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From the door, she could see her dad soldering some lead together.

“Hey, sweetheart. Come on in.”

Ronnie stepped inside, really taking in the workshop for the first time. She wrinkled her nose at the weird animals on the shelves and eventually wandered to the table, where she saw the window. As far as she could tell, they still had a long way to go; it wasn’t even a quarter complete, and if the pattern was any indication, there were probably hundreds of pieces to go.

After finishing with the piece, her dad stood straighter and rolled his shoulders. “The table’s a little low for me. It gets to me after a while.”

“Do you need some Tylenol?”

“No, I’m just getting old. Tylenol can’t do much to fix that.”

She smiled before walking away from the table. Tacked to the wall, next to a newspaper article describing the fire, was a photograph of the window. She leaned in closer to get a better look before she turned to face him. “I talked to him,” she said. “I went over to the garage where he works.”

“And?”

“He likes me.”

Her dad shrugged. “He should. You’re a catch.”

Ronnie smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude. She wondered, but couldn’t quite remember, if he’d always been this nice. “Why are you making the window for the church? Because Pastor Harris is letting you stay in the house?”

“No. I would have made one anyway…” He trailed off. In the silence, Ronnie was looking at him expectantly. “It’s a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

She nodded.

“I was maybe six or seven when I first wandered into Pastor Harris’s church. I took refuge there to get out of the rain-I mean, it was pouring and I was soaked. When I heard him playing the piano, I remember thinking that he’d tell me I couldn’t stay. But he didn’t. Instead, he brought me a blanket and a cup of soup, and he called my mom so she could come pick me up. But before she got there, he let me play the piano. I was just a little kid, banging on the keys, but… anyway, I ended up going back the next day and he eventually became my first piano teacher. He had this great love of music. He used to tell me that beautiful music was akin to angels singing, and I just got hooked. I went to the church every day and I’d play for hours beneath the original window, with this heavenly light cascading around me. That’s the image I always see when I recall the hours I spent there. This beautiful flood of light. And a few months ago, when the church burned…”

He motioned to the article on the wall. “Pastor Harris almost died that night. He was inside doing a last minute rewrite on his sermon, and he barely got out. The church… it went up in minutes and the whole place burned to the ground. Pastor Harris was in the hospital for a month, and since then he’s been holding services in an old warehouse that someone is letting him use. It’s dingy and dark, but I figured it was only temporary until he told me that the insurance covered only half the damage, and there was no way they could afford a new window. I just couldn’t imagine that. The church wouldn’t be the same place I remember, and it wouldn’t be right. So I’m going to finish it.” He cleared his throat. “I need to finish it.”

As he spoke, Ronnie found herself trying to picture her dad as a child at the church piano, her gaze flitting from him to the photograph to the partly constructed window on the table.

“You’re doing a good thing.”

“Yeah, well… we’ll see how it turns out at the end. But Jonah seems to like working on it.”

“Oh, about Jonah. He’s pretty bitter about the fact you wouldn’t let him have a cookie.”

“He needed lunch first.”

She smirked. “I’m not arguing. I just thought it was funny.”

“Did he tell you he already had two cookies today?”

“I’m afraid he didn’t mention that.”

“I figured.” He stacked his gloves on the table. “You want to have lunch with us?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I think I do.”

They headed toward the door. “By the way,” he said, trying to sound casual, “am I ever going to have a chance to meet the young man who likes my daughter?”

She slid past him, into the sunlight. “Probably.”

“How about inviting him over for dinner. And maybe afterwards we can… you know, do what we used to do,” her dad said tentatively.

Ronnie thought about it. “I don’t know, Dad. It can get kind of heated.”

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you decide, okay?”

18 Will

C’mon, man. You’ve got to keep your head in the game. If you do that, we’ll crush Landry and Tyson in the tournament.”

Will tossed the ball from one hand to the other as he and Scott stood in the sand, still sweating from the final volleys. It was late afternoon. They’d finished up at the garage at three and had raced over to the beach for a scrimmage against a couple of teams from Georgia that were spending the week in the area. They were all preparing for the southeastern tournament later that August, which was going to be held at Wrightsville Beach.

“They haven’t lost yet this year. And they just won the junior nationals,” Will pointed out.

“So? We weren’t there. They beat a bunch of scrubs.”

In Will’s humble opinion, the competition at the junior national tournament weren’t scrubs. In Scott’s world, however, anyone who lost was a scrub.

“They beat us last year.”

“Yes, but last year you were even worse than you are now. I had to carry the entire load.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m just saying. You’re inconsistent. Like yesterday? After that chick from the Lost Boys stormed off? You played the rest of the game like you were blind.”

“She’s not the chick from the Lost Boys. Her name is Ronnie.”

“Whatever. Do you know what your problem is?”

Yes, Scott, please tell me my problem, Will thought. I’m dying to hear what you think. Scott went on, oblivious to Will’s thoughts.

“Your problem is that you’re not focused. One little thing happens, and you’re off in never-never land. Oh, I spilled Elvira’s soda on her, so I’ll miss the next five digs. Oh, Vampira got mad at Ashley, so I better miss the next two serves-”

“Would you stop?” Will interrupted.

Scott seemed confused. “Stop what?”

“Stop calling her names.”

“See! That’s exactly what I’m talking about! I’m not talking about her. I’m talking about you and your lack of focus. Your inability to concentrate on the game.”

“We just won two straight sets, and they only scored seven points total! We crushed them,” Will protested.

“But they shouldn’t have even had five points. We should have shut them out.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m serious. They’re not very good.”

“But we won! Isn’t that enough?”

“Not if you could win by more. We could have broken their spirit, so that when they meet us in the tournament, they’d give up before the game even starts. It’s called psychology.”

“I think it’s called running the score up.”

“Well, that’s just because you’re not thinking straight, or you never would have ended up mashing faces with Cruella de Vil.”

Elvira, Vampira, and now Cruella. At least, Will thought, he wasn’t recycling any material.

“I think you’re jealous,” Will said.

“No. Personally, I think you should go out with Ashley, so I can go out with Cassie.”

“You’re still thinking about that?”

“Hello? Who else would I be thinking about? You should have seen her in her bikini yesterday.”

“So ask her out.”

“She won’t go.” Scott frowned in consternation. “It’s like a package deal or something. I don’t understand it.”

“Maybe she thinks you’re ugly.”

Scott glared at him before forcing out a fake laugh. “Ha-ha! That is so funny. You should really try booking yourself on Letterman.” His glare remained fixed on Will.

“I’m just saying.”

“Well, don’t, okay? And what is it with you and…”

“Ronnie?”

“Yeah. What was that about? Yesterday, you spent your whole day off with her, and then she shows up this morning and you kiss her? Are you, like… serious about her or something?”

Will remained silent.

Scott shook his head as he raised a finger, emphasizing his point. “See, here’s the thing. The last thing you need is to get serious with a girl. You need to concentrate on what’s important. You’ve got a full-time job, you volunteer trying to save the dolphins or whales or turtles or whatever, and you know how much we have to practice to get ready for the tournament. You don’t have enough time as it is!”

Will said nothing, but he could see Scott growing more panicked with every passing second.

“Ah, come on, man! Don’t do this to me. What on earth do you see in her?”

Will said nothing.

“No, no, no,” Scott repeated like a mantra. “I knew this was going to happen. That’s why I told you to go out with Ashley! So you wouldn’t get serious again. You know what’s going to happen. You’re going to turn into a hermit. You’re going to blow off your friends so you can hang out with her. Trust me, the last thing you need is to get serious with…”

“Ronnie,” Will filled in.

“Whatever,” Scott snapped. “You’re missing the point.”

Will smiled. “Did you ever realize you have more opinions about my life than your own life?”

“That’s because I don’t mess things up like you do.”

Will gave an involuntary twitch, flashing back to the night of the fire and wondering if Scott was really so clueless.