Joe reached across the table to touch his hand. “When
“We’ll see,” he said. “Maybe this summer.”
Joe withdrew her hand and sat back in the booth. She had learned a long time ago that this wasn’t a man who responded to pressure or nagging. And she wasn’t a woman who begged.
She glanced up at the clock over the cash register. “We have to get going,” she said. “Are you ready, Amy?”
She nodded. “I don’t want the rest of this, anyway. It’s too gooey. Can we get a Big Mac on the way?”
“Maybe,” Joe said.
They stood up. Amy grabbed her backpack but instead of cuddling it against her chest, she strapped it over her shoulders the way other teenagers did.
Amy hesitated, then stuck out her hand to Louis.
“Goodbye, Mr. Kincaid,” she said. “Thank you for finding Momma. And thank you for making me come out of the cupboard.”
“You’re welcome, Amy. Very welcome.”
Amy looked at Joe and, with a dip of her head, walked away to leave her and Louis alone. Joe pushed her hair back and faced him.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said. “I guess I’ll see you… whenever.”
“Drive carefully,” he said.
He wrapped a strong arm around her neck and pulled her close and kissed her. There was need in his embrace. And she thought for a moment, he might…
Then he let her go.
Chapter Forty-six
Louis ducked through the door of Halo Hats. The same sweet smell and tinkle of the bell greeted him. Grandma Alice was behind the counter. The caftan had been replaced by a purple suit and a matching felt hat adorned with a taffeta bow and a clump of lavender netting.
It was Sunday. He realized they were all on their way to church. But Grandma Alice’s eyes held no benevolence.
“Hello, Louis.”
He turned.
Lily had stepped out from behind a rack of hats.
His first thought was of a baby chick, a ball of precious yellow fluff. She wore a dress of some kind of filmy material, the stiff flounce of a skirt topped off by a little white fur jacket. A yellow straw bonnet held her curls back from her face.
Her face…
Already he was trying to memorize it, because no photograph would ever do it justice.
The solemn gray eyes met his, and there was a single thought in his head. It was a very forgiving world that allowed a guy like him to play any part in the creation of something so perfect.
Kyla suddenly appeared from the back room, and a step behind came Channing. Kyla wore a peach-colored suit with a matching hat. Channing’s suit was dark blue over a starched white shirt topped off with a perfectly knotted turquoise tie. Grandma Alice moved to them, completing the family portrait.
“Don’t we all look pretty?” Lily asked.
His heart gave. “Yes, you do.”
“We’re going to church,” she said.
“I kind of figured that.”
She brightened suddenly. “Do you want to come with us?” she asked.
“Well, I-”
“You can come like you are. God doesn’t care if you don’t have a tie.”
Louis smiled. Then he caught Kyla’s eye over Lily’s head. She wasn’t smiling.
“I can’t come with you, Lily,” Louis said. “I just came by to tell you goodbye.”
Lily blinked. “You’re going back to Florida?”
“Yes, I have to get home.”
Questions, all those questions there in those gray eyes. But before Lily could say anything, Kyla stepped forward and put a hand on Lily’s shoulder.
“We’ll wait for you outside. Don’t be too long, okay?”
“Okay,” Lily said softly. Then, head down, she went to a bench by a full-length mirror in the corner. She sat down, taking off her hat and holding it in her lap.
Kyla watched her, then pulled Louis away. “Please don’t make any promises to her that you won’t keep,” she whispered.
He nodded. Kyla started to say something more, then just shook her head. She linked her arm through Grandma Channing’s, and the two women left without looking back.
Channing had been watching Lily and turned to face Louis. He pulled a folded paper from his breast pocket.
“Before I forget, a woman named Daphne Mayer called me yesterday looking for you. She wants you to call her.” Channing held out the paper, one eyebrow cocked. “The African-American Cultural Center?”
Louis took the paper. “It’s a long story,” he said. He hesitated, searching for just the right words. “There’s no way I can ever thank you for doing what you did, Sergeant.”
“Yes, there is,” Channing said. He tilted his head toward Lily. “Just do like Kyla said.”
They shook hands, and Channing left. The bell tinkled, and the store was quiet. Louis went to the corner.
“Lily?”
Her face came up. Tears glistened on her cheeks. “I don’t want you to go,” she whispered. “I don’t even know you yet.”
She lowered her head again, picking at the yellow ribbon on her hat. He knelt in front of her.
“We have lots of time to get to know each other,” he said. “And I won’t be far away.”
“Florida’s a long ways away. I looked on the map. And I’m afraid you’ll forget about me again.”
“I have the picture you gave me, remember? How can I forget somebody so pretty?”
She suddenly came off the chair and threw her arms around his neck, smothering him in rabbit fur and soft curls. It surprised him, and for a second, he froze. Then his arms closed around her, crushing her to him.
Lily broke away first. He was grateful she made the move, because he had no idea how she would have read it if he had. Her eyes were brighter, the tears dry.
“So, are you going to do it?” she asked.
He knew what she meant. Was he going to look for his father? He had no answer for her that didn’t sound wrong. Maybe he had no answer at all. Because, suddenly, that familiar and resounding no was not the first word that popped into his head.
“I can’t promise you that yet,” he said gently. “Can I give you a maybe?”
Disappointment colored her eyes, and she dropped her head. He touched her chin to bring her head back up.
“How about I let you know September second?” he asked.
“On my birthday?”
“Yeah,” he said. “On the ferry on the way over to Mackinac Island. If your momma says it’s okay. Is it a deal?”
She stuck out a white-gloved hand. “Deal.”
They shook on it. Then she looked to the door.
