Moving day

    Rebecca and Simon were sitting on their front porch enjoying a cool summer morning. Rebecca was a schoolteacher at Sunshine Valley Elementary and summers meant not having to worry about another stress filled day full of screaming children. Simon was a handy man and worked whenever. Rebecca couldn’t have been more content; the love of her life by her side, a cup of coffee, and just utter peace was all around her.

    The sun was starting to come up. It was hard for her to look across the road and see the pretty little white house. “Do you think we’ll ever get used to the sight of it?”

    Her husbands reassuring voice rang true in her ears. “I’m sure we will.”

    In the distance a cloud of dust told them someone was coming. More than one someone in reality. When the caravan came into view Rebecca had never seen a car like this one. “What kind of car is that?”

    “No idea.”

    A small moving van, the sheriff’s SUV, and a patrol car followed it. They all pulled into the driveway of the Rice house.

    “Should we be neighborly and go help?”

    Simon thought for a moment. Rebecca really wanted to be nosy and he knew it. However, the Christian thing to do was to at least offer their help. “Yelp.”

    When they reached the moving van, the door flew open with antagonistic force. Rebecca jumped. She was second-guessing her decision to offer help.

    Sheriff Pace slid out of the moving van as if he had been driving for days. Bradley and another deputy had already started unloading boxes from the back. Much to their surprise, the sheriff was dressed in street clothing while the deputies were dressed in their uniforms. Rebecca was shocked that a shotgun lay in the passenger seat of the moving van.

    A lady walked around the moving van digging in her purse, “Dillon, what did I do with them?”

    Her voice was tired. Rebecca thought she seemed at the end of her rope. Something was troubling this lady. Her actions gave her away. “Oh,” the little lady gasped when she saw Rebecca and Simon. Pace shut the door of the moving van while reaching her a key ring looped over one finger. “Thank you,” she half heartedly smiled. Her red hair glistened in the sun.

    Simon couldn’t help but stare at her hair. Deep down he had a thing for red heads. He always wanted to date one. However, he was afraid of the stereotype. A red head was not one to be messed with. They could be more dangerous than a hand-full of Kentucky rattlesnakes.

    This delicate little flower just had on jeans, a t-shirt, and tenna shoes. She wasn’t flashy or overbearing. Simon just knew she was going to be the perfect neighbor.

    Pace’s voice when he finally spoke caused an earthquake somewhere. Rebecca just knew it. “They’re your neighbors from across the road: Rebecca and Simon Ledbetter.”

    Rebecca noticed that Sheriff Pace’s eyes never left this lady. He watched every move she made.

    “Pleasure,” she finally extended her hand toward them. Her handshake, though very strong, was remarkably kind.

    The strong handshake was no surprise to Simon. The redhead stereotype was alive and well in this one.

    Simon finally spoke, “we just wanted to know if you needed help?”

    She glanced at Sheriff Pace. He nodded yes. A small smile crossed her pink lips. “I don’t have much but you’re welcomed to help. Just pile everything on the front porch. I will take it from there.” She used the little black box in her hand to open the trunk of her car. “It’s unlocked.”

    Sheriff Pace moved his SUV to the side of the carport. The two deputies quickly unloaded the moving van.

    “I’II take the moving van back. Now don’t you worry about a thing little lady.” Bradley tipped his hat. Retrieving the rifle and putting it in the SUV.

    “Thank you gentlemen.” They were gone.

After Church

    After church, the same crowd was at the Rice house, minus Sheriff Pace. A group of teenagers were raking the yard where it had been bush hogged the day before. Loading wheelbarrows full of straw into the back of a horse trailer pulled by the oldest dually Rebecca had ever seen.

By sun set, a little white picket fence was up, a carport complete with front porch access, the porch swing was hung, and the women created some flower beds around the house. Shelving had been added to the closet, laundry room, and bathroom. The kitchen got some cute little cabinets. And the horse trailer was gone.

    Mr. Rice stood in the driveway looking at his little house. “God bless y’all.” He threw open his arms.

    Everyone started clapping. Tears of joy streamed down the old man’s face.

    “What’s this?” Widow Blake was standing at the front corner of the house opposite the carport.

    Rebecca walked over to get a closer look. She bent down to read the tag. “It’s a honeysuckle vine.”

    “That wasn’t here yesterday.”

    Mr. Rice noticed the bewildered look on the ladies faces and just smiled.

The crowd thinned out; it was just Widow Blake, Rebecca, and Simon.

Widow Blake smiled, “what another great day?”

Rebecca asked, “if it’s not too personal may I ask, why does Mr. Rice call Sheriff Pace boy? That’s very derogatory.”

Widow Blake laughed, “not between those two. Don’t go tellin’ anyone I told you this. I’ll loose my Sunshine Vally card. When Pace was a little boy, he took up corn where corn had never been planted. Jack was forever saving his bony hide. Pace would get into some dangerous situations. Jack would come along, pick him up and say ‘boy’.”

“Such as?” Simon frowned.

“Pace knew no fear as a child. He still might not.” Widow Blake clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “On one occasion Jack found Pace playing with a copperhead. Jack picked him up by the waist band of his pants, put him over his shoulder and as they left the mountain, gave the tike a lesson in snakes.”

“Nope,” Rebecca shuttered. “Where was the sheriff’s parents?”

Widow Blake just shuck her head, “that’s a story for another night.” She patted Rebecca on the leg, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she and Simon said in unison. They walked home as Widow Blake drove out of sight.

Good night

    That evening as night began to fall, everyone started to pack up their tools and head home until Rebecca, Simon, Widow Blake, Mr. Rice and Sheriff Pace were the only ones left.

    Mr. Rice took a deep breath, “what a day?”

    “Shoo,” Rebecca hissed as she sat on the porch.

    All the rooms were painted, appliances hooked up and running, floors polished, even the outside of the house had new siding and both porches had been painted a clean glowing white to match the siding. She looked at Sheriff Pace, who was standing in the yard, let’s not forget about the roof. This adorable little house got a new roof. He had his side toward them. She thought he was staring at her house. His back had to be four feet wide; those shoulders were huge. If he hadn’t been a football player, he should have. Or a basketball player, he was tall enough. But a sheriff? Well, she thought, he presented himself as callus enough. Maybe being the sheriff was the right job for him?

    “What else?” Pace asked. Rebecca knew she heard birds fly away frightened from the near by trees.

    Simon had joined Rebecca on the porch.

    “What’s done is enough?” Mr. Rice smiled happy about the day’s work.

    Pace turned around and just stared at him.

    He sighed in defeat; “I was hopin’ for a car port at the end of the way. A little white picket fence long the road. I have a porch swing to hang.” He looked around as Widow Blake turned on the porch light. “I wanted to take that rail off the end of the porch so that when you step from the car port you didn’t have to come round front staying out of the elements.” He looked up to the sky as if it might start raining.

    Now Rebecca knew this house wasn’t intended for a man. A white picket fence?

    Widow Blake stepped onto the porch with five glasses of lemonade. “We’re all meetin’ back here after church tomorrow.”

    The lemonade was a nice end to a long day. When Widow Blake handed Pace the glass he refused it. “This one is tea young man.”

    “Thanks.”

    If he wasn’t so mean, Rebecca could almost feel sorry for him. Almost. Something was missing from this man. Could it be a heart? She wondered.

    Sheriff Pace played with his glass instead of drinking its contents.

    “Young man.” Widow Blake had set down beside Mr. Rice on the porch.

    He held up the glass as if to say look maw I’m drinking it and took a drink. It struck Rebecca as funny. “Sheriff Pace, may I ask you a question?”

    The look on his face was stone cold. “Shore.” He didn’t bark at her.

    “How tall are you?” She wasn’t trying to be mean. He was just a huge man, not fat at all, just large and obviously in charge.

    “Child, what made you ask that?” Widow Blake asked.

    Rebecca looked at the sheriff. “I mean no disrespect but you are the tallest person I’ve ever met.”

    He took a deep breath, “six, four.”

    Simon was in shock.

    The sheriff never said a word.

    Mr. Rice cleared his throat, “speakin’ of chair-ch, will you be there?”

    Pace took his hat from the porch putting it on, setting down his glass, and then walking away.

    “Boy,” Mr. Rice called after him. He stopped in his tracks. “Be careful.” For what seemed like an hour, Sheriff Pace didn’t move. Finally, the SUV came to life and he was gone.

“What is the story with the flip phone?” Simon asked as they watched Mr. Rice shuffle to his truck.

Widow Blake smiled, “the sheriff’s office is paid for by tax dollars. The sheriff likes to run a transparent tax payer respectful office. Why buy a smart phone when a flip phone will work? He says they get better service in remote areas and are more durable. Have you ever been in the sheriff’s office?”

Rebecca and Simon both shook their heads no.

“Everything is old. Not broken down but old. Only when something breaks or it cost more to repair it then it’s worth will he get rid of it. If something still has life left in it, usually things are given away or sold at a steep discount.”

Lunch

    “Lunch!”

    Rebecca had never been so happy to hear that one word. She noticed the bathroom was finished with a new shower stall and tub, light fixture, sink, and commode. It was ready to be used. She was such a poor judge of size, this room had to be bigger than 5’ X 5’ in order to accommodate all the fixtures.

    One bedroom was finished. The honey one. It got a ceiling fan. Much to her surprise the other room, the smaller of the two bedrooms was going to be a closet. The women had painted it a very pale yellow. “Wow!” She sighed, as she continued to walk through the house. She noticed the little hallway had been painted white. The living room was stripped down and ready to be painted. Someone had painted the kitchen. The bottom half was a brick red and the top half was dark beige with a black stripe where the two colors met.

    Lunch was a thick meat lover’s sandwich, fruit, potato chips, and potato salad.

    “Boy,” Mr. Rice called to the roof again.

    About that time Rebecca noticed the sheriff’s SUV sitting behind the house. It was an older model, beige SUV with a gold sheriff seal on the door that looked like a badge. It was really nothing special. Had it been there all day? “We have a sheriff?” She was shocked. “Bradley, you always say you’re the law.” She sat down beside Simon.

    Bradley couldn’t contain his laughter. This made twice today he had laughed at her. “I am.”

    Everyone’s attention was drawn to the roof. The tallest man Rebecca had ever seen came walking down the ladder. Walking forward, like he was casually walking down stairs. He sat down at the table directly across from her. Before he started eating, Bradley took off his baseball hat, laying it in his lap. He nodded in a fashion that Rebecca thought it was to thank Bradley. Why not just say the words? Hold on; wait a minute, blonde hair! Rebecca screamed to herself. When he looked up, her blood ran cold. His eyes were as green as a field of clover but they were cold, seemingly lifeless. If he had a soul, it wasn’t looking out through his eyes. His face was tired. More than just a morning spent on the roof. Had he been up all night?

   “Sheriff Pace,” he held up his hands as he spoke to show her how dirty they were. To imply that he wasn’t going to shake hands because of the dirt. Della handed him a wet towel. He got as much of the mess off as he could. But still didn’t offer her a handshake.

   “I’ve lived here for years. I thought Bradley was the only lawman in town.” Rebecca said playfully.

   “Good,” he boomed, turning his full attention toward his lunch.

    A ringing phone interrupted the chatter at the table. Sheriff Pace leaned to the side retrieving the phone from his pocket.

“What?” He barked. He didn’t even look at the phone to see who it was. Rebecca just knew he wouldn’t talk to his mother that way. What if that was her on the other end? How rude. What a hateful way to answer the phone. What, indeed. “And?” He growled into the tiny phone. At any moment she knew it would melt due to the sound of his voice. “Deal with it.” He snapped the phone shut laying it on the table.

    “You think I’ll ever get that boy trained?” Bradley asked scratching his chin.

   “Got you trained.” Pace glared at him out of the corner of his eye.

    Bradley blushed. He honestly blushed. As if that comment was the greatest thing this beast of a man had ever said to him.

Rebecca blurted out, “who still has a flip phone?”

The sheriff glared at her for a minute. Someone at the table groaned in protest. The longer Rebecca was around Sheriff Pace, the less she liked him.