

She only gave them minor injuries? “What are you talking

about?”

“Annabelle. She got one of them pretty good,

but the others will be fine.”

She gasped. “Is Annabelle alright?”

“She’s fine. Mad, but fine.” He finally

released his hair and started pacing the floor. “She’s never going

to forgive me. But I didn’t know what else to do. Everything was

happening so fast, and I panicked. I said the first thing I thought

of, and from there, everything spun out of control.”

Natalie glanced at the doorway to make sure

the butler was no longer there. This wasn’t something others needed

to know about. “Ben, why don’t you sit down? Take a deep breath.

Gather your thoughts. Try to relax.”

“I can’t relax.” He stopped pacing and turned

to her. “Do you have any peppermints?” He put a hand over his

stomach and groaned.

“I think so. Wait here. I’ll check.”

She hurried out of the room. She knew this

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