Canyon Walls (7 page)

Cassie put her hands on her desk. “But we're trying to change all that. I've come so far working with our books and our finances. I need the rest of the year to get it all straightened out. We would be doing great right now if we didn't have to take care of some things that weren't being done properly for so many years.”

Cassie didn't know if her words meant anything to Mr. Hartley or if they would mean anything to the board. Everyone loved Henry Mason. Cassie wasn't trying to speak poorly of the man, but simply state the facts about where the camp stood.

Mr. Hartley pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “This is why I'm here—to get all the information before the next board meeting. I'll probably be asking you to send me some documentation this week for a presentation I'll put together.”

“Is your presentation going to be for or against this camp?” she asked.

“It's not like that, Cassie. I'm just giving them the truth about the camp's status.”

Cassie took a deep breath, fighting back the desire to say something she shouldn't while rambling. “I'll do anything I need to do to cooperate.”

He pulled the notebook out of his pocket and clicked the end of his pen.

She swallowed hard. “But you should also write down that I'm going to do everything I can to save this camp. It has meant too much to too many people to be closed down because of a financial mess we are making our way out of. I need more time. I can do this.”

He nodded but snapped the notebook shut.

Eight

Cassie didn't have time to sit and mope about Mr. Hartley's visit, because after he left, vans of new campers poured into the canyon. This was the biggest group they would have all year, and the cabins would fill to capacity. She threw herself into the work, directing campers where to go, helping Beth prepare to cook the first of many large dinners that week, and fielding requests from counselors.

One of the small-group leaders who would be meeting in an outside area had requested an ice chest. Cassie struggled to open the heavy door to the garage where she stored them. The garage also housed hoes, rakes, and hundreds of other odds and ends. Emory kept everything on neat rows of metal shelving.

Cassie poked around until she found an ice chest behind a stack of folding tables. She tried to pull it out, but it was jammed in the space. She jerked it, and the shelf beside her rattled. A large metal flashlight rolled off the top shelf and smashed into her foot. The sharp pain knocked her to her knees, and tears stung her eyes. Because of Mr. Hartley's visit, she had worn leather flats in place of her usual hiking boots.

She tried to stand, but her big toe felt on fire. A whimper escaped her lips.

She pulled herself over to a folding chair beside a Weed Eater and managed to lift herself into the seat. She grimaced as she tried to remove her shoe without it touching the toe. It was already swollen and beginning to bruise.
Why now, with everything at stake?

She tried to stand on her uninjured foot, but even moving was almost unbearable. She fought back the tears as she hopped toward the open garage door.

She made it to the door and leaned on the outside wall to rest. She looked down to see a toe she didn't even recognize. Her toenail looked full of blood. Staring down the gravel road back to camp, she couldn't imagine how she would make it back on one foot without anything to hang on to. She bit her lip, fighting through the pain of her throbbing foot.

Just as she was embarking on the impossible journey to find Beth, the little silver car she had watched leave her camp only a few days earlier turned down her road. She blinked back the tears forming in her eyes. She couldn't let Will see her crying again.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he drove past her, but the car wasn't ten feet beyond the garage when the brake lights shone and the car reversed toward her. Will was out of his car and by her side in seconds.

“Are you okay?” He looked down at her foot and then back to her. “What happened?”

She stared at her foot. “Something fell on my toe. I'll be fine.”

He bent down to examine it.

She jerked her foot away from him. “Don't touch it!”

He turned his eyes up to her. “I'm not going to touch it. I promise. Let me look at it.”

When she didn't move, he stepped back from where she stood holding her foot. “I think you broke it.”

“It's not broken.” It couldn't be. Cassie didn't have time for broken bones. “I'm sure it's only bruised.”

“Either way, we need to get ice on it,” Will said.

Cassie cringed at the word “we.” She still didn't want Will's help, and she didn't want him seeing her as the helpless damsel in distress. She steadied herself against the wall and grimaced.

“Do I need to carry you to the car?” Will asked.

Cassie wobbled and caught herself. “I definitely do not need you to carry me anywhere.”

She hopped on her good foot toward the car but soon realized she wasn't going to be able to keep her balance when she reached the gravel. She couldn't bring herself to ask him for help. Fortunately, he must have seen the anguish in her eyes. He didn't try to pick her up but wrapped his arm around her waist and put her arm on his shoulder. He was so much taller than her that he had to stoop down for her to hold on to him.

He walked slowly, letting her set the pace. After she steadied herself beside the passenger-side door, he opened it for her and held her hand as she sat. She leaned back in her seat as he ran around the car and slipped into the driver's seat.

She gasped.

“What's wrong?”

“I forgot to get the ice chest,” Cassie said.

“I'll wait on you while you hop on in there and get it.”

She couldn't help but smile. “Very funny. Do you mind?”

He left the car running as he climbed out of his seat. “I'll be right back.”

She waited as it took him several attempts to get the unwieldy ice chest in the trunk of the small car.

When they reached the main part of camp, they crept along in his car because campers were everywhere, walking on the road and playing in the grassy area.

Cassie pointed him down a small road leading behind the building to the back door of the kitchen. She tried to stay away from the area after dark, because a raccoon never failed to jump out of the dumpster and scare her out of her boots. But in the daylight it was probably the only quiet place on the campus.

By the time Will had run around the car, she had opened her own door. He extended his hand to her and helped her hop up the five steps without bugging her to let him carry her, which he could have done in half the time it was taking her.

Beth ran out of the screen door, letting it slam behind her. “Oh no. What happened?”

Cassie couldn't speak and concentrate on getting up the steps without slamming her toe into the concrete. Will answered for her. “I found her like this at the garage. She broke her toe.”

Cassie jumped up on the last step. “
Bruised
my toe.”

Will mouthed the word “broken” to Beth.

“I saw that,” Cassie said.

“Should we take her to the hospital?” Beth asked Will.

“I'm right here, Beth,” Cassie said. “And I don't need to go to the hospital. I'm fine.”

Beth looked back to Will. “She looks like she's been crying. Was she crying? If so, it's bad.”

Maybe she should tell Will about the ratty blanket Beth still slept with at night. “Beth!”

Once inside the kitchen, Will opened the ice maker, and Beth handed him a dish towel. “There isn't much they can do for a broken”—he cleared his throat—“I mean, a bruised toe. Anyway, they'll probably tell you to tape it to the next toe and keep it elevated.” He pulled a chair in front of her from the table where the employees ate in the kitchen. He picked her foot up and placed it on his knee. She squirmed but didn't know if it was because of the pain or his touch. The ice burned worse than if he had lit her foot on fire.

“So,” Cassie said, trying to take the attention off her injury. “Do you drive around and look for injured women to pick up in your nice car?”

He looked at Beth. “Is she always like this?”

Beth giggled and slipped out of the room.

“If I remember correctly, you told me that we needed to discuss details for the men's retreat.”

Cassie smiled at him. “If I remember correctly, I told you to call. You didn't have to waste your time driving down here.”

He readjusted the ice on her foot. “Maybe I don't consider it as time wasted.”

Cassie's face burned, and she looked down so he wouldn't see her blushing.

After hopping to her office and finalizing the details for the retreat, Cassie insisted on walking with him outside the back door by his car. She almost tripped over the mat outside the door, but he grabbed her and set her back up on one foot.

With a glint in his eye, he said, “Just let me know if you need anything else.”

She grinned. “I'm sure I'll be fine.”

He winked at her. “I know you will.”

❧

Petal met her at the door, meowing for her can of dinner. Cassie's phone rang as she dumped the smelly mess into Petal's bowl. “How do you eat this stuff?” she asked Petal, who was already devouring the meal.

Cassie tucked the phone between her shoulder and her ear. “Hello.”

“Cassie, did I wake you?” her mom asked.

Cassie poured herself a glass of water from the pitcher in the refrigerator. “No, Mom. I just came in from work.” She didn't mention her toe. Her mother would just worry. “How are you?”

“Concerned about you. I tried to call you a couple of times this week and could never catch you at home.”

Cassie tucked the newspaper Beth had given her under her arm. “I've been busy. Our biggest camp all summer arrived today.”

“I talked to your sister today,” her mom said, ignoring Cassie.

Cassie didn't even know why her mom told her she had talked to her sister, because they talked several times a day, every day. She sat on the worn sectional couch and set the glass and the paper on the coffee table.

“She told me she sent you an e-mail, and you ignored it,” her mom said. “Why would you ignore your sister's e-mail?”

Cassie held the phone away from her ear and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “Like I said, Mom, I've been really busy.”

“I understand, but how long does it take to send a message thanking your sister for thinking of you?”

“How are my favorite nieces?” Cassie said, trying to change the subject. Grandchildren were the easy choice.

“They've gotten bigger. If you would take the time to come visit us, you would know.”

Cassie gritted her teeth. “I would love to come see them, but the summers are my busy time of year. It's impossible right now.”

“Cassie, you have to make priorities in your life—work or family.”

Her jaw ached. “Mom, thank you for calling tonight, but I better get to bed. I have a big day tomorrow.”

“Hang on, Cassie. I haven't even told you why I called,” her mother said. “I have some exciting news.”

Cassie skimmed the front page of the newspaper. “Oh?”

“I think you'll really be surprised. Your sister and I both promised not to tell until now.”

Cassie turned the page. “Hmm.”

“She wanted to be here when I called, but one of the girls wasn't feeling well. Nothing serious, just an upset stomach, but you know how it is,” her mom said.

Cassie opened the grocery-store insert. “Yeah. Of course,” she said and made a mental note to pick up some of the cantaloupes that were on sale.

“Cassie? Are you listening to me?” her mom asked.

“Yes, Mom.” Cassie took a drink of water.

“Your sister and I are coming to visit you,” her mom said with abounding enthusiasm.

As the words resounded in her head, the water stuck in her throat, making her gag and cough.

“Cassie, are you okay?”

She wiped water from the front of her shirt. “You're coming here—to the camp?”

“Melissa and I are both coming.”

Cassie could feel her pulse behind her eyes. “When?”

“We're flying in a week from tomorrow. Your wonderful brother-in-law bought the tickets.”

Of course he did. Her mom and her sister, here, in the canyon with her. Sharing her house. “Wow,” she managed.

“I know. Isn't it exciting? It will be like old times.”

The excitement in her mother's voice caught Cassie off guard. The last time the three of them had been together without the distraction of holidays and Melissa's husband and kids had been years ago. She couldn't imagine what they would do. “How long are you going to be here?”

“We'll fly home on Sunday. We'd stay longer, but Melissa can't be away from the girls any longer.”

Cassie's to-do list was longer than it had ever been. She counted through the calendar days, remembering everything she would have to get done. Will's retreat. Her family would be there when it began. “But I'll have to work during those days. I don't want you to be bored.”

“We thought about it, but we figured there would never be a time when you weren't working. We'll just tag along. We'll figure out what you actually do every day.”

A wave of guilt washed over Cassie. Her mom sounded genuinely excited about the trip, and Cassie should feel the same. She loved her family; she really did, but she couldn't escape all the history and bitterness that came with the relationships. She didn't know if she could keep up the pleasantries without all the old hurts spilling out onto her family.

After her father had left them, she wished they had clung together, but instead they fell apart. Her mom worked a lot to support them, which Cassie tried not to take for granted. She appreciated the sacrifices she made, but at the same time she couldn't forget that her mother had checked out emotionally.

Her mom used to tell everyone how much Cassie reminded her of her father, which wasn't a compliment considering her mom spent most days cursing the day she met him. Even when her mom was at home, she wasn't there. Cassie couldn't remember her ever saying she was proud of her. She only pointed out the ways she didn't measure up, saying, “If only you could make better grades. . .start on the basketball team. . .make more friends.”

Cassie's sister, Melissa, had reacted by trying to meet all her mother's wishes, and in Cassie's eyes she had. Melissa was never shy about pointing that out to Cassie. When Cassie fought with her mother in high school, Melissa would say, “Why can't you do what she wants?”

Now they were going to be in her house, judging her, critiquing her life, deciding whether or not she was worthy to be a part of their world.

After she hung up the phone, Cassie scooped up Petal, who acted as if being carried wasn't elegant enough for her kind. Petal squirmed, but Cassie stroked her from her ears to her tail, which made Petal twitch violently. “Petal, we're going to have visitors next week. I hope you're ready.”

❧

On Wednesday morning, Cassie leaned against the cafeteria wall, out of breath and frustrated with her lack of mobility. With an injured toe, everything took ten times the amount of energy it would have taken before the flashlight incident. She hadn't slept well with her foot propped on pillows, but an injured toe couldn't stop her. She had too much work to do.