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Chapter 5: Sara Recovers
The morning after the doctor’s visit, Sara woke up, finally aware that she was in an unfamiliar place. The morning sun filtered through the bedroom windows, and she realized that she was lying in a king-size bed with her daughter sleeping peacefully beside her.
Sara could hear kitchen noises from beyond the closed bedroom door. She climbed out of bed, only to realize that she was naked. Sara looked around and found a robe, with her freshly laundered panties and bra on top. Assuming that the robe was for her, Sara donned the underwear and robe. Apprehensively, she walked to the bedroom door, turned the handle, opened the door, and followed the illuminated hallway to a dining room and kitchen.
As Sara approached the kitchen noises and aromas, she heard a man's voice say “Good morning Four...” Sara wondered for a moment who this ‘Four’ was, feeling very self-conscious.
The male voice changed its tone as the man turned to see Sara, and she saw him smile and say, “Good morning.”
“Morning,” she returned.
“Would you like some coffee or maybe some juice?” he asked.
“I would love some coffee please.”
The man rose to fetch some coffee, while Sara sat at the table still feeling weak.
Since leaving Chicago, Sara remembered, she had driven non-stop, except to buy gas, for over 48 hours. She had no idea how long she’d been recovering in bed, but was having a hard time just standing.
“Cream or sugar?” the man asked.
“Both please,” she replied.
He brought her a cup of hot coffee and a mason jar of cream. There was also a small sugar container with a spoon. The man took a seat opposite her at the table.
Sara was impressed with his efficiency and style. It was almost as if he worked in hospitality.
Opening the mason jar, she noticed that the cream was thicker than the cream she was used to having. Unsure, Sara cautiously sniffed it and realized that it smelled really good.
“It’s fresh cream,” explained the man with the deep voice, noting her puzzlement. “It was fresh from the cow yesterday.”
‘Out of a cow?’ Sara thought but wisely kept her mouth shut. She’d momentarily forgotten that cream came from a cow and not a supermarket refrigerator.
“Is it supposed to be this thick?”
“Yes, it’s a real dairy product. It is hand skimmed and never pasteurized. It is a lot healthier than what you would ever find in a store.”
Sara took a spoon, added some cream to her cup, and stirred it. Tasting her coffee before adding sugar, she decided that no extra sweetening was needed. She smiled at her new friend.
“Thank you for the coffee.”
“You’re welcome. By the way, your daughter has been helping with all the chores around here. To be honest, I have no idea how on earth I ever got them done before she arrived.”
Perhaps he was ‘laying it on a bit thick’ but, ever since meeting Four, Rory had faced each day with a smile and purpose, rather than just going through the motions, as he had since Tina died.
Sara smiled at that.
“How long have we been here?”
“Four days, counting today. I found you two in a snowbank by a ditch. I got you out and into the house. I’ve garaged your car in the Quonset hut. We’ll take it to Denver for repairs soon as the roads clear up.”
“Thank you for the robe,” she said unexpectedly.
He smiled and replied, “No problem. Didn’t think you would like to make an appearance in your birthday suit.”
“Speaking of that, how did I get naked?”
“That was me, but you have nothing to worry about, I didn’t look...” he paused “…too much anyway.”
She giggled.
“Honey you were out of it, and I didn’t take advantage. Somnophilia isn’t my idea of a good time,” he continued.
“You have a beautiful daughter who has stolen my heart. I confess that I’m really hung up on Four. I want to date her, and my intentions are most honorable. Marriage is in the picture,” he joked.
The young girl’s mother threw her head back and laughed uproariously. It took her a long time to settle down.
“Well, since you might be my mother-in-law one day, I had better introduce myself. I’m Rory.”
She chuckled again and said, “Pleased to meet you, Rory. My name is Sara. Sara Brown.”
Just then Four came out of the room rubbing sleep from her eyes.
Rory looked at her.
“Hey Four, guess who decided to grace us with her presence for breakfast.”
“Momma...” she cried.
Obviously happy to see her mother was feeling better, Four ran to Sara, jumped onto her lap, kissed her, and hugged her tightly. Rory found the sight heartwarming.
After a few moments, Four climbed down and accompanied Rory to the kitchen to help prepare breakfast.
Sara watched her new friend and her daughter fix breakfast. She was amazed at how Rebeca and Rory coordinated their efforts. She thought that Rory must have the patience of a saint, as he let Rebeca add the ingredients, then stir the pancake mix. Pancakes, sausage, and juice were the menu items for the morning. He wouldn’t let her do anything unsafe, but Sara could see there was a bond building between them. In direct contrast, her ex had no relationship with his daughter. He even denied that she was his child and treated her badly. Seeing this man react with her daughter melted Sara’s heart. She had wanted so badly to see Rebeca bond like that with her biological father.
They had set the table and were ready to eat in less than twenty minutes.
“You keep calling Rebeca, ‘Four’?” Sara queried.
“To me, her name is Four, since that’s how she introduced herself.”
“She is four years old, but her name is Rebeca or Becky.”
“Sorry, but I’m used to calling her Four,” Rory calmly insisted.
Sara shrugged, willing to concede for the moment.
“Well Sara, we need to clean the dishes and get the chores done. After that, we need to get you to town to find some clothes for you. I would have bought you something more appropriate, but I didn’t know your size. I noticed that you didn’t have luggage.”
Sara began to panic, and stuttered, “N-n-no, w-w-we’re a-a-are..g-g-good….”
“Hey...” Rory soothed, looking at her with what he hoped was a pleasant smile. “We can talk more about this at supper time. You all can’t go anywhere for a few days anyway. Not until I get your car fixed. So relax and make yourself at home.”
Sara looked resigned to her fate as if her life was suddenly spiraling out of control. He felt sorry for her.
She allowed Rory to take Rebeca out for the day to do the farm chores, not really knowing what they entailed but, watching them together that morning, Sara could easily see that Rebeca would be safe with Rory.
Sara felt much better after her three-day sleep so, while they were gone, she found the cleaning supplies under the sink and in the kitchen closet, and cleaned the house as if it were her own. She was pleased with the results.
As she cleaned, Sara could not find where Rory slept, despite looking in all the rooms downstairs. There was a nice spiral staircase in the front room, winding its way to a loft upstairs, and she figured that he must sleep up there. Sara didn’t want to invade his privacy, so she avoided going upstairs.
Next, Sara started fixing them all some lunch. She was amazed by how well-stocked his house was, despite there being no signs of another woman anywhere around. Sara figured he must be single.
Chapter 6: Sara’s Story
After Sara had finished preparing the meal, she had time to reflect on how she came to be in Colorado.
She was thankful that Rory had cleaned and folded the clothes they were wearing when they left Chicago. Sara had taken no time to pack or bring anything but some money that a good girlfriend had collected for them. It wasn’t a lot, but she was grateful that it was enough for Rebecca and her to get out of Illinois.
The snow started when they were driving through Kansas. They had mostly kept to the back roads, rather than interstate highways, to limit his ability to find them. Sara was traveling on Route 34, barely able to see the road due to the blizzard conditions when she decided to turn onto a sideroad in the hopes of finding somewhere to park for the night. She had decided not to stay in highway rest areas since cops sometimes checked on cars that were parked in those. Sara had been exhausted, and unable to see much, when they drove down a minor road. Then the car stalled and would not restart. She remembered crawling into the backseat and holding Rebeca tight, thinking that they could die from hypothermia. All Sara could think of doing was to pray, “Please God, give Rebeca a good life.” Recent events seemed to tell her that her prayer had been answered.
Rory and Rebeca were gone for just over three hours. When they returned, Rory immediately noticed how clean and tidy the house appeared. Sara had cleaned the kitchen until it sparkled.
Rebeca rushed to her mother and greeted her with a big hug. Sara saw that Rebeca was full of life, full of energy and smiling from ear to ear. She couldn’t remember Rebeca smiling in over a year, in fact, Sara doubted that she had smiled much herself. As they embraced, Rebeca started to tell Sara about her day. She told her about Gray, the cow, and how she was a purebred Berman (close enough) and the most protective cow there was, just like her momma was the best momma too.
Rory laughed as Rebeca started talking about the chickens, and he discovered that she had started naming them. Rebeca’s recount of the three hours of chores took almost fifteen minutes to share with her mother.
As he watched their interaction, Rory realized how much he would miss them when they left. He was already in love with Rebeca, and Sara was just as sweet as her daughter. He did not want them to leave and suspected that was the reason he hadn’t yet arranged for their car to be repaired in Denver.
That night, while Rebeca was watching a DVD in the family room, Rory sat chatting with Sara in the dining room. He wanted to do something to help them through their difficult time but felt awkward making the offer, in case he offended Sara.
They sat for a while before Sara started, “I suppose I owe you an explanation.”
“You don’t owe me anything. I didn’t take you two in for any other reason than because you needed it.”
Sara ignored his statement and continued, “It’s one of those things that I never thought could happen to me. Find a guy, move in with him, he becomes abusive and starts beating me. Then I got pregnant and it got worse. I have no idea how Rebeca and I survived the pregnancy.”
She took some time to compose herself before adding, “After I delivered Rebeca, he became a real asshole. He claimed that she wasn’t his, and his abuse intensified. I tried to get away from him three times. The first two attempts, I didn’t even get out of Illinois. He’s a cop and he used his position to keep me from getting away. I don’t know exactly how, but this time I made it out. I guess I was just lucky.”
As they continued to chat, Sara told Rory that she had never married her ex and that Rebeca’s last name was the same as Sara’s (Brown). Her ex had refused to acknowledge Rebeca as his daughter.
Sara was college-educated in business and accounting and had worked a long time with a Chicago firm. She tried to leave her ex after she got a good job, but was fired when her ex had the workplace raided.
Rory asked her if she would mind doing his books, as he didn’t keep up with them very well, and she eagerly agreed.
Sara went on to explain she unsuccessfully tried to run twice more. The last time, he beat her for almost twelve hours, and threatened to beat Rebeca if Sara tried to escape again.
Several weeks later, with some help from friends, Sara finally managed to escape her attacker. Friends who were aware of Sara’s predicament organized a collection, providing her with enough money to make her escape, and her best girlfriend loaned Sara a car. She was instructed not to call or notify any of her friends once she’d left, because the no-good son of a bitch had a wide network and would, no doubt, discover her location.
A couple of days into her escape, fate stepped in, causing her to turn down a minor road and break down less than a half-mile from Rory’s farmhouse. She finished her traumatic tale and looked at Rory, with worry etched on her face.
“Please don’t call the cops. I will do whatever you ask, and get out of here as soon as possible. Please don’t call the cops,” she begged.
“No one will call the law. You can stay here as long as you like.”
Rory waited for that to sink in, while Sara looked unconvinced.
“You are safe here!!” he emphasized.
“No one will raise a hand, to either you or Four. You’re both under my protection, and people around here won't ever let anyone hurt one of their own. You’re a lot safer than you realize.”
She looked at Rory for a moment before she got up and hugged him. “Thank you.”
“I don’t know if you have ever been around farm country, but everybody knows everybody else in these parts. No one comes or goes without everyone knowing where they are going, and what they are doing when they are there.”
He looked at her with a smile.
“Do you remember the doctor that came and checked out you and Four? Even he promised to keep quiet, as long as you didn’t get any worse.”
Rory looked at her.
“I never called him. He just showed up. That’s how it works around here. There are a lot of good people. No one, and I mean no one, will ever harm you.”
He tried to reassure her, wanting her to relax, and know that she and Rebeca were safe. She smiled at him.
“What did the doctor say?” she asked.
He couldn’t lie.
“He was concerned about the bruises on your back and neck. He looked at Four and saw some bruising on her too.”
Her eyes grew larger, and Rory thought that she was panicking.
“He won’t tell anyone about it.”
He’d misread her look because she immediately called to Rebeca.
“Rebeca!” she called out. “Rebeca!”
Rebeca came out of the family room, where she’d been watching another of Rory’s DVDs.
Sara started to remove Rebeca’s shirt.
“Where?” she asked Rory.
“Right side, by her ribs,” he answered.
Sara looked at Rebeca, and Rory could hear sobs in her voice, as she asked, “Rebeca? When did this happen?”
“The day we left momma. Pit did it, just before he put me to bed. Then I woke up with you in the car.”
“I am so sorry. I am so sorry,” she gasped, with her voice breaking.
Rebeca wrapped her arms around Sara.
“It's OK mommy. I’m OK. We’re gone now. He can’t hurt us anymore. Mr. Rory said that he would shoot him with his gun if he tried.”
Sara looked at Rory, mouthed ‘Thank you,’ and smiled.
Chapter 7: Living Together on the Farm
Sara was a dynamo around the house, scrupulously cleaning, cooking all the meals, tidying, and making the beds. Rory appreciated all her efforts, as he was unaccustomed to living in the large house. For the previous three years, Rory had slept and virtually lived, in the travel trailer next to his workshop. After rescuing Rebeca and Sara, he moved his clothing and toiletries into the upstairs loft, which Tina and Rory had built, thinking it would make a nice bedroom.
Eventually, Rory needed to make a day trip to Denver to purchase some items for the farm and decided to take Rebeca. He invited Sara to accompany them, but she declined. It would have been a good opportunity to have Sara’s car repaired, but Rory found an excuse not to take it with them.
“I don’t want to take Four in the truck while pulling your car,” he reasoned.
Rory was both surprised and relieved when Sara didn’t argue.
He was terrified that Sara and Rebeca might leave when their car was drivable. Rory hoped that Sara would stay permanently and worried that, if they left, the pain of losing them would be at least as bad as when Tina died in his arms three years past.
In Denver, Rory took Rebeca sightseeing, visited a park, and window-shopped some department stores, trying to give her an enjoyable time. They finished at a great Mexican-food restaurant for lunch, before heading back to the farm.
While Rory and Rebeca were in Denver, Sara had an unexpected visit from Deb, the wife of Rory’s cousin, Mel. Deb had more decorum than most locals and knocked at the door, instead of just walking into the house. Sara recognized Deb, as they had met when Deb dropped by, to trade some milk for eggs the week before, so she invited her inside.
Deb asked whether they could share a cup of coffee and have a chat.
Sara made the coffee, apologizing that all Rory had was decaf. Deb laughed at that, recalling that Rory reacted badly to caffeine.
“I can’t remember when I have been as happy to see someone move here as I am with you,” Deb began the conversation. “What’s Four’s real name?”
Sara laughed.
“Rebeca or Becky. Rory has taken a real shine to her. I can’t seem to separate them at all. She loves him so much, despite having only just met him. I’ve never seen Rebeca take to someone that fast.”
“Oh, I’m not surprised. Rory’s been that way for a long time. You should see him with my kids, not to mention, his other cousin, Lynn’s girls. They seem to cling to him. Whenever Rory attends a community event, every little kid around the place winds up on his lap or in his arms. It is something to see.”
Deb’s eyes started to become moist with tears.
“We were all hoping that Tina would give him some of his own kids. Her passing was such a painful loss for us, and especially Rory.”
“Tina?” Sara asked.
Deb gave Sara a companionable smile and said, “She was the only girl that Rory really dated. Tina and Rory clearly loved each other, and anyone could tell that they were meant to be together. They were only a few months from getting married when she thought she had become pregnant.”
Deb smiled at the memory, but then frowned as she added, “It turned out she had a mass in her uterus the size of a grapefruit. It was stage-four cancer. She only lasted a few weeks. Rory was at her side the whole time. She died in his arms.”
Deb pointed out the window to the small travel trailers that were set up behind the workshop. “That’s where Rory has lived for the last three years. After Tina, he never stepped foot inside this house until he dug you two out of the snow. We... all of us around here…were getting worried about him. Rory’s a good man and an important person in these parts. We all would be running out of feed about now if not for Rory.”
Sara impressed at hearing the glowing summary of Rory’s qualities, and how he was respected in the community. He sounded like a great guy, but she had thought her last partner was a good guy until he became abusive.
Sara certainly liked Rory but wasn’t sure whether she could completely trust him.
Sara and Deb talked and laughed all day and, when it started getting late, Deb invited them all to join her family for dinner. Deb phoned Rebeca and Rory, while they were driving back from Denver, to ensure that they arrived at a decent hour.
Before dinner, Debs' two kids went to play on their trampoline, along with Rory and Rebeca. As Sara watched her daughter play with her new friends, she couldn’t help but stare at Rory. He was very handsome, and the way he played with the children made her feel he was something extra special.
Sara didn’t want to fall for a man that she was staying with, because she knew it was only temporary. She certainly didn’t deserve the big house, the calming life, but Rebeca did. She deserved all that, and more.
Rory let all three of the kids crawl on top of him playing king of the mountain, where Rory was the mountain. They jumped all over him. Sara couldn’t imagine how sore he was going to be after all the activities.
It was almost two hours before Deb announced dinner was served. They all ate together, with Rory seated between Sara and Rebeca. Rebeca was quite a chatterbox, telling her mother, as well as Deb’s kids, all they did in Denver that day. Sara couldn’t believe how outspoken Rebeca was, since she had always been quiet at home in Chicago.
After a lovely dinner and conversation, Sara offered to drive home.
“My male ego would never allow a woman to drive me home,” Rory said, with mock seriousness.
Sara looked at him, confused, as Rory handed her the keys to his pickup. Oh, handsome and a comedian, she thought.
After they had piled into the pickup, and were all properly belted in, Sara started up and headed back to the farmhouse. The roads were well maintained, and Sara had trouble believing that the entire 15 miles from Deb’s house to the farmhouse were all on dirt roads.
Once at the farmhouse, Rory and Sara tucked a tired Rebeca into her bed.
Sara and Rory sat in the living room and chatted for a while. Sara related some of the conversation she’d had with Deb, and asked him about Tina.
“When she got sick, I felt so helpless. I wish that I could have done more to save her,” he said. “Now I feel guilty that she’s dead. Her loss still hurts. She was something special, and I miss her,” he finished, with tears in his eyes.
“Sometimes there is nothing that can be done, Rory. Sometimes bad things just happen,” Sara said with compassion.
He nodded his head and changed the topic.
“Is there anything else I can do for you tonight? If you have no plans, I have something nice you might like try.”
Sara looked at him, “Sounds tempting. I have no other plans.”
Rory arose from the sofa and reached for Sara’s hand. She put her hand in his, and he helped her up. He led her to the spiral staircase, and they began to ascend.
Sara knew that he slept upstairs in the loft but, not wanting to intrude, had never climbed the stairs.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Sara took a deep breath in appreciation. Half of the ceiling was made of windows. There was a king-size four-poster bed, which only occupied a small fraction of the large room. The room itself was almost half the size of the whole ground floor. There were two matching 12-drawer dressers, two bedside tables, and, at the foot of the bed, a cedar chest. Everything matched.
Sara was awestruck by the beautiful room. She would love a bedroom like this, she thought.
There were two doors in the room: a large wooden door, and a glass door that led outside to a small covered landing. Still holding her hand, Rory paused for a moment to let Sara catch her breath, then guided her to the glass door which led to an open bathroom area.
Rory offered a spare bathing suit to Sara, which she tentatively accepted. He selected a thick pair of trunks for himself, and told Sara, “You can change here. I will be right back.”
“Wait. What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s a bathing suit. If you don’t like it, I can get you a thick T-shirt.”
“A bathing suit? To swim in? But it’s only thirty degrees outside. I’m not going swimming in the cold,” Sara protested.
Rory smiled brightly and said, “Trust me, you’ll love it.”
He grabbed a long, thick, black T-shirt and handed it to her.
“We’re going hot tubbing, not swimming. It’ll be exhilarating. You’ll see.”
Rory left Sara, and disappeared to change into the trunks, while Sara changed into the T-shirt, feeling that the swimsuit might send the wrong signals.
“Are you decent?” Rory asked before he came back in.
“Yes, I am.”
Rory opened the sliding glass doors, and then opened the steaming hot tub he had prepared a few hours earlier.
Sara felt cold air rush through, as Rory opened the door. Her nipples instantly hardened, and there were goosebumps all over her body. She was about to tell Rory that there was ‘no way in hell’ she was going out there, when he came in and, unexpectedly, whisked her off her feet.
“AAAWWW,” she screamed as he lifted her, carried her to the hot tub, and began to walk into it, making small splashes as he went.
“No, no, please don’t do this,” Sara begged, to no avail, as Rory started to lower her into the very warm water. She grabbed him tightly to delay the inevitable.
The hot water was such a contrast to the cold surroundings that she found it surprisingly thrilling.
He laid her down in the water, supporting her briefly after he sat on one of the tub’s seats. The hot water made her feel very warm and comfortable. She started to stand, but the cold air shocked her, so she quickly slipped back under. Instead of the torture that she had expected, Sara realized that the 102°F water was like being wrapped in a warm blanket of heat, while the 30°F air slowly became a welcome cooling sensation.
Rory couldn’t stop smiling, as he watched Sara enjoying her new experience.
“So, not quite what you expected?”
She looked impressed.
“I love it. I would have never guessed that it would feel so good. Oh my god, it is amazing.”
She looked at Rory.
“I’m not looking forward to getting out, though. We’re going to freeze going back to the house.”
Rory smiled.
“No, your body will start to welcome the cold when we get out. The walk into the house will feel good. Even on your feet, believe it or not.”
Sara did believe him. He had never lied to her. She discovered that she trusted Rory, more than she had any other man in a long time.
After about thirty minutes, they climbed out of the tub and went inside. Sara smiled as she walked into the loft feeling good, as Rory had promised, even her feet on the cold floor.
Rory got towels for each of them and they dried off. Considerately, Rory left Sara so that she could change back into her clothes with privacy, while he changed into a robe. When finished, Sara found Rory sitting on the bed waiting.
“What’s in there?” Sara asked, pointing.
Rory turned to see where she meant.
“That’s the closet,” he said and started to walk to the closet door. He opened the door and motioned for her to enter, which she did hesitantly, catching her breath as she realized that the ‘closet’ was the size of the bedroom. There were hanging rods all along the walls, and three walls boasted dozens of nine-inch square slots – storage space for shoes. Sara smiled inwardly, thinking that this was the bedroom of her dreams.
They went downstairs and checked on Rebeca, who was sound asleep in her mother’s bed. Sara noticed Rory gazing fondly at Rebeca, and smiled to herself. She went to him and took his arm, “She is something isn’t she?”
Rory started to reply, but his voice cracked with emotion and he left the room. Sara wanted to follow him, wrap him in her arms, and try to comfort him. She wanted to find out what he was feeling, but she decided to let him have some space.
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