Mr. Miracle (13 page)

Everything would be fine as long as Celeste didn’t catch wind of what he’d done. He knew this was not really within parameters.

It wasn’t until Harry relaxed that he realized he’d sat down next to Addie Folsom.

She smiled over at him and he smiled back. Actually, this had worked out amazingly well. He’d hoped to have a friendly chat with her and catch up on the progress she’d made with her neighbor. He had recently had a major insight. He’d become convinced that whatever Addie and Erich had to learn from each other might involve them falling in love. And he even thought the seeds were already there and taking root. Addie had had a crush on Erich in her early teens, and he suspected her feelings had never really changed.

“Hello, Addie,” he said. “When I heard you and Danny talking earlier, I was impressed—you have a keen grasp of Dickens and this novel.”

A smile flickered in and out of her eyes as though she was pleased by the compliment but unwilling to show it. “Thank you.”

“Your progress has been excellent; I’m eager to read the written assignment when you turn it in.”

It surprised him that his compliments caused her to blush. She didn’t seem like a woman who blushed easily. As an angel, he wasn’t really familiar firsthand with the feelings that caused blushing, but he was starting to pride himself on his insight into human nature. He changed the subject to help her out. “I understand you decided to look after your neighbor.”

She frowned and looked away. “Yes.”

He wanted to ask what had happened, but clearly he couldn’t. He wondered if Ashley had made an appearance, just as Celeste had said she would. It didn’t seem like matters had smoothed themselves out, either, whatever had happened. He felt the need to reassure her without making mention of anything specific. Weighing his words carefully, he leaned over and whispered in a conspiratorial manner, “You don’t need to worry. I realize you harbor deep feelings for your neighbor.”

Addie jerked away as if he’d struck her. “You’ve got to be kidding! Erich and me? No way. I can’t imagine what ever gave you that idea.”

“Ah … ah sorry, I thought …”

“You thought wrong,” she snapped, and crossed her arms tightly across her chest.

“Clearly I made a mistake.” Harry backpedaled as if in training for the Tour de France.

“You sure did.” She glared at him as if to state she had nothing more to say on the subject.

Another blunder. Harry didn’t understand. He knew in his heart that what he said was true; Addie did have feelings for Erich at one time, and he was fairly certain she still did. This is what made humans so difficult to understand. Addie did care for Erich, and yet she wasn’t willing to admit it. He shouldn’t have gotten ahead of himself.

Nothing could compare to the music he’d heard in heaven, but the concert had been lovely, the music quite good. When the presentation ended, there was a large round of applause.

Before Michelle could find him, Harry quickly left the performance center. He sought Celeste at the Hub. She was just getting off work and left with him so they could talk privately.

“So how’d your day go?” she asked, as they walked side by side.

Harry held his hands behind his back as he matched his steps with hers. He knew this was a rhetorical question, as she knew very well his day had been a challenge from the
moment he’d set foot on campus. He was walking on eggshells after his meeting with President Conceito.

“Better, I hope.” No need to try to fool Celeste. “I’m doing everything within my power to avoid making another mistake.”

“You’re learning.” The words were devoid of censure. “The adjustment from heaven to Earth takes time. You’re bound to make errors in judgment until you find your footing.”

“I am? I mean …” He bit off the rest of what he’d intended to say, for fear anything he said would be digging himself deeper into a hole from which he couldn’t escape.

“I understand you sat next to Addie at the concert and the two of you were able to talk.”

She would bring that up. “We had a short conversation.” Short because Addie had been quick to cut him off. She’d buried her face in the program flyer, letting him know she had nothing more to say.

“She’s upset that Ashley stopped by.” It was a statement of fact rather than a question.

“Apparently so.” The less he said, the better.

“Did Addie mention what happened?”

Harry felt bad for Addie, who didn’t seem to recognize her own feelings for Erich. “She didn’t say, but she was unwilling to discuss it with me.”

Celeste considered his words, then suggested, “Why don’t we check out the situation for ourselves?”

“You mean now?”

His mentor smiled at him. “Don’t look so worried. This won’t be an inquisition. We’ll take a nice stroll in their neighborhood just as we have before and check out the two houses.”

“Ah, sure. Good idea.”

Addie’s home was several miles from campus, but they had walked only a few minutes when they turned the corner to Addie and Erich’s street.

They stood across the street, again hidden against the backdrop of fir trees. The neighborhood was bright, with colored lights strung across rooflines and tree trunks, and with the chill in the air it was beginning to feel very festive. It was a beautiful clear night, and the stars sparkled above the lights sparkling below.

“Both houses are lit up inside, so both Addie and Erich seem to be home,” Celeste said, as she motioned toward the two houses.

“I see Addie,” Harry said, a bit excited. His young charge stood in the dining room, holding back the drape and looking out the window at Erich’s home.

“Yes, I see her. She’s wondering if she should check on him before she turns in for the night.”

Harry didn’t ask how Celeste knew what the other woman was thinking.

“She brought him dinner right after the concert, but she barely said a word to him.”

“I was afraid something like that might happen,” Harry said. He had a feeling that matters had taken a turn south in their relationship and that he might have inadvertently contributed to that.

Celeste sent him a meaningful look. “Apparently, your remarks shook her up a bit, not to mention Ashley’s visit earlier. Addie was in and out of the house within minutes. Conversation was kept at a minimum.”

“I was only trying to speed matters along,” Harry murmured. He wanted Addie to recognize her feelings for Erich, but now he realized his comments had done more harm than good.

“Addie’s miserable,” Celeste said, sighing.

“What’s Erich thinking?” Harry asked. If she was privy to Addie’s thoughts, she could probably read Erich’s as well.

Celeste moved slightly and looked up at the full moon that shed golden light across the lush green landscape. “He’s confused. While Addie was at the concert, he painstakingly changed clothes and anxiously awaited her return. He was going to suggest she stay and watch television with him.”

This was going from bad to worse. Harry felt guilty. “Any way to fix this?” he asked.

“Addie likes hot cocoa.”

Harry wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything.

“Erich does, too.”

“And?” He needed a bit of direction. More than a hint, because he didn’t have a clue what a hot drink had to do with the situation.

“You might plant the idea of Addie taking Erich a mug of hot cocoa.”

“I can do that?” he asked, and then realized that he could. “I can do that!” he repeated emphatically. He shouldn’t have forgotten. He had special powers he could use to help those in his classic-literature class.

Closing his eyes, Harry concentrated on placing the thought in Addie’s mind.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Addie remained standing in the dining room, looking out the window at Erich’s house. “It didn’t work,” he said, feeling defeated.

“Don’t be so sure.”

“She hasn’t moved.”

Celeste smiled. “She’s weighing her options. We can only suggest, Harry. Humans have the gift of free will. They have to make the decision themselves once we prayerfully urge them in one direction or another.”

This wasn’t new information. Yet Harry needed the reminder.
He tried again and watched as Addie released the drape she’d held to one side and moved away.

“Where’s she going?” Harry asked, anxious now.

Celeste glanced in his direction and smiled. “She’s headed toward the kitchen.”

Addie released the drape and moved away from the dining room window that looked over the Simmonses’ property. Her nerves were on edge. When delivering Erich’s evening meal she’d been abrupt and short-tempered, eager to get in and out of the house with the least amount of fuss. It was on the tip of her tongue to make some derogatory comment about seeing Ashley, but she kept her nastiness to herself.

When she’d first arrived with his dinner, Erich had tried to engage her in conversation. She’d snapped at him about being extra-busy and hurried home.

Erich looked completely baffled by her behavior, and,
frankly, she didn’t blame him. To this point, well, other than the first couple of meetings, they’d managed to be decent to each other. This evening she couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

As soon as she was home, Addie regretted the way she’d acted. For the last two hours she’d paced the house, angry with herself. Finally, she’d settled in front of the dining room window, wondering what she should do now, if anything. It might well be that her gruff behavior had destroyed the fragile peace between them.

Because she was upset, Addie hadn’t eaten dinner. She had no appetite, but felt she needed something in her stomach to stop the growling. Searching the kitchen cupboard, she found a tin of cocoa mix. For an elongated moment all she did was stare at it. Erich and her brother used to love drinking hot cocoa after one of their epic snowball fights whenever there was a rare Seattle snowstorm. It stung briefly to remember how the boys wouldn’t let her join in their fun. Cocoa would make a nice peace offering, she decided.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Addie made them each a cup, carefully heating the milk and stirring in the cocoa. Then she carried two steaming mugs across the yard. Precariously holding the mugs in one hand, she knocked on the front door with the other and then nervously let herself into the house.

Erich was up and about. Surprise showed in his eyes when he realized it was her. The instant he saw her, he scowled.

“What’s that? Poisoned cocoa?” he asked.

Despite herself, Addie smiled. “No, it’s a peace offering.”

His head came slightly back as if he wasn’t sure he should believe her. “Oh?” The question carried more than a hint of sarcasm.

“I’m here to apologize,” she clarified.

His gaze narrowed suspiciously. “What’s your problem? One minute you’re warm and the next minute I get the Arctic freeze.”

“I’ll be honest. I happened to look out the dining room window earlier today and saw you had … company, and I’m not talking about Carrie. That was Ashley, wasn’t it?”

He didn’t answer right away, and when he did his voice dropped several decibels. “Yeah, that was Ashley.”

“I can understand why you’re attracted to her. She’s … beautiful.”

“She’s heartless.”

Addie didn’t know what to make of that. “She seemed to stay quite a long time, and it seemed, you know, that the two of you might have decided to have another go at the relationship.” Now that she’d started talking, she couldn’t seem to stop. “Which is wonderful, if that’s what you
wanted. I mean, she’s stunning and the two of you make quite a couple.”

The air went still and flat between them. Addie continued to hold both mugs of hot chocolate and was beginning to feel foolish.

After a minute, Erich said, “My guess is, you didn’t see Ashley leave.”

“No.” Mortified at her morbid curiosity, Addie had forced herself to move away from the window. When she’d looked again, Ashley’s vehicle was gone.

“If you’d been watching, you would’ve noticed that we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms. I told her before and I meant it: We’re finished. She’s out of my life.”

“Oh.” She wasn’t sure what to say beyond that.

A huge grin appeared, dominating his face. “I’m beginning to think you were jealous.”

Her denial was swift and adamant. “No, I wasn’t.”

“
Au contraire
.”

“No,” she insisted a second time. “I figured if the two of you were together again, Ashley wouldn’t want me around, so I decided to stay away.”

Grinning like the cat who’d found a bowl of cream, Erich slowly shook his head. “You were jealous.”

“Fine, think what you like. Now do you want the cocoa or not?”

He cocked his head to one side, narrowing his gaze. “If
you’d decided to make yourself scarce, then why are you here now?”

She gestured with the mug. “Do you want this?”

“I want it.”

His smile relaxed the lines in his forehead. “Thank you, Addie. I’m glad you’re here.”

“I am, too.” She probably shouldn’t be so willing to admit it.

“Would you like to hang for a while?” he asked.

She shrugged, struggling to hide her delight at his invitation. “I guess, sure.”