“Oh yeah, I’m good at keeping those kind.”
Samuel squinted hard at Scout, and then he lowered his voice. “Jimmy has this huge crush on Ginger, but he’s too shy to do anything about it. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get the two together for a while now.”
Scout grinned. “Let me handle it. I’m a natural matchmaker. How do you think Vanessa and Mark finally hooked up?”
“I thought Mark asked her out,” Samuel said, hoisting a better grip on the material.
“Please. He was scared to death, and Vanessa was no better. She kept telling me how cute he was and how much she was in love with him ’til I thought I would puke my guts out.”
“What did you do?”
Scout knocked loudly on the door and quickly regained his grip on the pile. He winked at Samuel as Ginger opened the door to her yellow house, washing them in a floral fragrance of warm air.
“Hey, Ginger,” Scout said. “I found you a bunch of sewing stuff. And you’re never going to guess who has the biggest crush on you.”
Samuel’s pile slipped from his hands and hit the porch. He stumbled off backwards and fell on the ground where he silently fumed in Scout’s direction.
“Oh my goodness! Are you okay?” Ginger asked.
Samuel jumped up and brushed off his butt. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Look at all this stuff,” Ginger said, bending down to help Samuel gather his pile. “Why didn’t you take it over to the shop?”
“You guys have enough over there already. This way, you can sew whatever you want without Molly being up in your business.”
Scout walked in and laid his pile on a large table. Potted flowers in various states of bloom lined shelves that usually received direct sunlight from the high southern windows, except on cloudy days like today. The invigorating smell permeated the house, causing Scout to feel like a little kid again. His mom loved flowers, too, and Ginger’s house always cheered him up. Flames crackled sparks over the wood in the fireplace, making the place warm and cozy.
Samuel staggered into the house and laid his pile on the table with Ginger’s help. He smiled at her nervously.
“Help me bring in the rest, Samuel,” Scout said.
“Sure.” He looked back at Ginger. “Is Catherine around?”
“She’s still in bed. She likes to stay up late. Why?”
“Jimmy asked me to check. I’ll explain when I’m done helping Scout.” Samuel caught Scout’s attention with a deep frown and motioned his head towards the door. They walked outside, leaving Ginger with her new material.
“What the hell did you just do to me?” Samuel whispered harshly.
Scout shrugged. “I solved your problem.”
“It was a secret.”
“Not anymore.” Scout laughed at Samuel’s concern for his soon to be kicked butt.
They carted the rest of the sewing supplies inside, and Ginger’s eyes grew big and shiny when they carried in the sewing machine. Scout’s grin stretched a giant curl.
“Oh, Scout, I love it. Where did you find it?”
“Mark and I raided a farmhouse up north for baby furniture. All this stuff was there, too. Everything in the house was probably kept in great condition before…well, you know.”
Ginger nodded, her eyes softened, and her lips held a sad little line. “Thank you. I promise to take good care of it.”
Scout and Samuel gently set the sewing machine down. It was a combination table, machine and foot-pedal design built when people weren’t so reliant on electricity. The black metal machine and the dark-stained wood looked classic and elegant. Scout made another round trip to the porch for the matching bench. He lifted the red upholstered seat that concealed a collection of needles, thread and bobbins.
Ginger clapped her hands and gave Scout a big hug. “This is the nicest present ever!”
“Mark, Vanessa and I wanted to do something for you. Those clothes you made for little David were really special. So thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. I loved doing it.” Ginger wiped away a tear. She sat on the bench and caressed the surfaces of the machine, spinning the wheel and clicking switches as her foot pumped the wide pedal that propelled the needle up and down.
Smiling with a huge sense of accomplishment and pleasure, Scout sought Samuel’s approval, but was greeted by a frown. “What?”
“We have visitors in town,” Samuel said.
“Visitors?”
Samuel ignored Scout and inspected a roll of bright green material, unfolding its length on the table and rubbing his hand over to smooth it out. “Ginger, can you use this to make me a coat? Like a suit coat?”
“Man, if you want, she’ll fashion you some buckle-shoes so you can dress up like a Leprechaun. What’s this about visitors? How many are there?”
Samuel turned his attention to some royal blue fabric and placed it over the green. “Maybe you could line the inside with this and make it reversible. That would be awesome.”
Scout laid his hands on top of the fabric. “Yeah, you can go from shamrock to laughing-stock anytime you want. What’s up with these visitors?”
“What’s with all the noise?” Catherine shuffled around the corner, carrying a Teddy bear by its furry arm. She wore a pink nightshirt and the top of her head was a ruffled, blonde mass as she rubbed the last particles of sleep from her eyes. The flowers on the shelves seemed to follow her every move.
She walked over and squeezed Samuel around the waist and then offered another hug for Scout. Both boys patted her gently on the back when she made her rounds. Finally, she took Ginger’s hand and led the older kids to the two couches in the living room. Everyone took a seat.
“We have some visitors from a town in Iowa,” Samuel said. “Two guys and a girl; they drove in about an hour ago.”
“Are we sure there are just the three of them?” Scout asked. “They might have other people waiting outside of town.”
“You’re more paranoid than Jimmy.” Samuel folded his arms and his face scrunched in thought. “They seem honest enough, but who knows.”
“Where are they now?” Scout asked.
“Last I saw them they were at Brittany’s with Mark. Jimmy was headed there and told me to come here.”
“Why did he want you to come here?” Ginger asked.
“He was probably worried about you,” Catherine said to Ginger. “Remember what I told you?”
Ginger shook her head at the little girl, but Catherine pressed on. “I told Ginger that Jimmy likes her, but she doesn’t believe me.”
“Why do you think that?” Samuel blurted.