Page 13 of The Shell Collector
“Maybe now you won’t hear Jesse when he wakes up early.”
Hailey grinned. “I will like that.”
“I thought you would. Come on.” They all left the room, and then she closed the door behind them. “Now for the fun part. You two open the fans for me while I get the windows ready.”
The kids wrestled with the boxes in the kitchen while she worked to pry open the windowsill in the living room. It had been painted shut, but after wiggling it, she finally got it free. Unfortunately, the sash wouldn’t hold. It kept sliding back down. She found a paint stick in the hall closet to hold it up until she could get the fan in place.
Hailey and Jesse thrummed on the empty boxes, singing a mishmash of nursery rhymes and country songs. She let them entertain themselves while she slid the fan into the window frame, just about guillotining herself in the process.
Once the fan was snugly in place, Amanda went about setting up the other one across the way, near the kitchen table. She positioned it to blow the hot air outside, creating a steady flow through the house. It was a trick Daddy had used when it got hot.
Refreshing air moved through the house, bringing instant relief. She went back into the living room and started singing into the spinning blades. “Aaaaaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaah.”
She couldn’t resist testing her old robot voice, so she bent toward the fan and her words reverberated as if they were inablender. “Thaaa-aaa-aaank goo-ooo-oodness this fee-eels soo-ooo gooo-oood.”
Hailey and Jesse abandoned the boxes and rushed to her. “What are you doing?”
“Singin’ in the fan.” Holding a fake microphone, she leaned in closer and continued. “Just singin’ in the fan. What a glorious morning. I’m singin’ in the fan.”
Jesse retrieved his cardboard box from the kitchen and started drumming to the song, sort of.
Hailey joined Amanda and sang along.
In a fit of giggles, Amanda announced, “I expect a concert after dinner tonight.”
“Every night!” Hailey played an air guitar and belted out the words to “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” in the fan.
That night Amanda moved one of the fans to her bedroom. She slept better than she had in weeks and even rolled out of bed an hour before Hailey and Jesse got up. By the time they showed their faces, she was already cooking breakfast.
The kids came running into the kitchen together. A first. “Good morning!”
“Great to see my two favorite children so happy.”
Hailey pulled her hands to her hips. “We’re youronlychildren, Mom.”
“Thank goodness.” She kissed them both. “You’re just in time. Jesse, you can separate the tortillas. Hailey, how about you tear up some spinach leaves.”
Jesse’s fingers worked the tortillas until they were about the furthest thing from round. She might have to stack two together to keep the eggs from falling through them, but it was a delight to see him trying so hard.
Hailey handed the bowl of spinach to Amanda. “Here you go, Mom.”
“Perfect.” Amanda dumped the bowl of spinach into the eggs and sprinkled cheese across the top, placing the lid over the pan so it would all melt together. Then she poured cups of milk and set them on the table.
“Okay, we’re ready. Forward march. One at a time.” Her little soldiers grabbed their plates and tortillas and stood in line. Jack had started the tradition, and it still made her happy. She wondered if the kids even remembered why they did it. Did they think of him on these mornings too?
She scooped egg mixture onto the tortillas, and Hailey and Jesse raced back to the table to roll them up.
She made a plate for herself and joined them. As soon as she sat down, they all bowed their heads. They sang, “Thank You, Jesus, for our food. Many, many blessings.”
Their faithful voices buoyed her.
Amen.
“Need some help rolling yours, Jesse?”
“No ma’am.” He gobbled from one end, eggs falling from the other.
He’d figure it out someday.
