Disclaimer: The story of Chrsty belongs to the Marshall-LeSourd Family. This fiction is written for my own personal enjoyment. This story used themes from the book, and the CBS series. This story follows the episode “The Road Home.” Title: “A Grandmother’s Wish” Chapter One .......................................................... Christy knew that Neil loved her. As she sat in her room, trying to organize her thoughts to write in her journal, she knew that Neil truly loved her. She also knew that she loved him. Margaret’s return to El Pano and her work at the Tea House had emphasized once more that Neil was a married man. He was not free to admit his feelings for her. She remembered what he said to her by the river. In an oblique way, he did admit his feelings to her. David’s proposal had unnerved her. Neil’s sudden appearance as he raced on Charlie to the school grounds had served to unbalance her even more. She had looked up into his eyes and saw the pain, until he shuttered them, and his mask fell into place. She knew and understood, and that gave her the strength to look at David and shake her head “no.” She put the ring back into his hand and fled back to the Mission, to the sanctuary of her room. Neil had witnessed her refusal of David’s proposal. It gave him hope. He knew that he had to take Margaret away for treatment, but for now, Christy was safe. He dared to hope and dream that she understood that he loved her. It was precious and fragile. He had to be so careful, because if Christy’s reputation was compromised in any way, he could lose her forever. That must never happen. He would leave first, such was his devotion to her. He returned to his cabin. Margaret had suffered a debilitating coughing spell. She was pale and spent, too weak to move. She had wanted to leave, before he came back, but she did not have the strength for the walk to El Pano. Neil picked her up and carried her upstairs. She looked at him with a strange expression on her face. “Why not your patient’s bed?” “This is your bed, Margaret. Our bed. If you had stayed home, and become ill, I would have taken care of you in this bed.” “But you love Christy, Mac.” “Love comes in many forms, Margaret. Christy taught me that.” “You don’t love me, Mac.” “We have a past together, Margaret, and it binds me.” “I don’t want your pity.” “You don’t have my pity.” “What do I have?” “Some happy memories, I hope. It was not always so terrible between us, was it?” “I thought that I needed more. I could not stand the quiet, or the ignorance or filth. I thought that I needed more than just you. I am sorry I hurt you.” “I am sorry that I was so stubborn. Honor bound, I felt I had a debt to pay for my education. I needed to be a doctor to my people.” Margaret began to cough. Neil handed her a cloth. “I am dying, Mac.” “I know, Margaret. I can see the signs. Your body is not receiving enough oxygen because your lungs are not functioning properly. All of that paint on your face cannot hide your pallor.” “I’m afraid Mac.” “You should not be afraid, Margaret. You will find peace, final peace, everlasting comfort.” “You disappoint me, Mac. When did you get religion?” “I cannot say for sure, it was a gradual thing, I suppose. I found myself talking to God one day as I was traveling between Gaps, seeing patients along the way. It was the damndest thing, because I felt that I was actually having a conversation. It’s not logical at all, but I cannot deny it happened.” “Have you told anyone?” “Alice.” “Oh.” “She loves you Margaret.” “Her fatal flaw is to love the unlovable.” “Margaret, you are her daughter. In spite of all that has happened between you, Alice loves you.” “I suppose that I should make my peace with her.” “That is your choice to make, Margaret.” “Mac, in spite of all my transgressions, a part of me has always loved you.” “I understand, Margaret. I really do. I loved you, but I could never live up to your expectation of me as a rebel.” “Oh Mac, you were always a rebel. I just never recognized it. Even now, you love a teacher, an innocent teacher, who is in over her head. Your admiration for her is amazing. I can see how much you want to protect her, yet you will allow this place to shape her, eat her up and spit her out. Her survival will depend on her stamina. She has more guts than I ever did, Mac.” She began to violently cough. “Too much talking, Sweets. Here drink this.” Neil administered a sleeping draught. ‘Sweets,’ she thought, as she took the medication. ‘In his own stubborn way, he still cares. How did I underestimate him so? Forgive me Neil, my darling. I pray that when I am gone you can truly forgive me,’ she thought silently to herself. “Mac.” “I know, Margaret, I know. Sleep.” She slept. Jeb stopped by Neil’s cabin. He had not seen hide nor hair of Doc in well over a week. Neil came to the door when he heard Jeb’s call. “You disappeared like a ghost, Doc.” “Margaret is dying Jeb. Will you tell Alice to come? I cannot leave her alone. She is too sick and weak. The end is near, I’m afraid.” Jeb nodded. He knew that while Neil was in love with Miss Christy, he was bound by his vows to Margaret. Neil was a man of integrity who would stand by his wife until her very last breath. Christy had gone home to Asheville two days after David proposed. Her emotions were all played out. She needed a place for quiet reflection and prayer. After two hours with her mother, she declared her intention of staying with her Grandmother Rudd. Perhaps she could remove herself from her mother’s social machinations. She planned to confide in her grandmother. God would never have allowed this love to grow, if He did not have a plan for it. Her grandmother welcomed her with open arms. “I have missed you so, my sweet child.” “Grandmother, I am seeking sanctuary from my mother.” “Oh dear, is she being that difficult already?” “Yes.” “I will do my best, dear heart. Are you all right?” “Yes and no.” “Shall we discuss this over tea?” “Yes please. I need to open my heart.” “That is what grandmothers are for, Christy.” She laughed. “That is why I am here.” Tea with her grandmother had always been special for Christy. The tasty little sandwiches and the heavenly pastries looked so inviting. Happy childhood memories tumbled through her mind. Christy had a loving relationship with her grandmother. “Will you pour the tea, Christy?” “Certainly, Grandmother.” Christy poured the heavenly brew into the delicate china cups. They each picked up their teacups and sipped. “Now, my dear child, start at the beginning and tell me all about the man who has won your heart.” Christy laughed at her grandmother’s intuiton. “How did you know?” “It is written all over your face, my dear.” “Oh Grandmother, where should I start?” “At the very first moment, my dear. I am a good listener.” Christy smiled, and began her extraordinary tale. Aurora Rudd was utterly spellbound. “Neil MacNeill is an extremely complex man. He was born in a humble cabin in Cutter Gap. He was a gillie for some doctors who came to the mountains to hunt and fish. They paid for his education so that he could become a doctor. He had two very good offers from hospitals after he finished medical school, but he chose to come home and be a doctor to his people.” “His people?” “Yes.” “Almost like his flock.” “I suppose you could put it that way. He might enjoy the humor of the analogy.” “Why do you see it as humorous?” “Neil is not a very religious man.” “Christy, he is not an atheist, is he?” “No. He considers himself to be a man of science. He is slowly coming into his faith. Miss Alice refers to this belief as the Light.” Christy smiled. “There is no doubt, Grandmother, he is a difficult man to decipher clearly.” “Honey, you have to leave a little bit of mystery in a man. If you figure him out too soon, you will be bored to tears in six months. That can be deadly if you marry the man.” Christy laughed at her grandmother. “Honey, when you get to be my age, the things that you thought were important at age twenty will only make you laugh that you could have ever been so empty minded and silly. You’ve changed Christy, you know that, don’t you? You will never find your niche here in Asheville. You have seen too much. I do not think that your mother will ever understand. You have grown up, and it has only been one year since you left home.” Christy nodded. “I believe that I have lost my streak of vanity.” Aurora laughed. “How can I worry if my shoes match my outfit when my students walk through snow and ice barefooted because they have never owned a pair of shoes?” “Oh Christy, I wish I could spare you the heartache.” “There is more, Grandmother. Neil is married. His wife led them to believe that she drowned a few years ago. She returned this Fall, sick with tuberculosis. The heartache has made me a better person, Grandmother. It has humbled me.” Her grandmother nodded. There was nothing more she could say. The telephone rang. It was Julia. She had decided to accompany William to Savannah since Christy did not want to stay at home. Aurora sighed. “Your mother is going to Savannah.” Her daughter could be stubborn, but Christy had surpassed her mother. Christy was filled with such passion and compassion. She loved her students and would do everything she could to give them a good, solid education. She had given her heart to a man who had sacrificed perhaps the offer of a lifetime to take care of his people. He dared not admit his love for her granddaughter. She could tell by Christy’s stories that this Dr. MacNeill was in love with her. It was in God’s hands. “Christy my dear, could you please pour more tea for me?” “Certainly,” she smiled, and their special ritual continued. End of Chapter One Title: "A Grandmother's Wish" Chapter Two .......................................................... Christy held a letter in her hand as she was sitting in her grandmother's garden. She recalled one ot her first real conversations with Neil...... "Christy one of the most important senses we have is our sense of sight. It is important for you to learn to observe your surroundings. You have to learn to see things and be able to read the faces of your students. Look at their expressions. Look into their eyes." "Neil, their eyes are bloodshot and they shy away from the sunlight." "Early signs of trachoma." "How can we stop this?" "Teaching hygiene here is one thing, but it is not practiced in the home. I am afraid it is a losing battle." "What do you want me to do?" "Keep after them. Observe your surroundings, " he reiterated. "Sit quietly and listen to the sounds of nature. Hear the birds calling back and forth. Try to locate them and identify their markings so that you will be able to pick them out by their color or song." "Anything else?" She wondered when he expected her to do this. "Ask the children to help you identify plants. You can also talk to Opal and Fairlight and Swannie O"Teale. Their knowledge of plant use and herbs is vast. Their grannies were herbalists." "And when shall I do all this, Doctor, in my spare time?" "Do not be so flippant." "You make it sound as if I have hours of free time. I earn my keep. I do not take advantage of the Mission." "Now you sound like Fairlight." "I am honored that you compare us."..........Christy smiled at the memory. ........................................... Margaret made peace with her mother. Alice came by the cabin as soon as Jeb finished telling her how ill her daughter was. Neil rarely left his wife's side. He did his best to make her comfortable. The sleeping draughts were stronger. When she was awake, he made sure that she was not in any pain. David Grantland came by to share Scripture. Alice too read from the Bible. Together both she and Margaret tried to remember the happy memories of her childhood. David observed Neil closely and realized that he had misjudged the doctor. Still hurting over Christy's rejection of his marriage proposal, David learned that Neil did indeed have a strong capacity for compassion. In a man's world, Neil would have been regarded as a cuckhold. He had forgiven Margaret's unfaithfulness. David knew that Neil was in love with Christy. Yet the man had done everything in his power to safeguard the young teacher's reputation. He also knew that Neil had never knowingly revealed his feelings to her. David, on the other hand, had hammered away at her, perhaps driving her away because of his persistance. Perhaps Sissel had been right. David had tried to use her to make Christy jealous, and his plan backfired. He'd lost Christy, but he still had Sissel's love and friendship. He imagined he still had Christy's friendship as well. Fairlight Spencer took a turn staying with Margaret while Alice and Neil rested. Margaret woke up from her semi-state of sleep and drugged oblivion. "Would you like a sip of water Mrs. MacNeill?" she asked softly. Margaret nodded. Fairlight held the cup to her lips and Margaret sipped the cool water. "Why didn't you ever call me Margaret?" she whispered. "You never asked me to call you by your front name." "You've known Mac your whole life." "Yes, he's like a brother to me, but until you asked, I would never presume to call you anything but Mrs. MacNeill. ‘Twas the proper form of address." "Forgive me, I did not know," said Margaret. "Nothing to forgive, it's water over the dam by now. Don't tax yourself with worry." Fairlight smiled her generous loving smile. "I can read now. Would you like me to read to you?" "Who taught you to read, Mrs. Spencer?" "Please call me Fairlight." "Only if you will call me Margaret." "I can do that." "So can I." "Miss Christy taught me how to read, Margaret. It has been a blessing. Why I can read Scripture whenever I want and I can help my children with their schoolwork. Such a miracle. I never thought that I would ever be able to read the words of God myself." Margaret closed her eyes. "Fairlight, could you read me a passage from the Psalms?" "Yes, of course I can. Let me get the Bible." "Fairlight, would you please read me Psalm 23?" "Yes, Margaret," she said shyly. She opened the Bible, and found the passage. Her eyes flared as she looked at Margaret. The woman's eyes were closed. Fairlight began, "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want..." When Fairlight finished reading the passage, she knew that Margaret was gone. She went to find Alice and Neil, and left them as they said their final goodbyes to Margaret. Out of respect for Neil and Miss Alice, most of the Cove attended Margaret's funeral. Christy had left for Asheville just a few days after the Tea House melee. David had conducted a very dignified ceremony. Margaret had returned to the flock before she died. Fairlight asked David if she could read from Scripture for Margaret. Both Alice and Neil were touched. Jeb was so proud of his wife. "Thank you, Christy," thought Neil as he listened to Fairlight's voice. Thinking about her gave him comfort even though he was riddled with questions and full of doubt. The women of the Cove had provided the food for everyone to partake after the service was over. When everyone had said goodbye, Neil thanked David and Alice for their support. "Alice, I need time alone." David shook Neil's hand and left the two of them to talk and grieve together. "I understand, Neil. Where will thee go?" "Into the heart of the mountains." "How long?" "As long as it takes." She nodded. "Watch your back. Be careful. Be safe. We'll be here when thee returns." He nodded and hugged her. "Alice, thank you for all that you have done for me. I know how difficult this past week has been for you." "Know that you are loved, Neil." He raised an eyebrow. "She loves thee, Neil. She isn't gone forever. She will be back. She will not leave her children. She has not abandoned them or thee, Neil." He went back to his cabin. Fairlight and Opal had aired out the cabin. It no longer smelled like a sick room. He packed supplies for his journey. He had his shotgun, bedroll, food and his satchel filled with medicine. At the last moment, he went back for his Bible. "Come Charlie," he said. "We're heading South. They disappearead into the mountains. For the next few weeks, Neil MacNeill was swallowed up by the Smokies. He traversed mountain paths, stopping and observing the world around him. Taking time to just listen to the sounds of silence. He read his Bible. He slept when he was tired, ate when he was hungry and found himself having conversations with God. He was wrestling with questions about the future. His future. Should he leave Cutter Gap forever? As soon as he posed the question outloud, his mind filled with a resounding negative reply. The Cove was part of his very soul. He endured being educated in Scotland, so far from home, because his roots stretched back there. His heart was in Cutter Gap. Well to be more precise, his heart was in Asheville, North Carolina. He set his eyes east, and realized that it was time to go home. He encountered a black bear on that fateful day. Neil had never looked so scruffy, or smelled so bad before in his life. He had not shaved or bathed in days. He couldn't say who was more surprised at the encounter, the bear or himself. The bear chose to go one way, Neil the other. "I must not smell like a human," he said outloud, laughing. "Charlie, it's time to go home. We have a pressing appointment in Asheville." He stopped at the first deep pool he could find on the way home and shaved and bathed. It was time to return to civilization. End of Chapter Two Title: "A Grandmother's Wish" Chapter Three .................................................................. At the Mission, Alice and Jacob Ferrand stood on the porch. "Jacob, she will return. Do not try to hire a new teacher." "She left, Alice. I did not dismiss her." "I know that, Jacob." "And if she does not come back?" "I have lost one daughter already. She is now buried in the cemetary on Persimmon Hill. Christy is lilke a daughter to me, I cannot lose another child." "Alice, I know that you care deeply for her." "Jacob, Neil loves her. He thought that Margaret was dead. I believed she was dead. My heart felt that she was gone. I encouraged him to let her go. He began to fall in love with Christy from the very beginning. When it became as obvious as the nose on my face, I resented it. I hurt Christy very deeply, because I blamed her for living while my Margaret was dead. Then came my daughter's miraculous resurrection." "Do not be blasphemous, Alice." "I am not, Jacob. I could not fathom how much my daughter hated and resented me." "Alice," he began. "Oh Jacob, does thee not understand? Margaret was conceived through rape," she whispered. He gently embraced her. "Your fears still dwell in your heart and in your mind, Alice. You have allowed no one to get close to you, except your daughter and now Christy. Margaret's rejection of your love only convinced you even more that no one could ever love you. You believe that you are unloveable." "Jacob." "Alice," he interrupted, I have admired you from the first day I heard you reading Scripture to the sick. I have worked beside you. I have watched your unceasing labor and love as you strive to bring God's word to these people. I have loved and admired you, Alice, for too many years to count. We can still accomplish much dearest." "Jacob, I do not know what to say." "You are scared." "Yes." "Oh, Alice, we must face your fear together." She looked at him. "I do not know if I can do that, Jacob. Thee must go to Montreat to speak. Thee will see Christy there. She indicated in her last letter that she planned to attend your lecture. She loves these children too much to abandon them. She will be back to teach them." "For how long, Alice? MacNeill will propose, and they will marry." "There will be an appropriate mourning period before they marry. After they do, you should let her teach until they start their family." Jacob nodded. "I hate to leave you, Alice." "I understand." He took her hand and kissed it. "I will be back, my dear." "I know, Jacob." She smiled. "Jacob, I do love thee." "You have given me hope, dearest Alice." He turned and took his leave of her. Alice watched him depart. She stood on the porch until she could no longer see him, lost in deep thought, as she considered his proposal seriously for the first time. ................................................................. Christy was holding Fairlight's latest letter. Neil still had not returned. Everyone hoped that he would come back soon. The few medical cases that needed expertise had been handled by Miss Alice and Dr. Ferrand. He had been at the Mission to be with Miss Alice, but had left. Christy had spoken to him about her return to teaching, but she had not written to Fairlight about that yet. Dr. Ferrand would be speaking at Montreat. David had gone to Boston to visit his mother and Cecile. Christy hoped that his visit would go well. Cecile would never survive Cutter Gap. She wondered if David would seek a transfer to another parish. She sighed. Looking up, she watched a hummmingbird as it flew from flower to flower. How it loved her grandmother's bergamot patch. 'See Neil,' she thought, 'I am observing the birds, just like you instructed.' Once again she smiled. 'I miss you so, Neil, I miss you so." ......................................................................................... When Neil returned, Alice told him that Christy was staying with her grandmother. Christy had been writing regularly, and had provided her address. Aurora Rudd had been disconcerted by the sudden appearance of Neil MacNeill at her front door. "As a rule, gentlemen usually leave a calling card first before they actually call upon a young lady." "As you can see madame, if you have scrutinized my appearance enough by now, I am not a man that would befit your definition of the term "gentleman." I am however, a doctor. More importantly, I am Miss Huddleston's doctor." Aurora gestured with her hand to allow him to pass into the hallway. She indicated that he was to step into the parlor. "Please have a seat, Doctor MacNeill." Aurora Rudd took stock of the man seated in the wing chair across from her. He was impatient. He was trying to reign in his temper. She looked at his hands. Sturdy, strong and capable of a gentle, loving, soothing touch. There was an air of dignity about him. Christy had called it an aura. Her granddaughter was absolutely correct. "Edward Brant is my granddaughter's doctor," she said. "Edward Brant couldn't cut his way out of a flour sack, much less treat serious neural cases like William's," said Neil snappishly. "He is my doctor." "Then I hope that you stay in remarkable good health, Mrs. Rudd, and do not require his services." Aurora's eyes glimmered with glee, although her facial _expression remained calm and serious. This man was a man's man and a force to be reckoned with. No wonder Christy had lost her heart to him. "Would you care for some tea, Doctor MacNeill?" Neil could feel his blood pressure rising. "Why thank you," he said, "that would be delightful." Two could play this game. Aurora stood up and walked near the fireplace. A few minutes later, a maid appeared in the doorway. "Ivy, we are ready for tea." "Yes, ma'am." She returned to her seat and gazed at Neil. "Do you play chess, Doctor MacNeill?" "Yes, I do." "Very good. I used to play with my late husband. He taught Christy how to play. Did you know that?" "No, she never told me. Chess boards are not common in the Cove. Most men prefer checkers. My chessboard belonged to my great great grandfather. It came from Scotland when the MacNeill's came to America. I keep it locked up. It has great sentimental value for me." His voice caught Aurora's attention more than his words. He was very proud of his Scottish ancestry. She admired that quality in him. Ivy returned with the tea tray. Neil did not laugh at the dainty sandwiches and tea cups. He felt like a bull in a china shoppe. He was afraid if he exerted too much pressure on the handle he would break it. What an incongruous sight he must be. A tall, strong, brawny man holding a dainty china tea cup. It made him want to laugh. He wondered if he should extend his pinky as he held the cup. He looked at the tiny, crustless sandwiches. He did his best not to smirk at how ridiculous the sight before him was with fragile serving dishes and artfully arranged pastries. Oh for a piece of Fairlight's sweet potato pie! He was afraid to pick up a sandwich lest he squeeze it too hard and have the filling fall on the carpet. Was this a special torture Mrs. Rudd had planned for him? Tea in Scotland was much more practical and down to earth. The fare was hearty and nourishing. This, this was a matriarch's take on English high tea and he felt like a fish out of water. He vowed to bite the bullet and do whatever he had to do to see his beloved Christy. Cook had sent Ivy out into the garden to alert Miss Christy that her grandmother had called for tea. Christy glanced at the clock when she entered the house. It was nearly thirty minutes early before their daily ritual. When she stepped into the parlor, Christy stopped short. Neil set his tea cup down with a clang. He stood up quickly. Aurora winced thinking the cup would break. "Christy," Neil whispered. "Neil," she replied looking at him for the first time in six weeks. "Are you all right? I was so worried. Miss Alice said you left after Margaret's funeral. I was so sorry Neil. I thought that she might go into remission again." There was a new maturity to Christy's demeanor. It unsettled Neil. She crossed over to him and game him a hug. "I am so glad to see you. How did you know where to find me?" "Alice told me. Thank you for your letter of condolence." Christy nodded. "My parents are in Savannah. I am staying with my grandmother." "Are you coming back to Cutter Gap?" "Yes." "When?" "After the harvest break. Neil, I have spoken to Dr. Ferrand. I just needed some time to sort things out. He's coming to Montreat to speak on Sunday. WIll you still be here?" "I do not know, Christy. That depends on you. You know how I feel about Ferrand." He almost growled. "You will be our guest, Doctor MacNeill. I insist." "You must call me Neil." "Then you must call me Granny." "Granny?" "Yes. Christy tells me elders are revered in Cutter Gap." "Indeed they are." "Then I give you permission to call me Granny. I must confess, it pains me to admit that I am an elderly lady." Neil smiled for the first time and nearly bowled Aurora over with it. No wonder Christy was in over her head. The man was absolutely lethal. Julia must be blind, deaf and dumb to be immune to his charms. She never did have a lick of sense, too busy flirting, being a southern belle, that she could not see the forest for the trees. This man was the one for her granddaughter. She'd make sure of it. Christy had made the right choice, but she still planned to test his mettle. It was a grandmother's privilege to do so. Doctor MacNeill, I mean, Neil, has told me that he is your physician." "That is correct, Grandmother." "Do you take to your sick bed often?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. Christy did not see it, but Neil did. 'She's trouble,' he thought. "I catch a chill now and then." "Don't forget when Bird's-Eye tried to burn down the school, Christy." "Dear me, how could I forget that?" 'I can't because that is when I first kissed you and realized how special you were to me,' he thought. "How awful," said Grandmother Rudd. "Tell me Neil, are you a stiff, business like doctor with no bedside manner?" Christy rushed to his defense. "Neil has a truly wonderful bedside manner. Oh, that does not sound very.................oh dear, " Christy stammered. "I did not mean it that way." Neil looked at her and laughed. "Keep pushing Christy. You are in up to your knee at least. How could you become tongue tied over a simple question?" "It's your fault, Neil." "Of course, blame it on me." "It's because you unsettle me." "Now the conversation is finally getting interesting. Pray continue," said her grandmother. Neil laughed. He genuinely liked this woman. "Grandmother, whatever you do , please do not give this man an inch, or he will take a mile." "Excuse me, Miss Huddleston, are you implying I have taken advantage of you?" Christy blushed. "There you go again. Not taking advantage of me, you have always been a perfect gentleman towards me." 'In your case, Lass, how I suffered for it,' he thought. "My mother raised me to be one, it is ingrained in me," he said. "Please do not interrupt me. I meant that you use a situation to your advantage." "I needed to clarify an ethical point with your grandmother." "Point taken, Neil." "Ah yes, Granny Rudd. Are you sure that you are comfortable with the appellation?" "Coming from you it sounds perfect to me, especially when you roll the rr's." Christy rolled her eyes. What chance did she have? He could charm the scales off a fish. She saw the twinkle in her grandmother's eyes. How she was enjoying Christy's discomfort! "I think that I will leave the two of you alone. Why don't you take Neil for a stroll in the garden?" Christy looked at her. "Grandmother, you do not have to leave." "Christy, you need to spend some time with Neil." "Thank you, Granny Rudd." "I like the sound of that. Julia will have kittens over it." "Grandmother!" "You know she will, Christy dearest. Please make me a great-grandmother as soon as you can. Do not waste a lot of time planning your wedding." Christy hung her head. "You are trouble, Granny Rudd," said Neil, laughing. "Thank you Neil. I try to be. I think that I have earned the right by living this long. I want to hold my great grandbabies. And Neil..." "Yes Granny Rudd?" "Get married in Cutter Gap, not Asheville. Your hearts reside there, not here in Asheville." "You are an amazing woman." "You are the man of my granddaughter's dreams. Marry her soon. I am getting old." "Your wish is my command," said Neil. Christy watched the two of them in silence. They were quite a pair and they were going to be devilish together. Christy felt pity for her mother. "Christy dear." "Yes, Granmother?" "Better yet, take Neil for a stroll in the park." "Why?" "It will raise gossip and drive your mother insane when she returns from Savannah." Neil laughed. "You are a troublemaker." "Indeed I am, Neil, and don't you forget it!" She laughed, and left the room. "Enjoy yourselves, my dears." End of Chapter Three Title: "A Grandmother's Wish" Chapter Four .................................................................................. Neil was trying to teach Christy how to skip stones across the pond in the park. His skipped, hers sunk. Out of the blue she said," Why Doctor MacNeill, by Cove standards, you could be my father. If you married at a young age, and fathered a child almost right away, it would be possible." Shaken, he replied, " Miss Huddleston, if you were my daughter, by Cove standards, you would be married, with at least four children, and I would be a doting grandfather. My children could and/or would be uncles or aunts to your children. Since I am also young enough to father children, some of my children could be as old as yours would be, or even younger, by Cove standards. Imagine having a niece or nephew younger than your own children!" Christy's cheeks were stained crimson by her blush. "I did not expect this conversation to become so personal." Neil chuckled. "I did not start this conversation, Christy. I am pleased that you could be so frank. I propose we consider this from another angle." "What do you mean?" "You have a love of English Literature, do you not?" "Yes, I do." "If you consider your favorite Austen heroes, am I not of similar age to Mr. Darcy, Captain Wentworth, Mr. Knightley or Colonel Brandon?" "Yes." "Therefore I am totally within my right to pursue the young woman I desire for my wife." "I suppose you are correct." "So tell me Christy, how do you see me?" "What do you mean?" "Am I a father figure to you, or a dashing, brooding hero of your favorite Austen novels?" "You expect me to give you an answer?" "Of course." "Even if it embarrasses me?" "Christy, I am not the one who started this conversation. Unless of course, you see me as a more tragic hero, like Rochester or Heathcliff. Will you haunt me forever, my lost love?" "Neil, stop that right now!" "Why?" "You are making fun of me and the books that I love." "Christy, I have never been more serious in my life." "Neil?" "Do you think that I am too old for you?" "I don't understand." "Christy, there are nearly fifteen years separating us. Am I too old?" "No my dearest, Neil. No. You are perfect for me." "I thought so, but I just wanted to make sure how you felt." "You are meek too, Neil, a quality that I admire." "I think so as well." "I was being facetious." "I was being serious." "That is what worries me." "Listen to you." "You asked for honesty, Neil." "Must you be so truthful?" "Neil?" "I am just joking with you, my love." "Are you sure?" "Christy, I do value what you think. Your opinions matter to me. We need to be able to talk about any subject. Forget taboos or any other kind of social misconceptions. You and I can always be bluntly honest with one another. This is my pledge and my promise, and my vow to you. I will answer any question you have, no matter how personal it may seem, as long as you are honest with me. I hate deception in any form. The truth is always more important. If you tell a half truth or a lie, you must always remember it. I prefer the truth, Lass." "I understand what you are saying, Neil. I really do, and I agree, the truth matters the most." He kissed her hand. "I love you, Christy." "I am honored, Neil. I love you so much." "Well, I am exremely glad we settled that matter, my love. You had me worried for a moment." "Why, Neil?" "I thought that you might think that I was too old to love you, my dearest." "I feared that you would think that I was too young to love you, Neil." "Never fear, Lass." She smiled, and he was filled with joy. "You mean the world to me Christy." "Thank you, Neil. You give me confidence." "Is that all?" "Are you fishing for compliments?" "No. When I fish, I fish for fish." "Your sense of humor could use some practice." "Are you saying that I do not know how to be witty?" He was trying not to smile because she looked so serious. Then he realized that she was serious, and was trying to answer him so that she would not offend him or hurt his feelings. "Your sense of humor is an acquired taste, Neil. It needs to be savored in small doses." "Christy dearest." "Yes, Neil?" "I know bull when I hear bull." "Well in that case, Neil, I will not try to spare you. There are times when your attempts at humor fall as flat as a souffle that has been handled incorrectly." "Oh." "I did not mean to hurt your feelings." "You did not." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Neil?" "I consider a souffle a worthless dessert. It has no substance. It is light and airy and practically tasteless. When I want a dessert, I want something that has taste and body. A souffle is piffle." Christy could not answer him. How could she possibly devise an answer to that statement? The man was impossible, and she loved him dearly with all of his flaws. But of course he would consider his flaws piffle in the grand scheme of things. "Perhaps we should return to Grandmother's, Neil. Dinner will be served soon. She enjoys a glass of sherry before we dine." "Sherry," Neil said, " is nauseating. I'd rather take a swig of cod liver oil." She shook her head. "I know that she has scotch and bourbon in her cabinet. For medicinal purposes only." "God bless her," said Neil, laughing with Christy as they walked arm in arm, back to her grandmother's house. Aurora watched them approach. There was such joy and animation in their faces. Christy was happy, and she was thrilled that her favorite granddaughter was so openly in love. More important than that, this man was not afraid to profess his love openly to Christy. 'Oh Julia,' she thought, 'please stay in Savannah for at least a week.' With that thought, she withdrew to the drawing room to await the happy couple. She was sititng in her armchair grinning as they came into the room. She was smiling like the cat who had eaten the canary. Christy wondered what her grandmother had up her sleeve. "I thought we could have a light refreshment before dinner. Neil would you prefer scotch or bourbon? I am afraid that I am fresh out of moonshine. Christy has told me stories about your infamous Mr. Taylor." Neil looked at the sideboard. In beautiful crystal decanters the aforementioned spirits were waiting to be dispensed. Noting the twinkle in her eyes, Neil picked up the banter. "There is definitely something missing from your sideboard, Granny Rudd. A fine clay jug of Bird's-Eye's moonshine would definitely add to the ambiance of your decor." Christy's mouth dropped open in disbelief, hearing Neil,of all people, speak about decor. With all the antlers and animal skins hanging in his cabin, he was one to talk about decor. "It would certainly be a conversation piece," said Aurora. "Indeed, it would be that. I'll have to send you some. If you gave your guests a taste of the jug's contents, they would never quite be the same." "Do you use moonshine, Neil?" "For medicinal purposes only, and on rare occasions when a certain citified female drives me over the edge." "Does that happen often?" "No. I am usually in control." "I am glad to hear that." "I am sure you are. I rarely imbibe. I need to have my wits about me. I never know when there will be an emergency. I work under the most difficult conditions. Being impaired would hamper my ability to be a good doctor. I will never take that chance." Christy sat silent through their exchange. They were a pair! Her mother did not stand a chance against them. Her grandmother could be formidable. With Neil behind her, well, her mother would lose every battle. She prayed that planning the wedding would not be too difficult. Time would tell. End of Chapter Four Title: "A Grandmother's Wish" Chapter Five ................................................................................ A few days later Christy's grandmother handed her a list of things that she and Neil would have to take care of before their wedding. "Now Christy, my dear, I am not trying to interfere with your wedding. These things need careful consideration. Why don't you go out into the garden and talk these things over with each other." "Yes, Grandmother," she said demurely. "Neil please follow me." She took his hand and led him out into the warm flower scented garden. They sat together on a bench under the grape arbor. "Just listen to you," he said as they sat down. "What do you mean?" she asked as she clutched her grandmother's list. 'Yes, Grandmother, ever so polite. You would have the world believe that you are docile and compliant, following every suggestion without any say for yourself. Docility does not suit you." "I am not following your reasoning." "Lass, you are not the type to be passive. There is a feistiness in your character that you cannot deny." "It is a flaw in my character." "I disagree." 'Neil?" "Don't you understand yet, Christy? It's that spark of rebellion I admire and love. I do not need a doormat. I have one that has been woven out of cornshucks. It serves me well enough. I want and need a wife. A helpmate, to be my wife and the mother of my children. I want a woman who will allow me to love her and support her as we raise our children together. Is this an impossible wish? Margaret is dead. I am no longer encumbered by the shackles of a loveless marriage and an unfaithful wife." He continued, " I know that I have to endure an acceptable time of mourning. I have spoken with your father on the telephone. He has given me his permission. So I now ask you formally, Christy Huddleston, will you marry me?" Christy looked directly into his eyes. He was such a wonderful man. She could not imagine growing old without him. "Yes, my darling Neil, I would be honored to be your wife." He took her into his arms and kissed her. She was still holding the list as Neil kissed her. The paper was scratching his neck. As they drew apart from their embrace he said, "Ler's take a look at the list." My dear Christy and Neil, Remember that your wedding day will be one of the most special days in your lives. Decide what kind of ceremony you want and where and when you want your wedding to take place. I would only ask that you consider a warm climate so that I will be able to attend. "She's very broad with her hints, isn't she Lass?" "Oh yes, Neil." They laughed and continued to read the list. Try not to allow outside influences to cast a shadow on your wedding day. "She means Mother of course." Neil did not say a word. Keep your wedding simple and uncomplicated. Remember this. On the day of your wedding, your marriage journey begins together. It should be the happiest day of your lives. It should not be fraught with anxiety, or ill will or anger. It should be a day filled with good wishes and love. It should not be so difficult for you to both follow this list. Love, Grandmother Christy smiled. "Grandmother has always been on my side." "She's a good ally to have, Lass." "I couldn't agree more, Neil. He took her in his arms and kissed her. "I am so happy, Christy." Aurora smiled as she peeked through the window. "You can come home from Savannah now Julia. My work is done," she said aloud. She went into the kitchen. "Mrs. B," she said to the cook, "my future grandson-in-law just proposed to my Christy. Can you make a special dessert for tonight? "Indeed I can Madame. Miss Christy loves chocolate. I'll make her favorite layer cake." "Thank you." "You are welcome, Madame." She said with a big smile. Aurora grinned. Her plans were moving along just the way she wanted them to be. ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Priscilla Drury had been invited to the wedding. At first she thought that Christy would ask her to be her maid of honor. Christy explained to her that Neil's closest friends were Jeb and Fairlight Spencer. During one of their moments of sparring, Christy had told Neil that Jeb should be his best man. She would ask Fairlight to be her matron of honor. He agreed. If Fairlight had not befriended her, Christy did not believe she would have survived her first year in Cutter Gap. Pris and Christy had been friends throughout their school years. Pris was tall and regal, Christy was petite and feisty. They were indeed a pair. Christy appreciated her dear friend's support when she volunteered to teach at the Mission in Cutter Gap. She accompanied the Huddleston's and Grandmother Rudd to the Cove. They had assured her parents that she would be safe. Julia had arranged for two carriages to take them all from El Pano to Cutter Gap. There was more luggage and wedding gifts from Christy's relatives, who were unable to attend. Aurora was pleased Christy would not be embarrassed by her stuffy and stodgey relatives. Priscilla was a sweetheart, and Aurora was glad for her company. The two of them were enthralled by the spell of the mountains. When they arrived at the Mission, school had just let out. There were children everywhere. They were waiting to greet Miss Christy's Maw and Paw again. They had heard that her brother and her Granny were coming, and they wondered how ancient she was. David went to Mrs. Rudd's carriage. He helped Priscilla out first. She was so beautiful! She was six feet tall, her hair was a soft, warm brown , and her eyes were the color of chocolate. When he took her hand, he felt a frisson of shock. "I'm David Grantland. Welcome to Cutter Gap." "I'm Priscilla Drury, Reverend, I am very pleased to meet you," she said smiling. David could feel his heart beat in his chest. He turned again to assist Christy's grandmother. "You can call me Granny Rudd," she said. "I am David Grantland. I am the minister here," said David. "Welcome." "A fine minister you are indeed, according to my granddaughter, Christy." She smiled at him. "She has talked so much about you." "I am glad to finally meet you, ma'am." "Granny." "Granny." "That's better. Much better, young man." She turned to face the school. "My, my, look at all the children. Priscilla, is it any wonder why Christy loves it here. Look at all those children." Christy surveyed the carriages. She bent down to Sam Houston and whispered something in his ear. "Aw shucks, Teacher, we is gonna look like sissies. Never live this down. Why can't you make us wash the blackboard instead?" Christy raised her eyebrow. "NOW Sam Houston, before they all go inside." "Creed, Burl, come on, we got us a job to do." "Fate worse 'n death," said Creed. "Don't be so dramatic, Creed." said Christy, trying not to smile. "This is what the three of you get to do, as a punishment, for putting frogs in my desk and in my satchel. Now go." The three picked up the bouquets of wildflowers and walked down the hill to the Mission yard amid the whistles and cat calls of their fellow students and brothers and sisters. They presented the flowers to Julia, Granny Rudd and Miss Priscilla, bidding them welcome to Cutter Gap. The night before their wedding Christy asked, "Neil will we always be this happy?" "Happiness is a relative term, Christy." "What do you mean?" "It is fleeting." "What are you implying?" "Christy, my love, at this moment in time everything has turned out all right. The ups and downs you have faced these past months are over. We are getting married tomorrow. Your family is here. I am sure that there will be some last minute fussing, but by and large, everything is done. All that remains is our marriage ceremony and our reception. Carpe Diem. Seize the day! Capture this moment and hold on to it in our hearts forever. Our love will prevail, I promise you that. We will endure sorrow and loss of loved ones in our lives. That fact is inevitable. We will be as happy as we can be, my darling." She put her fingers to his lips. "Please kiss me, Neil." "I am always happy to oblige you, Christy." He smiled, his eyes crinkled and she was lost. "Christy?" "Hmmmm?" "Where are you?" "In some idyllic place, I think." "We're in the gazebo at the Mission." "Spoilsport." "What do you mean by that?" "Kiss me again, Neil and take me back. Please. I was so enjoying myself. Oh and Neil?" "Yes?" "Do not speak for a while." He grinned. Actions speak louder than words. He deepened the kiss. Finally she broke away. "Neil?' she questioned. "A portent of things to come." "Will we survive?" "I doubt it very much. They laughed together. "So this is passion?" she asked. "When you start a fire, Christy, you begin with kindling. This is kindling." "Then what happens?" "You add sticks to get the flames growing." "And then?" "You add logs that have been split and quartered." "Continue please." "As the fire gets hot and a bed of coals form, you add logs that have been split in half." "And then?" she teased. "Christy, my love, you enjoy the heat of the moment." "Neil?" "Oh yes, the heat of the moment. And the emotions as well. Conflagration. Trust me." "I do." "You say thost two words very well, Lass. I hope that you will say those two words loud and clear for everyone to hear tomorrow." "I will follow your lead, darling." "See that you do." "Only if I feel like it." "You're being cheeky." "Yes, get used to it." "Oh love, I like a little spice." "Be careful what you wish for, my darling Neil." He kissed her soundly. Julia came out on to the porch. She called out to them, "Christy, it is time for your beauty sleep." "I do not think that I will sleep much tonight." "Why is that, Lass?" "I'll be planning my escape route." "Do not even bother. I am too good at tracking." "So you say." "I do." "I like the sound of that." "As do I." "Good night my darling Neil." "Goodnight my dearest." End of Chapter Five Title: "A Grandmother's Wish" Chapter Six ............................................................................. William walked Christy up to the churchyard. The wedding was outside because so many of the Cove's residents attended. It was a glorious day in Cutter Gap. "We are gathered here together in the sight of God," Jacob Ferrand began, and Christy looked up into Neil's face. His eyes were shining with happiness. Christy was trying very hard to focus on what Jacob Ferrand was saying. Her mind was reeling. 'Concentrate, Christy' she thought to herself......"to witness the marriage of Christy and Neil in holy matrimony. Marriage is a reflection of how God wants us to join ourselves to Him. The union of husband and wife in heart, mind and body is intended by God for their mutual joy; for the help and comfort given one another in prosperity and adversity. Marriage is at its best when we love and marry our best friend. Marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly. It is meant to begin as you both are doing now; with preparation, thoughtfulness and reverence. Into this holy union Neil and Christy now come to be joined. Who gives this bride to be married?" "I do," said William proudly. "We are here then," Jacob continued, "to celebrate the love Neil and Christy have for each other and to give recognition to their decision to accept one another totally and permanently. Into this state of marriage these two persons now come to be united." Jacob smiled at Christy. "Don't be nervous," he whispered. Alice was watching Jacob intently. She caught his benevolent look at Christy. She smiled at his kindness towards the bride. He continued, "Do you Neil MacNeill take Christy Rudd Huddleston to be thy lawful, wedded wife, and promise before God and these witnesses to love her and be faithful to her in plenty and in want, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and ih health as long as ye both shall live?" "I do," said Neil. "Do you, Christy Rudd Huddleston, take Neil MacNeill to be thy lawful, wedded husband, and promise before God and these witnesses to love him and be faithful to him in plenty and in want, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health as long as ye both shall live?" "I do," said Christy. Jacob said,"The circle is a symbol of God for neither comes to an end. Your rings also serve as a reminder of this moment, of the vows you have just made, of God's unending love and of your love for one another. Neil said, "This ring I give you, in token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." He slipped the ring on to Christy's finger. Christy repeated the same words and slipped the ring on Neil's finger. Jacob prayed, "Eternal God we ask your blessings upon Neil and Christy. Enable them to help, encourage, comfort and support one another from now on. In the name of our Lord we pray for them. Amen." Everyone replied, "Amen." "Neil and Christy for in as much as you have pledged yourself to one another in this ceremony of love and commitment, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Neil took Christy in his arms and kissed her. They turned and faced the community of family and friends who began to come forward with their congratulations. During the wedding reception Aurora Rudd introduced herself to every guest from Cutter Gap. She made it a point to let everyone know that she was Christy's grandmother. There were three men standing on the outskirts of the crowd. "Gentlemen," she said kindly, "have you had enough to eat?" They nodded. "I do not believe we have been introduced. I am Christy's grandmother. You may call me Granny Rudd." "I'm Hoyt Taylor, ma'am." "How do you do." "I'm Jess Crane, Granny Rudd." "I am pleased to meet you." She looked at the third man who eyed her with suspicion. "And you sir, what is your front name?" "Bird's-Eye." "Oh Mr. Taylor! I am so pleased to make your acquaintance. Christy has told me so much about you. Is your son Lundy here? Christy has talked to me about his potential. He is a very fine young man." Bird's-Eye did not know what to say. "Christy described you as a taciturn man." Bird's-Eye raised his eyebrow. "Forgive me. She meant that you are a man of few words. You say what you have to say, and be done with it." He nodded. "I have a favor to ask of you. I would like to taste your moonshine. Do you have any with you today?" Bird's-Eye nodded. Hoyt went to the stable and returned with a jug. Birds-Eye pulled the cork. He began to hand her the jug. "Excuse me for a minute. If you don't mind, I'd like to get a glass." She returned with one of Julia's crystal punch cups. She held up her cup and Bird's-Eye poured a little moonshine into it. His eyes were smiling at this Granny's ignorance. Miss Christy would have kittens if she knew that her granny was drinking moonshine. Aurora sipped the liquor. It was powerful. "Why Mr. Taylor, now I know why it is called white lightning." Bird's-Eye was amused and amazed. He had expected her to cough or spit it out. She did not. "May I have a little more, please?" "It'd be my pleasure, Granny Rudd," he said. He poured more into the cup. "Thank you." "Yer welcome." "Neil promised to get me a jug of your moonshine. He may be pre-occupied right now. Before I leave for Asheville, I would like to buy a jug. Can we do business?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Then it's a deal?" "Yes Ma'am." He held out his hand and she shook it. Bird's-Eye cracked a smile. If Miss Christy was anything like her granny, Doc would have his hands full. Noise from the wedding guests turned their attention back to the reception. "They are going to cut the cake. Will you have some dessert?" asked Aurora. "No thankee, ma'am. Don't eat cake myself. Best we be takin' our leave," said Bird's-Eye. "Goodbye gentlemen." "Goodbye Granny," the three echoed with amused tones. She returned to the wedding reception. Finishing the cup of moonshine, she recalled Neil's words. Her guests would not be able to handle the drink. It really packed a wallop. She smiled to herself. Julia would be mortified if she knew that her mother had just drunk a punch cup full of moonshine! She watched as Neil and Christy cut the cake with a claymore that belonged to Neil's great grandfather. She shook her head to herself. A simple knife would have done the job, but Neil was steeped in Scottish traditions. Julia. poor Julia, had washed her hands over wedding arrangements. Christy wanted her wedding to be a certain way and Julia had little say. Poor William! He bore the brunt of Julia's frustration. When she became overbearing, he would feign illness or weakness. Julia would focus on his well being, and Christy could proceed with her wedding plans. Aurora cheered her granddaughter's canniness. William was a welcome part of their conspiracy to pull the wedding off without Julia's intrusive intervention. She started to hiccup. What unladylike behavior! She did not know how to stop them. Neil had seen her talking to Bird's-Eye but he had been interrupted before he could figure out what had transpired between them. She looked a little flushed as well. After they ate cake, Neil left Christy's side and went to Aurora. "Granny are you all right?" She hiccupped. "Neil, I imbibed some of Mr. Taylor's moonshine at my request. You were right about its effect. Oh my. I feel warm all over." He escorted her away from the guests. "Stay here for a minute." He went inside the Mission and brought out a tall glass of water. Facing her away from the guests he said, "I want you to hold your nose as you swallow a very large drink of water. Count to ten as you hold your breath, and then swallow the water. She followed his instructions, and then handed him the glass. She waited to hiccup again. It did not happen. "Thank you dear." "You are welcome." "Neil?" "Yes, Granny?" "I've arranged to buy a jug of Mr. Taylor's moonshine." Neil grinned. "It is illegal you know." "Why Neil, I am supporting the local economy. Are you going to tell on me?" "Not me, my lips are sealed." "You are a man after my own heart." "You have my heart, Granny Rudd." "I love you as well, Neil." "Thank you. I am blessed." "So are we. Welcome to the family." Jeb began to play his fiddle. "It's time for you to dance with your wife." "Save a dance for me, Granny dearest." "I will, Neil, I will." She smiled. Neil went to find Christy and claim a dance. "Is Grandmother all right, Neil?" He laughed. "Right as rain now, Christy. She had the hiccups. She is indeed a character." They waltzed under the garlands of flowers and vines her students helped to make as decorations. Julia watched her daughter and new son-in-law dance. It had been a beautiful wedding, conducted by Dr. Ferrand. His voice was so eloquent, so majestic as he talked about the love between a man and a woman. His eyes seemed to focus on Miss Alice, rather than Christy and Neil, but she could not be one hundred percent sure about that. "May I have this dance, Mrs. Huddleston?" "Indeed you may, Mr. Huddleston." William and Julia danced at a slower pace, and Julia realized that she had Neil to thank for this. If she had followed the advice of Edward Brant, William would still be bedridden. "I love and adore you William. Our daughter is happy." "Indeed she is, Julia. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful child. I love you Julia. I always have and I always will." The next dance was a reel. "Christy, I want to dance with Granny Rudd." "She will be thrilled, Neil. I'll dance with Daddy or George." Uncle Bogg began the calling. William asked Christy and George danced with his mother. Everyone was caught up with the infectious music of the reel. When it ended, they all sought refreshments. "Christy," Julia conceded, "I am thoroughly enjoying your wedding reception." "I am so happy, Mother. I am pleased that you and Daddy are having a good time. It is indeed a celebration of my love for Neil and his love for me. It is the wedding of my dreams." Another dance began and Neil claimed Christy's hand. "Excuse us, Julia. I have to dance with my bride." As the two left, Aurora came to stand by her daughter. "Mother, you look flushed." "Have you danced with Neil yet?" "No, not yet." "Well you'll be flushed too when you dance close to that caged virility." "Mother! I cannot believe you just said that!" "Julia, he adores Christy. He cannot wait to be alone with her. I am impressed with his self control. I half expected him to hoist her over his shoulder and carry her off to their cabin." "Mother!" Alice and Jacob overheard their exchange. Christy had asked him to marry them when she and Neil had talked with him at Montreat a year before. They had been standing under the stone archway. Jacob had been surprised to see Neil, much less be asked to perform the ceremony. He had been genuinely touched by their request. He looked at Alice. She was trying to hold in her laughter. They managed to walk a few yards away before Alice could no longer contain her amusement. Jacob joined her, laughing at Granny Rudd's outrageous statements and Julia's umbrage at them. "That woman is not at all what I expected of Christy's grandmother, Jacob." "I could not agree more, Alice. I hope that Christy takes after her." "For Neil's sake, I hope she does, Jacob." They continued to laugh, and then Alice got serious. "Walk with me, Jacob." They walked along the road to the pond. "I listened very carefully to thy sermon today. It affected me greatly. Jacob, if thee still desire to marry me, I will say yes to thy proposal." He took her into his arms and gently kissed her. He could feel her tremble, so he stepped away and looked down into her eyes. "You have made me the happiest of men, Alice." He took her hand and kissed it. Jeb began to play a waltz. "Alice, may I have this dance?" "Indeed thee may, Jacob," she said smiling. Neil gathered Christy into his arms. "My favorite dance is the waltz. I can hold you close to me." Christy smiled. "I love to dance with you, Neil." At one point during their dance, Christy caught sight of Miss Alice and Doctor Ferrand. "Look Neil, they're dancing together." Neil looked and laughed. "Perhaps being in love is infectious." "Not another quarantine!" "This kind of epidemic is one I do not mind at all." They laughed. Seeing Doctor Ferrand dance with Alice, David asked Priscilla to dance. She smiled as they took to the "floor". "I love waltzes," she said. David couldn't agree more. As the dance ended, Christy and Neil were approached by guests. The musicians took a break. The reception was being enjoyed by everyone. End of Chapter Six Title: "A Grandmother's Wish" Chapter Seven ............................................................................. "Hello my dear husband." "Hello my dearest wife." He kissed her hand. Christy stared at Neil. "We're married." "Yes, by Tennessee law and in God's eyes and the folks of the Cove we are husband and wife." She smiled lovingly up at Neil. "What happens now?" "Well Christy, at some point you will be taken by the ladies to our cabin for a shivaree." "Can I avoid this Neil?" "No." "It will embarrass my family." "No one cares." "What did you just say?" she asked increduosly. "It's the truth. No one cares what your family thinks. This is Cutter Gap, not Asheville." "I think it's a barbaric custom." "Actually Christy, you may be right. You see the custom dates back hundreds of years. It is a noisy, mock serenade to newlyweds. There is no harm done. Our friends are asking us to have many years of happiness and many children. The correct spelling is charivari. Through the years the accepted form of spelling in these parts is shivaree." "Why aren't you just a fathomless fountain of information." Neil raised his eyebrow at her. "Are you making fun of me?" "No. I am just amazed at the extent of your knowledge." "Christy I have always been curious. When I want to know about something, I do research to find out the answer. It is simple really." "I enjoy learning about new things as well, Neil." "Your education begins tonight." She looked up sharply at him. "What do you mean?" Her cheeks were tinged with color. Neil could read her face like a book. He knew that she was nervous, even scared about the next few hours. He chose to allay her fears. " Well my sweet Lass, I just explained to you the historical significance of the shivaree. You've learned something new tonight." "Oh. Yes of course. Thank you for that explanation." "You are most welcome my love." He kissed her, and the men of the Cove whistled their approval, which made her smile and blush at the same time. Neil laughed and kissed her again. This time she put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. She kissed him fervently. Whistles abounded. In her peripheral vision she could see the ladies approaching. "I accept my fate, Doctor dearest. I will see you soon." Neil winked and laughed as his beloved Christy was led off by the women of the Cove. The men all laughed and the jug of moonshine was passed around. Neil only pretended to drink from it. He was no fool. He would not upset Christy by drinking and he refused to be drunk on his wedding night. The Huddleston's did not understand Christy's departure and were confused. "It is a country custom. The married ladies of the Cove accompany the bride home, and help her get ready to meet the groom. Then the married men escort the husband to his bride. Songs are sung, a final toast is made in honor of the bride and groom and all the guests leave, " said Jacob. "Oh," said Julia. William remained silent. Alice began to clear away dishes. Ruby Mae helped her, as did Zady, Lizette, Bessie and Priscilla. Miss Christy was the prettiest bride her students had ever seen. Doctor MacNeill was so handsome. Hi kissed her hand. He danced with her. They fed each other wedding cake. Ruby Mae thought it was the most romantic thing she ever did see. 'When I get hitched,' she thought, 'I want my weddin' to be just like Miss Christy's.' she smiled to herself. Julia looked around the crowd of remaining wedding guests. "Where is my mother?" Ruby Mae grinned. "Oh she went off with the women to attend Miss Christy's shivaree." Julia gasped, and promptly fainted. William caught her before she hit the floor. Alice grabbed the smelling salts while William carried Julia to the settee. Alice, Jacob and William exchanged grins as Alice revived her. Granny Rudd was unpredictable as ever. The cabin was clean and shined like a brand new penny. Christy, Fairlight and Opal had polished the wood with beeswax and lemon oil. Curtains hung on the windows. The pewter candlesticks held Jeb's beeswax candles. Christy could not believe that her grandmother had accompanied the women. She kissed her. "I love you, Granny Rudd." "I love you as well, my dear. Someone had to represent your family. Your mother is too delicate. I can remember what it was like to have a man in my bed." The ladies laughed. "Yes indeed. Your grandfather was a lusty man. We had a good marriage." Christy blushed at her Grandmother's disclosure. "I told you sweetheart, when you get to be my age you've earned the right to be frank." Upstairs in the bedroom, a double wedding ring quilt covered the bed. It had been made by the ladies circle. It was a communal effort. It was started when Doc left to go into the mountains. Everyone knew that he was in love with Miss Christy, even though in the beginning, he fought the idea tooth and nail. The quilt was a labor of love for their beloved Doc and Teacher. The ladies led Christy up the stairs to the bedroom. Christy gasped. "Surprise!" said the ladies. Granny Rudd was impressed by their precious gift to her granddaughter and her new grandson-in-law. Tears were in her eyes as Christy sat down on the bed and gently touched the quilt top, tracing the hand stitching with a loving, gentle hand. "Thank you very much. It is so beautiful. Words fail me." Opal said, "It was our pleasure, Miss Christy." "You must all call me Christy, now. I am no longer just a teacher, I am now a wife." "Well not yet you ain't but you will be soon enough," said Mary Allen. "Land sakes girl, you do blush!" That of course made Christy blush even more. "I declare, you did have a talk with your Mama, didn't you?"asked Fairlight. Christy nodded. "And her Granny," said Aurora. The Cove's ladies were charmed by Christy's Granny. Now her Ma could be a little off-putting, but her Granny fit right in to Cove life. It was obvious to all of them that she adored the Doc. "So Granny Rudd, what do you think of our Doc MacNeill?" asked Mary Allen. "If I were forty years younger, I'd give my granddaughter a run for her money." The ladies hooted. "We got to get serious now," said Opal. "The menfolk will be comin' along shortly." They began to help Christy get ready for her wedding night. They took off her veil. It was gently folded and placed on the top of a chest. The buttons of her gown were undone. Christy stepped out of it and Opal placed it on a hanger in the chiffarobe. Christy was now in her petticoat. Aurora could see the blush creeping into Christy's cheeks. Her shoes and stockings were removed. Then her petticoat. She was left in her chemise, corset and bloomers. Aurora asked the ladies to step downstairs for a minute. They understood that Christy was a little scared, so they left. With her grandmother's help, Christy finished undressing and put on the silk nightgown and robe, which had been her grandmother's gift to her. The ladies came back with a tea tray laden with cups of hot tea. Fairlight and Opal removed Christy's hairpins. Fairlight brushed out her hair. Granny Rudd handed her a hair ribbon. Christy looked beautiful. The ladies enjoyed the moment together and sipped their tea. Soon they heard a cacophony of voices. "Menfolk have arrived," said Opal. Tea cups were collected and taken down stairs. Christy was led to the bed, and placed in it, sitting in the middle against the headboard. Her back was rigid. "Law, I declare, you look like you're facin' a hangin' not your wedding night," said Rebecca. All the ladies laughed, as they heard the men boisterously enter the cabin and tromp up the stairs. Neil gamely went along with their antics. They trooped into the room, staring at Christy. Privately the menfolk thought she was a vision of beauty and MacNeill was one lucky man. None of them betrayed their thoughts to their wives who were watching them closely. Jeb began to sing a rather naughty ditty, which had everyone laughing. The jug of moonshine was passed around, much to Christy's dismay, as it was handed to Neil. He took what she thought was a big swig, but then she realized he had not imbibed the liquor. Neil sat down on the bed next to her and kissed her soundly. Everyone cheered. Neil kissed her again. Then as if on cue, everyone began to leave, wishing them well, wishing them lots of children and blessing them. "Make me a great grandmother soon," chimed Aurora. Everyone laughed. Jeb closed the door behind them. He was going to take Granny Rudd home to the Mission in his wagon. He slammed the cabin door, so Neil would know that everyone was gone. Neil turned to Christy. "Have I told you how beautiful you are, Mrs. MacNeill?" "Not within the last hour, Doctor MacNeill." "Oh Christy, I never thought this day would happen." "I'll admit I had my doubts at times, but I put my faith in God." Neil kissed her, slowly and deeply. Her fears vanished. Neil would be the teacher tonight." End of Chapter Seven Title: "A Grandmother's Wish" Chapter Eight ............................................................................................... Christy awoke as the birds began their morning songs. She was snuggled against Neil. His arms embraced her and protected her. He was breathing softly. She gazed up at the ceiling and then out the window. She smiled and thought, 'Well Mary Allen, I am truly a now a wife.' A soft blush crept across her cheeks. The path to this moment in time seemed impassible at some points along the way. Without the support of Neil, her father and her grandmother, Miss Alice, Fairlight and Opal, it might never have happened. Her mother wanted Christy's wedding to be picture perfect. Christy wanted a simple, happy wedding, as dignified as one could have for Cutter Gap. She did not want it to be a pretentious affair. She wanted it to be comfortable and friendly. The folks had welcomed her, accepted her and she appreciated that with all of her heart. It took ten months to pull it all together. She wanted a simple wedding gown. The search seemed to take forever, but she discovered the perfect dress. She had gone home to visit her parents. Taking a break from her mother's shopping plans, she decided to meet a school friend for lunch. She corresponded with Priscilla on a monthly basis while she was teaching in Cutter Gap. Pris was happy to hear Christy's good news that she was going to marry the doctor. She had been in Italy last summer when Neil had come to claim Christy. "Your letters painted such a romantic picture of him, Christy. I could tell he meant something very special to you. It was so tragic when you all discovered his wife was still alive. And now he is free to declare his love for you. This is better than a romance novel. Do you think that I will ever meet the man of my dreams?" "Of course you will, Pris. Anything is possible. Who would have thought the man of my dreams would live in Cutter Gap?" "Christy, if you don't mind, on the way home, I have to stop and pick up a shirtwaist for my mother. She was having the sleeves shortened." They stopped at a tiny shop, off the beaten path. As they walked into the front room, Christy saw a simple, yet elegant, white cotton lawn wedding dress. She fell in love with the soft confection. The lace trim was crocheted. She stared at it, oblivious to Pris and the shopkeeper. She pictured herself standing next to Neil. This was the dress of her dreams. She did not hear Pris address her. Finally her friend shook her. Christy came out of her reverie. "Is this for sale?" she asked hopefully. The woman sensed Christy's excitement. "As a matter of fact, it is for sale. The intended bride put the cart before the horse. She could not get her waistine to fit the dress. Babies need room to grow." Christy realized what the woman was implying and blushed. "This is what I have been searching for with my mother for weeks. I will be married in a very humid climate. Cotton is such a cool fabric. The gown is exquisite. May I try it on, please?" "Of course." Christy went into the dressing room. She stepped into the undergarment. She put on the slip. Then she put on the gown. The woman buttoned the back of the dress for her. It was a perfect fit. It did not have to be hemmed. The collar and neckline were crocheted in cotton lace. The three quarter length sleeves were edged in the same lace. There were lace inserts at the waistline and three bands of lace were in the skirt. The bodice was pintucked and the skirt had flowers embroidered in white. It was delicate and feminine at the same time. It would be cool enough to withstand the humidity. She stepped out of the dressing room. "Oh Christy!," said Priscilla, "you look beautiful." The dressmaker eyed Christy. "I could take in the waist a little. Other than that, it really does fit you perfectly." Christy smiled. "I am comfortable with just the way it fits now. This is truly the dress of my dreams." Christy put a deposit down on the dress. She and Priscilla left the shop and hurried home to the Huddleston's. Aurora had come to lunch with Julia. Christy and Priscilla hurried into the house. Christy was positively beaming with excitement. "Mother, I have found my wedding dress." "Christy we have two appointments with dressmakers tomorrow." "Mama, I have found the dress of my dreams." Julia was skeptical. "Where did you see the dress?" "In a little shop on Hathaway Street." "I've never heard of the place." "My mother has had our dresses made there for years," said Priscilla. Julia said nothing. Aurora raised her eyebrow at her daughter. "Christy darling, I was just leaving. Come with me girls, Vickers will drive us to the shop. Will you come with us, Julia?" Julia realized that she was being outmaneuvered. She nodded in agreement. They drove to the shop. When they arrived VIckers had barely opened the door when Christy and Priscilla flew out of the automobile. Aurora and Julia exited in a more dignified manner. "Julia, if this is the dress of Christy's dreams, then so be it. This is her wedding." "Mother, I just want her to have the perfect wedding." "Julia, my dear, your definition of perfect might seriously differ from Christy's, just remember that." They entered the shop. Julia looked around. Mrs. Powell, the dressmaker, introduced herself and welcomed them. "Your daughter is trying on the dress. It fits her like a glove." In the dressing room, Priscilla buttoned the back of the dress. They tried to re-pin Christy's hair up off the nape of her neck. The girls stepped out of the dressing room. The ladies stopped talking. The gown was simple and elegant. Julia eyed her daughter. Christywas holding her breath, hoping desperately for some sign of approval. Finally Julia nodded. Christy let out her breath. Aurora dabbed her eys. "Christy you are going to be a beautiful bride." Christy smiled warmly at her grandmother. "What about a veil?" asked Pris. "I'll wear my mother's veil. It was also my grandmother's veil." "Shoes?" "I suppose we'll have to go shopping for shoes, Mother." Julia nodded in agreement. She turned to Mrs. Powell. "It appears as though my husband and I will be purchasing our daughter's wedding dress. Can you have it delivered?" "Yes of course, Ma'am." The sale was completed, and the women were on their way. Vickers dropped Priscilla home and returned to the Huddleston's. "Will you have tea, Mother?" "Yes, thank you, Julia. Christy you can continue to plan your wedding." Christy smiled. One more hurdle was over. Christy and Priscilla were walking in the park the day after she found her wedding dress. "Pris, you must come to my wedding. I need to have you there. We've been best friends for ever so long. I need you to share this day with me. It will be an experience you will never forget." "I've been to weddings before, Christy." "Not in Cutter Gap. People do not judge you by what you wear. There will be tables of food. You fill up your plate of vittles and find yourself a place to perch. The music you danced to is played on fiddles, banjoes, dulcimers, harmonicas and a jew's harp." "Is there dancing?" "Plenty of that. A wedding is a community affair. Everyone is invited. The food will be simple country fair. My mother will do her best to influence the menu, but I hope to be strong." "When you set your mind to do something, Christy, you usually accomplish the task." "Thank you for the encouragement." "You are very welcome, Christy." Neil moved a little and she snuggled against him. He settled into a deeper slumber. Christy turned slightly. Her head rested against his chest. Her thoughts drifted dreamily of her husband as sleep claimed her. An hour or so later she woke up. She eased herself away from Neil. She put on her peignoir and slipped quietly from the bedroom. She agonized over what to prepare for their first breakfast together. She decided to serve fried ham, grits and biscuits and coffee. She went looking through her recipes for Fairlight's red-eye gravy. She sifted through the pieces of paper. Barefoot, she stood by the table skimming the recipes. Neil came up quietly behind her. He placed his hands on her waist, startling her. She threw the pile of recipes up in the air as she screamed. The papers fell all over the floor. He spun her around and crushed her with a kiss before she could utter a word. She finally relaxed against him. Her knees felt like jelly. He stopped kissing her just so they could catch their breath. He picked her up and carried her back upstairs. She broke away from his kiss. "What about breakfast?" "Too early." He kissed her again. He closed the door to the bedroom and carried his wife back to bed. He smiled, she did not object in any way. He guessed this round went to him. End of Chapter Eight Title: "A Grandmother's Wish" Chapter Nine ........................................................................................... Everything seemed so different now. They came downstairs in the late morning. Neil helped her pick up the recipes off the floor. They giggled at the memory. Neil found the recipe she was looking for from Fairlight. He was looking forward to the meal. He was hungrier than he thought he would be, and he helped Christy cook, although he stopped to kiss her more often than not. After frying the ham steak, she drained off the excess fat. She added some water to the drippings and a tablespoon of strong coffee , which gave it some color. She brought it to a boil, thickened it with some flour and served it with the ham, grits, biscuits and coffee. Neil tasted the grits first. "They're delicious, Christy." He smiled as he took a bite of ham. Christy watched him eat with gusto. She was pleased. He would need to eat to keep up his strength. She sipped her coffee and nibbled on a hot biscuit dripping with butter and honey. Neil fed her a piece of ham. She was truly estatically happy. A few days after they were married they set out early in the morning to spend the day together. They had packed a picnic lunch, Neil had his fishing pole. He planned a day outdoors for them and estimated that they would be home by dusk. They saddled their horses and were on their way. John Spencer watched them leave. He ran back home. "You were right, Daddy. They've packed a lunch and Doc has his fishing pole." "Go tell Tom, son." John took off to the McHones. Within an hour, both families were at the MacNeill's cabin. Jeb and Tom and their boys set out to build a henhouse, and a rabbit hutch. These would be their wedding gifts for their friends. Fairlight, Opal and the girls tended the garden. William had arranged to buy a milk cow for Christy and Neil. He had a good laugh with Granny Rudd the day after the wedding. They had both needed it after Julia's tirade. "Mother, I cannot believe you attended that barbaric custom last night." "Julia, it was quite civilized. We had tea while we while we waited for the menfolk to arrive." "Why you had to go is beyond me." "I did not have to attend, Julia. I wanted to be there for Christy's sake, to help calm her nervousness." "Of course she was nervous, with all those people in her bedroom." "Now dear, it wasn't like that at all. It was very organized. The men behaved because their wives were there. They were not raucous at all. I must ask Mr. Spencer for the lyrics to the song he sang. I missed a few of the words. It was quite (she looked at Julia) funny. (She'd better not say naughty) I genuinely enjoyed myself." Alice, Jacob, David and Priscilla quietly sipped their coffee. George nearly choked on his biscuit. "Julia, I bought Christy and Neil a wedding present. It will be delivered to their cabin in a few days." "William, we have already given them their wedding presents. You are too indulgent." "My dear, this is a more practical gift, I assure you." "What did you do, William?" "Why I bought them a milk cow." Julia gaped at him. "Can you see it now, Mother Rudd? The next time we attend a garden party at Biltmore, and an associate asks me what I gave my daughter for a wedding gift, I can proudly tell them that I gave her a milk cow." George and Aurora hooted with laughter. Alice squeezed Jacob's hand under the table. David looked down at his plate and tried not to smile. Priscilla did the same. Julia glared at William. "Sometimes you vex me so, Mr. Huddleston." "I do not meant to vex you, my dear. Christy and Neil need a cow." Unable to contain themselves, everyone laughed. Finally Julia realized the humor and laughed as well. William was relieved. Julia was not too angry with him. Two days later, the cow was delivered to the Mission. After Neil returned from Baltimore, David and Jeb connected the telephone line to his cabin. He could call the Mission, El Pano and through the El Pano connection, Cataleechie. Alice called the MacNeill cabin. Tom heard the ring, and timidly went inside to answer it. He explained to Miss Alice what they were doing for Christy and Neil. Alice told him about the cow. When she hung up, she suggested they take the cow over to the cabin and join the 'working.' "Many hands help to make the job lighter for all concerned." Neil had asked Jeb to make flower boxes for the porch. He did, but never let Neil know that they were finished. John and Isaak mounted the boxes to the porch railings. The womenfolk planned to fill them with soil and plant petunias and geraniums for color. When the Mission folk arrived, work was in full swing. They had brought extra food, so that eveyone could partake of the leftover food from the wedding feast. Toot and Vincent took the cow into the barn and found an empty stall. Straw was laid on the floor. Water and feed wre placed in the appropriate troughs. It was almost like a party. William assisted Tom and Jeb and David. At one point Priscilla was handing David the nails he needed, which the menfolk found amusing. The children laid out straw for the animals. Opal and Fairlight put the chickens in the henhouse, and Jeb handled the rooster. John and George were turning the garden over with shovels to help enlarge it. "It is time to feed our bodies," said Aurora, in a tone that would brook no objection. "Reverend, please lead us in grace to feed our souls." David smiled and began a prayer. It was about two o'clock in the afternoon. "Our Father in heaven, we thank you for this bountiful feast. Please bless the work we have performed here today. Gifts of labor and love for Neil and Christy, from friends and family. Bless us all in Jesus' name. Amen." At Jacob's request, Alice had remained behind at the Mission. "Where's Miss Alice?" asked Opal. "Back at the house," said Julia. "With Doctor Ferrand?" asked Fairlight. "Yes," said Aurora. "Just before we left, he asked Alice for some help. He told us to go on without them." Fairlight smiled. "Weddings can be infectious." "Now Fairlight," said Jeb, "Don't be seeing things." "Jeb Spencer, I do not have to see things. If it was any plainer to see, it would hit you between the eyes. They are in love. Miss Alice has finally thawed out." "What do you mean?" asked Julia. Opal looked around. "Children, take your plates and go sit by the Creek." The children protested. "Now!" said Tom and Jeb together. The children filled their plates and sat by the river. Truth be told, the menfolk enjoyed good gossip as much as their women. "I am confused," said William. "Could you please explain to me what you meant?" "It's as plain as the nose on my face," said Opal. "Dr. Ferrand is in love with Miss Alice." "And something happened at the wedding," said Fairlight. "Miss Alice returns his love." "Preacher," said Jeb, "you look bushwacked." "That is an understatement, Jeb." David glanced at Priscilla, who thought it was wonderfully romantic. David was very intrigued by Christy's best friend. Meanwhile, Christy and Neil enjoyed the day together. It had turned out to be a beautiful, sunny day. They found a perfect place for a picnic, and fed each other lunch. Because it was such a clear day, he showed her the course of the river as it wound its way on the valley floor. Together they counted range after range. "Most days some are hidden by clouds and mist. This would be a good day to sketch. Did you bring your sketchbook?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did." "Good. I'll fish for our supper, while you sketch. "Neil, we are on a mountain." "Yes we are, Lass. Look behind you. There is a higher elevation in back of us. Water has to travel down somewhere. Let me show you where I will be fishing." "Will you leave me alone while you fish?" "I thought you might want some time alone to sketch. After all, this is the most time we've ever spent together." "Three whole days and nights." "That's right, Lass." "Neil, I will be alone plenty of time when you do your rounds. I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can until then. Do you mind?" "Not at all, my love." "I can sketch from memory, Neil." "Then drink in the view, my love, and savor every taste." "That's an odd analogy, Neil, and yet it fits." "Many is the time, love, I have feasted on the views these mountains provide. Light adds to the flavor. There are times when I look upon these hills, well, I believe I have caught a glimpse of heaven." "I believe you have, Neil. These mountain vistas hve sustained me during dark times. They have kept my faith and strengthened me." He held her hand as they walked into a stand of trees. She could hear the creek before it actually came into view. "It's not very wide." "It doesn't have to be, Christy. It has some mighty fine tasting trout in it though. Shall we have fish for supper, Lass?" "Only if the fish get caught." Christy settled down on the bank and observed her husband. He fascinated her. She loved to watch his face. She wished that she had the skill to sketch his fabulous face. Instead, she was content to just happily watch him, and the pleasurable look he wore right now. She did not realize, of course, that she was the source of his pleasurable countenance. He was standing downwind as her scent of roses drifted in the soft mountain air past him. He closed his eyes and let the fragrance enfold him. He turned slighly and smiled at her. She smiled back, not seeing that fishing was the last thing on his mind. He stood there for half an hour finally realizing that he was swatting the trout fly on the surface like an amateur. 'Enough of this' he thought. "Let's go home, Christy. The fish aren't biting today." She would never know that it was his lack of concentration on the task that kept the fish away. He helped her up. Before she could bend to pick up the blanket, he kissed her. She put her arms around him and held him. They walked back to the horses and hurried home. They surprised everyone by coming home early. "We thought you would be away a little longer, dear," said Aurora. Neil helped Christy down. She turned to her grandmother and kissed her first, then her mother. Hugs and handshakes were exchanged by everyone. Christy and Neil were happy and amazed at the transformation of their yard. Her mother, grandmother and Priscilla had been planting flowers in the new flower boxes. There was a new henhouse and a rabbit hutch. "Jeb, Tom, I don't know what to say." "Doc, Miz Christy, these are your wedding presents from our families," said Jeb smiling. Toot and Vincent took their horses away to the barn. When they opened the barn door, Christy heard a loud moo". She looked at Neil in surprise. "A cow?" "That's from us, Little Miss." "Oh Daddy, thank you." She hugged him. Chores were quickly finished. Everyone wanted to leave the two lovebirds alone. "Will you stay for supper?" asked Christy. "We had a big lunch about an hour ago," said Julia. "Leftovers from the wedding. There is some fried chicken and potato salad in the spring house for you." "And a pie," said Fairlight. "Thank you," said Christy. "We were supposed to have fish for supper, but Neil didn't catch any." "Doc got skunked?" asked Tom. "Doc never gets skunked. He always catches fish." Neil shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say, Tom. It happens to the best of us." "Wonder what else you could have been concentrating on, Doc?" Jeb asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Come on, woman! Let's get these young uns home before too long," he said to his beloved Fairlight. David assisted the women back into the wagon that had brought them there. They were sitting on pillows and quilts to cushion the ride back to the Mission. George and William sat next to David in the front of the wagon. When David turned his head around, he could see Priscilla perfectly. She made him smile. Aurora watched the interchange. Perhaps his heart was not so broken after all. She smiled. Julia watched her mother carefully. Even after all these years, Aurora Rudd never ceased to amaze her daughter. Neil and Christy watched them all depart. "Let's go see our cow, Neil." "Christy, we'll have to milk her." "Neil, we don't have a butter churn." "There may be one in the barn. My mother used to churn butter." Several milk pails and a new butter churn were in the barn. "Your father is a thorough man, Christy." "He's a lawyer, Neil. He pays attention to details." "A man after my own heart." "Excuse me, Neil. I have your heart." "Indeed you do." "And you have my heart." "Yes my sweetest love, I do. And I will treasure it forever." "I trust that you will, my darling Neil." End of Chapter Nine Title: "A Grandmother's Wish" Chapter Ten ........................................................................................... Over the next few months, Dr. and Mrs. Neil MacNeill adjusted to their new roles as husband and wife. After her family departed for Asheville, Christy realized that she had to make a home for her husband. She had to turn a man's kingdom into a clean, habitable home that she could feel comfortable in, after all, this was now her home as well. When they returned from bidding the family goodbye in El Pano, they came home to their cabin. Christy put her hands on her hips and looked around the front room. Neil took stock of her body language and became wary. So much for taking in the late afternoon hatch rising on the river. No, no, no. He'd already learned to be careful when she put her hands on those beautiful hips. Her jaw was set with intent. He decided to light his pipe and wait for her first strike. "Neil, " she began, "we have to make some changes in this room." "Really?" "Yes." "What kind of changes are you thinking about, may I ask?" "Well, the animal heads, the racks of antlers and the animal skins have to go somewhere else." "Where do you have in mind?" "I would relegate them to the barn or your laboratory." "Indeed?" "Yes, please." What else my dear?" "We have to move your desk." "Why?" "It is in the way where it is right now." "I am perfectly comfortable with it where it is now." "Neil darling.........." "Don't bat your pretty eyes at me, Lassie." He took a long drag on his pipe. Her jaw crept up a few inches as she eyed her husband. "Neil, I want to create a warm and cozy area around the fireplace. The desk is unsightly because it is always cluttered." "It is where I work." "I understand that, Neil. I just want to move it to another part of the room, near your patient's area." "It will still be in sight there." "Yes, but not directly in my line of sight. When I am snuggling with you on a cold, winter's night, I want to look at you and the fire, not a clutter of papers and books next to the hearth." 'She doesn't play fair at all,' Neil thought. His collar felt tight at the thought of snuggling in front of the fire. He unbuttoned his collar. He took another long drag on his pipe to steady himself. He hoped he appeared nonchalant. "That's do-able, Lass." "I would also like to get the crutches out of the rafters." He nodded, still thinking about snuggling in front of the fireplace. He unbuttoned the second button. She had no idea of her potency. If he could spend eighteen hours a day with her, it would not be enough. His desire for her was overwhelming. "We'll start first thing in the morning." "I thought we could start now." "I do not think so." "Why not?" "I have other plans for us." "Really?" "Oh yes." He put down his pipe. "Neil?" "I am intrigued by your use of the word snuggling." "It's three o'clock in the afternoon." "I do not understand where you have gotten this misconception that we can only love each other when it is dark." He picked her up and carried her upstairs. "Are you afraid?" "No." "Then just remember this, Christy, somewhere in the world, right now, it is nightime." She looked at him and laughed as her laid her down on their bed and kissed her. She hugged him. "Oh Neil, I want to have your babies." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fifteen months later.................................... "Why are you angry with me?" "I am not angry." "Your body language betrays you. If I checked your pulse right now, it would be racing. I do not want your pulse to race because of anger. The only time I'd like to set your pulse racing would be in a more romantic setting. You know what I mean. A walk in the moonlight. Now I know for a fact that walkling in the moonlight sets your heart racing." "This hurts, Neil. It is not easy." "I know, my love." "No you don't. You have no idea what I am going through right now. Don't call me your love. It is your fault I am in this predicament." "I would not call giving birth a predicament. And if I recall correctly, you very much enjoyed the process that has led us to this so called predicament." "Are you trying to be funny? Your attempt at it is as welcome as Ruby Mae's possum surprise!" "I will let your insult by, since you obviously are not your usual, agreeable self, sweetheart." Christy was about to give him a pithy retort, but she was seized by another contraction, and grabbed his hand for support. Alice came into the room and wiped Christy's brow with a cool cloth. "Thee are doing fine, my dear." Neil looked up at Alice. He rarely assisted at births. Most men preferred midwives attending their women. He was nervous for Christy. She was so tiny. Then he thought about Granny Rudd. Christy had the same stature and bone structure. Granny had borne four healthy children. Christy relaxed her grip as the pain eased. Neil brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. "Neil, I suggest thee go outside for a few minutes. Refresh thy face, have a cool drink of water." Neil walked out on to the porch. Jeb and Fairlight were just coming down the slope. "Word travels fast," said Neil. "How's Christy?" asked Fairlight. "Insulting me every chance she gets." "Welcome to the club, Doc. They get better with each child." David greeted the Spencer's and Fairlight went inside the cabin. "Neil," said David, "I hope you don't mind, but I called the Huddleston's to let them know about Christy. I wanted to tell Priscilla, but I felt I could not tell her before the Huddleston's knew." "How thoughtful of you.........David." Jeb caught the tension in Neil's tone, but David missed it. "Preacher, when is the happy day?" he asked. "In April, Jeb, eight months from now. We're going to be married in Asheville." "Will ya still preach here? It just won't be the same if you leave." "Thank you, Jeb. Priscilla is amenable for now. After all, Christy made the adjustment from city life to country life." Neil stood up and then he sat back down. "Smoke your pipe, Doc," said Jeb. "It's up to the women and Christy to get the job done." Christy screamed. Neil's face turned white. Jeb smirked. "Why are you laughing?" asked Neil. "The last three months in all this heat and humidity. You're going to pay bigtime for this. I do believe the word is guilt. Welcome to the world of married men with children. She will hold her labor pains over your head until your youngest child is married and out of the house. Don't smile Preacher. Yout time will come soon enough. It's a woman thing, blaming husbands for their labor pains. Now some men do not give a damn, sorry Preacher, but a lot of us do care if our wives suffer. We just have to be careful. After all we have an image to uphold." "Why Jeb, I am impressed," said Neil. "I read that somewhere, Doc. Knew it would come in handy some day." The three men laughed. Suddenly they heard a baby cry. "Good lungs, Doc. Congratulations." "Thank you Jeb." David shook Neil's hand. "Congratulations." "Thank you David. Excuse me for a moment. I need to see Christy and the baby." Fairlight came outside smiling. "It's a boy, Jeb. Doc has a fine son. He's going to be as tall as his Daddy. Alice had wrapped the baby in a blanket and handed him to Neil while she finished tending to Christy. Neil looked down at the baby. He marveled at this tiny miracle of life. So perfectly formed. The baby's eyes seemed ancient, although Neil knew differently. Alice propped Christy up with some pillows. She had washed her face and brushed her hair and tied it back with a ribbon. Christy was watching Neil. "Mrs. MacNeill, may I present you with our son." Christy looked at her baby. "He is so beautiful, Neil." "Yes, he certainly is, Lass. I'll allow you to call him beautiful for a while, then we'll switch to handsome. He takes after his father. He comes from good, hearty stock." "It sounds like you are describing a soup." Neil briefly scowled. Alice roared with laughter. "I think that I will leave thee both alone for a while. Rest Christy." She kissed her forehead and then she walked out on to the porch to sit with the Spencers and David. "The baby is healthy. He will be tall like his father." "How is Christy?" asked Fairlight. "Overwhelmed I think. We both know how she feels, Mrs. Spencer." Fairlight nodded. "Indeed we do, Miss Alice. Their lives have changed forever. They will see and look at things differently." "Why is that?" asked David. "You have a child to worry about. You have to watch over him and protect him from harm," said Jeb. "Thy child's needs come first," said Alice. "Every decision thee makes has to account for how it will affect the child." "Rearing babies is an awesome responsibility, Preacher. I can't imagine my life without them though, can you Jeb?" "Not really, Fairlight. Watching your young uns grow up, is quite satisfying. 'Specially now with John and Zady being older." Fairlight nodded in agreement. "It is quite a moment when thy children become independent," said Alice. For this time, we call get to witness the miracle of life. The Cove has a new baby to celebrate." Inside the cabin Neil stared at his wife and infant child. Christy was tired and exhausted, and had never looked more beautiful to him. He gently sat on the bed and put his arm around her. They had decided to name the baby James William. Neil was wreathed in contentment until Christy said, "Darling, we have to call my parents." "Grantland already informed them that you were in labor." "Why would he do that?" "So that he could inform Priscilla." "That was an excuse to call her. Long distance romance can be very difficult on both of them. They are in love, Neil. Now you must really call my parents so that they do not worry any longer." "All right," he grumbled. His call was put through and Julia answered it. "Julia, it's Neil. Christy is fine. You have a new grandson. We've named him James William. He weighs about seven pounds." "Describe the baby to me, Neil." "He's long, going to be tall like me. His eyes are blue and his hair is a fair color." "Here's mother, Neil. She's so impatient," she said with exasperation. "Hello Granny Rudd." "Hello Daddy." Neil laughed. "How is Christy?" "She is fine, she is resting now. The baby is fine. He has all of his fingers and toes. He's got light reddish hair and big blue eyes. He'll be tall like me." "Thank you, Neil." "What for, Granny Rudd?" "For making a grandmother's wish come true." "It was our pleasure." "I am sure it was." He would swear he could see her eyes twinkling at the double-entendre. "Ah, Granny Rudd, you are a gem." "Thank you, Neil. You're a quick one." "Thanks for the compliment, my dear. When are you all coming?" "I would be there tomorrow, if they'd let me. It will take a few days to gather the entourage." Neil winced at the thought. "Here's Wililam. Give Christy and the baby a kiss from me." William took the telephone. "Hello Daddy. How are you doing?" "Grandad, how are you feeling?" "Seriously, Neil, how are you?" "It is an awesome responsibility." "It surely is, son. One that you will carry well, I am sure. My grandson is lucky to have such a special father. And mother." "I agree with you on that last point." "Well Julia and Mother Rudd are already making lists. The invasion should take place soon. I'll apprise you of the battle plans as soon as I catch a glimpse of them." "Thank you William." Again they laughed. "I'll see you in a few days, Neil. Give our love to Christy. Give my grandson a kiss. And thank you Neil, for helping me to see this day." "It was your determination to follow a strict regimen, William, that aided in your recovery." "It was your skill and knowledge, Neil. I am grateful." "I am proud to be your son-in-law." "I am proud to have you as my son-in-law." Aurora listened to William's words and smiled. She looked out the window at Julia's garden. The old swing still hung from the big oak tree. She rememebered five year old Christy, holding her doll, sitting quietly on the swing, singing a lullabye to her doll. She prayed and wished that day that she would live long enough to see her beloved Christy holding a baby of her own. Her wish had finally come true. The End