Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Amanda had reached out to shake his hand when his words hit her full force. She withdrew her hand like she’d just touched fire and squeaked, “You’re who?”

“I’m your new assistant. The principal said to meet you here.”

Silence engulfed the room. Tracy shifted his weight to one hip, looking slightly uncomfortable for the first time. “He said you would be expecting me.”

Amanda tried to cover up her shock. “Um, right…it’s just…” You’re a man—not just any man—a drop dead gorgeous man! She felt like she was drowning with no way out; she needed time to gather her wits. “Were you by any chance at an interview in the Board of Education building on June 13th?”

...Tracy laughed. “I think my first impression of you was correct after all.”

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Teacher's Plans

Teacher’s Plans

by

JoAnn Carter

Teacher's Plans

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Teacher’s Plans

COPYRIGHT © 2008 by JoAnn C. Carter

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Kim Mendoza

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Publishing History

First White Rose Edition, 2008

Print ISBN 1-60154-412-X

Published in the United States of America

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Dedication

To my mom, Carol Davis:

you’ve taught me more than any “teacher”

ever could. Thank you for believing in me.

To my dad, Ivan Davis:

you’re still one of the best and most important

role models in my life.

I love you both more than words can say.

Finally, I’d like to dedicate this novel to the one who has written the most beautiful romance and love story ever—to God, my Savior.

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“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”

(NIV)—Jeremiah 29:11

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Prologue

Amanda never cursed, but if she did, today would be the day.

Huge black rain clouds hung low over the top of Mount Mansfield and sheets of rain streamed down the windshield of her old Ford pickup. The wipers squeaked in protest as the black rubber half bounced, half swished back and forth. She reached to turn up the radio and accidentally brushed the top of the coffee cup in the middle console. It tipped precariously, splashing hot liquid onto her hand. Incredible! Amanda fought to right the mug as her wristwatch beeped. Easy to clean-up the spilled coffee, but she was ten minutes late for her meeting with the superintendent. Not so easy to fix that.

Amanda steered the truck into the first space she saw in the parking lot and then reached under the worn leather bench seat for her umbrella. After forcing open the creaking door, she leapt from the cab into an ankle-deep puddle. Can anything else go wrong?

As if cued by her thought, a gray sedan sped past and sprayed mud from her toes to her hips, covering her new suit! Tears of frustration stung her eyes, but she blinked them back. By the time she cleaned up, she’d be later still for the meeting.

****

Amanda glanced at her watch one more time while the secretary buzzed the superintendent over the little black box sitting on the corner of her organized desk. “Mr. Murray, Miss Manning is here to see you.”

His deep voice resonated through the intercom. “Send her in.”

“Right this way.” The secretary stood, motioning her to follow. “Can I get you a cup of tea or something?”

Tasty and comforting as that sounded, Amanda declined. The way her day was going she’d probably spill it…on Mr. Murray.

His back was to her when she entered. “Have a seat.” Mr. Murray’s voice echoed off of the deep filing cabinet against the wall.

The chair, a huge upholstered wingback, was creamy white brocade—a fact she didn’t notice until a smudge of mud from her jacket sleeve streaked the chair’s rolled arm. “Oh, great,” she said under her breath.

“I’m sorry,” he said, slamming the file drawer, “what did you—” It seemed words failed him, as he faced her. His eyes darted from her speckled suit, to the muddy shoes, then to the mess she’d made on the elegant chair.

Amanda prayed. If there’s any truth to that old ‘if the ground could open up and swallow me’ adage, this would be a great time to put it to the test.

Mr. Murray gathered his wits quickly, and smiling, extended a welcoming hand. “It’s Amanda, right?”

Amanda liked the feel of his warm grasp. “I’m so sorry to be late, and messy, but—”

“As long as you’re all right,” he said, letting her hand go before he pressed his tie down and sat behind his desk.

“Everything except my pride,” she admitted on the heels of a nervous giggle. She ran down the events of her morning and punctuated the story with a slightly louder laugh.

Fortunately, he was still smiling by the time she finished with her saga. “No wonder your students love you; you’re a great story teller.”

Amanda fidgeted with her watch. She never could figure out what to say when someone complimented her. Mr. Murray’s eyes lost a bit of their twinkle as he continued, “I only wish my story was half as funny.”

Amanda felt like she swallowed a golf ball as she listened to the ominous tone of his voice.

Leaning back, he cleared his throat. “I’ve reviewed the enrollments. Your special education department is projected to have twenty-two children next year.”

Wow. The way he’d looked, she thought for sure he’d announce that budget cuts meant he had to let her go. Then it hit her like a rock. “That’s seven more than this year.”

“I know.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, “I’m just thankful you’re such a qualified and gifted teacher.”

Amanda didn’t know how to respond. Twenty-two special needs children, all by herself? “Will the board hire someone to share the workload?”

Mr. Murray extended a hand, palm up. “I wish we had money in our budget for that.” He fumbled with some papers on his desk before adding, “I’ve suggested that the board hire an assistant, hopefully full-time, to help you out.”

Amanda nervously drummed her fingers on the arms of the chair and then clasped her hands in her lap. Lord, what is Your will in all this? Are You telling me it’s time to move on from teaching? I’m so tired of the struggle. The last thing she wanted was to give in to her fears of inadequacy in front of Mr. Murray. She pasted a smile on her face. “Any idea when they will reach a decision?”

“I expect the board will have an answer within the next few weeks. First, it needs to be determined if we can come up with the financial resources. If so, it will just be a matter of finding the right qualified candidate. I’ll keep in touch.”

Amanda realized she was being dismissed. She nodded and stood. “Sounds like you have a plan.” Albeit a very vague one. She glanced between the floor and the chair and grimaced. “Sorry for the muddy mess I made of your office.”

He waved her apology away.

If only she could just as easily wave away the mess in her life.

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Teacher's Plans

Chapter One

Late June

“Hi, Wilma.” Amanda called out as the bells on the Cone Heads’ door jingled. “I’ve got my summer application ready,” she said, depositing it on the brilliant blue-tiled countertop.

“Great to see you,” Wilma wiped her hands on a faded tea towel. “Don’t know why Leo insists you fill this out every summer.” She picked up the application. “We all know you’re hired.”

“You know Vermont. It’s all about tradition.”

The woman’s dark ponytail swished from side to side as she shook her head. “Please. As if I could forget.” She turned and said over her shoulder, “Let me put this on his desk so it won’t get lost. Be right back.”

“No hurry.” Amanda leaned against the counter. She looked over the beloved ice cream shop. It had stood at the corner of Creamery Road and Route 15 for as long as she could remember, and in all those years, not much had changed. Half a dozen small tables filled the center of the sunny room; on the far left wall, booths hugged shiny white tiles where a colorful country mural boasted a pasture of dairy cows. Working at Cone Heads made the month of June a little easier to bear. By the time, September rolled around again, she almost wished she could stay right here, dipping ice cream and blending malteds.

Wilma’s sudden return roused Amanda from her reverie. “Well,” she said, tossing a white apron, “you know the routine. A few of the prices went up and we’ve added a new flavor. Other than that, same ol’, same ol’…”

“What’s the new flavor?” Amanda asked, licking her lips.

Wilma pointed to a big cardboard keg in the windowed cooler. “Fudge macaroon.”

“Mmmm…sounds delicious…and dangerous…”

Wilma wiggled her eyebrows. “Let’s have some. After all, you need to know what it tastes like to sell it.” She didn’t wait for Amanda to agree. “Waffle cone, right?”

Free ice cream had to be one of the greatest perks of working at Cone Heads . Wilma carried two cones to the front of the counter and perched on a red vinyl-covered stool. “Have a seat,” she said, handing one to Amanda. “Tell me all about the school year.”

“Hard to believe it’ll be over in two short weeks.”

Wilma studied Amanda’s face and then asked, “Tough year?”

Amanda didn’t feel like going into the details. At least, not while licking fudge macaroon. “It could’ve been worse.”

“Any idea when you can start here?”

“I’m officially free…let’s see, not this next Monday, but the following one.” Amanda took another lick of the cone. “Oh, this is yummy.”

“Good. I need you as soon as possible, to help me avoid temptation.” She patted her thigh. “My mother always said, ‘A second on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.’ As you can see, I’m living proof it’s true.”

The women laughed as the doorbell jingled.

“You get this one,” Wilma said, winking. “It’ll be good practice.”

Amanda handed her cone to Wilma and hopped off the high stool. Two handsome men in starched shirts, bright ties, and well-creased pants headed for the counter.

Wilma muttered under her breath, “They don’t look like locals to me. Who dresses like that for ice cream?”

“Hi. Can I help you?”

“Give us a minute, please,” said the shorter man.

“Take your time.” Amanda studied the other fellow as he read the board. He was tall, with jet-black hair and bright blue eyes. She was thinking what long lashes he had when suddenly, he turned and flashed her a quick grin. Caught in the act of staring, Amanda felt her face grow warm.

“What’s your favorite flavor?” he said, pocketing his hands.

“Me? Oh, I like this new one,” Amanda said. “Fudge macaroon.”

He grinned. “I was asking him,” he said, pointing to his friend.

Laughing, the friend said, “Gimme a dish of mint chocolate chip, please.”

The tall one nodded. “Sounds great. How ‘bout you make that two?”

By now, Amanda’s face felt like it was on fire. She turned, thankful for something to do. As she grabbed two bowls, the shorter man said, “Nice little town you have here.”

She felt the tall one’s eyes on her as she dipped. “We think so, too.”

“We’re on our way to a meeting in Jefferson, but we left a few minutes early so we could stop here.”

Amanda looked up then, wondering how they’d heard about the place. As if in answer to her unasked question, the tall one said, “A couple of our co-workers have been here. Place comes very highly recommended.”

She nodded. “That’s always nice to hear.”

Wilma grabbed the bowls and put them on a nearby table.

“How much do we owe you?” The man asked as he reached for his wallet.

Wilma propped a fist on a hip, and called over, “It’s on the house, seeing it’s your first time.”

Free? No one gave away anything at Cone Heads ! It was all Amanda could do not to stand there, gap-jawed.

“That’s nice of you. But really—”

“Just remember to send more friends.” And then she winked.

If Amanda didn’t know better, she’d say Wilma was…flirting!

****

The rending screech of metal rubbing on metal, like nails on a chalkboard, jerked Amanda out of her daydreaming. She looked around and tried to find the cause of the hair-raising noise.

It didn’t take long.

A broken foot on a chair rubbed against the gray linoleum as a boy rocked back and forth on the lopsided seat.

Amanda reached for the chair on her right, pulled it out, and patted the blue seat with her hand. “Here, Gregory, sit in this one. It’s safer.” She pushed tendrils that escaped her French braid from her eyes. “I know it’s hard,” she added gently, “but you need to finish practicing the letters ‘k’ and ‘s’ in the sand.”

His little pink lips puckered into a pout. “But I just can’t sit no more,” he whimpered.

A wave of weariness washed over her. She tried to push it aside. “I’ll tell you what,” she said, brightening, “if you think you can finish your letters, I’ll let you stand here at the table with me.”

He stood up straight like a soldier and grinned from ear to ear. “I can do that!”

Experience taught Amanda that his focus could be very short-lived. She touched him to hold his attention, “But, you must do your best work. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Gregory’s gorgeous near-black eyes sparkled, “Yes, Miss Manning, I can.”

Amanda winked and patted his hand, then made her way through the classroom. Once she paid each child a visit to check their progress, she tidied a stack of books, picked up crayons, and pulled the shade down to shut out the bright afternoon light.

“I did it!” Gregory proudly exclaimed from his desk as the dismissal bell rang. “I knew I could, and I did.”

Amanda walked over to see his work. She clasped her hands under her chin. “What a fine job you did, Gregory. I’m proud of you.”

Amanda turned and addressed the rest of her students. Fifteen squirming, energetic kids scrambled as she called, “Time to put your things away in your cubbies and line up at the door.”

As the children shuffled about, Amanda’s mind drifted. If I did have an assistant, this would be much easier, but would it be enough? Lord, what is it that You want me to do? I love each of these children, but… I’m just worn out. Please give me the strength I need.

Tiny hands tugged at the hem of her blouse. “Miss Manning, Miss Manning!?”

Amanda stooped to look into Callie’s expectant green eyes. “What is it, sweetie?”

The frail little redhead wrapped her arms around Amanda’s waist. “Oh, I just love you, that’s all.”

Amanda returned the hug. “What a sweetheart you are. How’d you know I needed a hug right now?” She looked into Callie’s freckled face. “I love you, too.” With a grin and a wink, she tousled the girl’s hair. “All set to get on the bus?”

Callie shrugged into her backpack. “Yep.”

“Yes.” Amanda gently corrected. “And I’m glad you got ready so fast.” Standing, she added, “Now how about showing me how good you are at standing in line?”

The final bell rang and Amanda walked with her students to the lobby. As soon as the students were loaded onto their buses, she headed back to her quiet classroom.

Amanda plopped down at her desk and glanced around. Sixteen student desks were arranged in four neat rows. In the back of the room, two long worktables were covered and scattered with remnants of sand and construction paper from their earlier learning activity. Amanda’s gaze fell to her favorite corner. The welcoming, tidy spot held the flip chart, surrounded by a rainbow assortment of floor mats circled at the base of the easel.

Carolyn, Amanda’s colleague and dear friend from childhood, popped her head through the doorway. “Earth to Amanda. Earth to Amanda.” Laughing, she added, “That’s a deep look. Everything okay?”

Amanda cupped her chin in her hand. “I love these kids, love my job.”

“But….”

“Since I was a little girl, all I wanted to do was teach,” she added softly, “but working year-round at Cone Heads sounds mighty tempting about now.”

Carolyn laughed. “Hang in there. It’s only two more weeks.”

Amanda simply stared at her.

“Know what I think? You’ve got the June Blues.”

Amanda took a deep breath. Leave it to Carolyn to try to make her feel better. Only problem was, she doubted it would work this time. She ran a weary hand over the back of her neck. “I hope it isn’t more than that.”

Carolyn crossed the room in three long strides “Talk to me,” she said, perching on the corner of Amanda’s desk.

I guess there’s no avoiding the inevitable. “I met with Mr. Murray earlier this week. Did you hear the enrollment for special needs is increasing for next year?”

“I did,” Carolyn said soberly.

They were both quiet for a moment.

Amanda folded her arms across her chest and exhaled heavily. “I’m worn out, Carolyn. Mr. Murray mentioned an assistant but, you know as well as I do, the budget is tighter than the dress shoes I wear on Sunday morning.”

“What you need is some breathing space.” Carolyn quickly came around the desk and tugged Amanda out of her chair. “I think it’s time we had a little treat. Maybe we can come up with a solution over something sweet and fattening.”

Amanda groaned good-naturedly and allowed her friend to lead her out the door. As they exited, Amanda blurted, “I’m considering giving up teaching. “

Eyes wide, Carolyn gasped, “Come on. You can’t be serious. You’re tired, that’s all. You need some good old-fashioned R&R. You’ll feel differently when—”

“No,” Amanda interrupted gently, “it’s not that simple. Class size keeps growing and, well, I just can’t do the job properly alone. The kids deserve more.”

“Listen to me.” Carolyn grabbed her friend’s shoulders and gave a gentle shake. “I’m not saying this because you’re my best friend. You’re a wonderful teacher. God has given you a very special gift. You can’t just throw it away.”

Amanda stood slump-shouldered, silent.

“No need to make any snap decisions. Why not just wait? See if Mr. Murray finds some money in the budget to get you help. Then you can decide, one way or another.” She gave Amanda another gentle shake, “Before you turn your entire world upside down.”

“But,” Amanda dared to voice one of her worst fears. “What if this is God trying to lead me somewhere else?”

Carolyn crossed both arms over her chest and tapped her foot. “So, maybe He is, but you can’t know for sure until you give it some time. Pray on it awhile. If God is directing you elsewhere, isn’t it best to wait and see His hand in things?”

Amanda knew Carolyn was right. Besides, she wasn’t one to usually make quick decisions or rush to judgment. “Okay,” she said, forcing an upbeat tone into her voice that she didn’t feel. “You made some good points. Least I can do is talk to Mr. Murray again.”

****

Tracy whistled a happy tune and took a seat behind the small cubical desk at the State’s Board of Education Building.

Don looked up from his computer, then sat back and pushed the desk chair a few inches back. “What are you so happy about?”

“I just had an interview with Milltown Elementary.”

“Oh, yeah?” Don raised his eyebrows and asked, “What position did you apply for?”

Tracy looked like a cat that just lapped up a bowl of cream. “They have an opening for a teacher’s assistant.”

“Hmm, you’d be good at that,” Don acknowledged.

“I hope so. I like working with kids.”

Don chuckled. “Since you have that goofy smile plastered all over your face, I take it things went well?”

“I think so.” Tracy reached for a pen out of the jar and began playing with the cap. “I’m looking forward to working with the real McCoy.”

Don threw his empty coffee cup in the trashcan next to his desk and asked, “What does that mean?”

“If I get this job, I’ll be working with kids, not just people who act like them.”

Don rolled his eyes, pretending he was insulted. “You kidding me? You’re the biggest kid I know.”

Tracy laughed. “Guess you got me there.”

“Seriously, I hope you do get this position.” Don leaned back in his chair and said, “You’ll be able to come back to work here by the end of June, right?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Well, good luck to you then. I wish I had the opportunity to leave here for a few months. It might help me get a little bit more perspective. All I see now is a mound of papers.”

“Speaking of which, I’ve got a lot of loose ends to tie up here if I do get offered that position. I’d need to start in August.”

“You will,” Don confidently said.

“I don’t know...” Tracy hesitantly admitted, “There could very easily be someone more qualified.”

Don shrugged off that possibility. “You have a good résumé. It’ll pull through for you. You’ll see.”

“I hope so,” Tracy said, picking up the pile of papers strewn across the desk. “I could use a little change of pace, too.”

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Teacher's Plans

Chapter Two

August

Despite being the end of the summer, a refreshing Vermont mountain breeze blew through the old farmhouse’s windows, making the white muslin curtains dance. Amanda found it hard to believe she had rented this converted one-bedroom apartment for four years now. She loved every nook and cranny from the wide pine-plank floorboards to the broad burgundy trim on the cream colored walls. Amanda sat curled up like a kitten in the window seat with a book. Every now and then, she’d look out at the beloved hills and sigh with pleasure. If only this sense of peace could last forever. She refused to think about the future, for fear it would shatter this delicate web of contentment.

The phone rang. She set aside her book and reached for it. “Hello, Amanda speaking.”

“Hello, Amanda. This is Michael Murray.”

“Oh, hi.” Out of habit, she tucked a wave of hair behind her ear.

“Good news.” Mr. Murray’s voice boomed over the line. “The school board has hired Tracy Atkins to be your assistant.”

Amanda almost jumped out of her seat. “Really? But the budget…?”

Mr. Murray chuckled. “Sometimes, things do work out. Tracy will start work during the teacher’s inservice.”

Amanda contained the whoop she was dying to shout. “Thank you so much, Mr. Murray, for everything. Wow, I can only imagine what it will be like to work with an assistant.”

Mr. Murray chuckled. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will,” Amanda readily agreed.

“I’ll be in your school myself for part of the inservice, so I’ll see you then.”

“Great. Thanks for the call.” Her mind swam and she couldn’t wait to tell Carolyn.

Mr. Murray’s voice cut into her musing. “You’re welcome. Have a great day, Amanda.”

“You, too.” Amanda placed the phone back on its cradle. Thank you, Lord, that You are in control and You didn’t desert me and You never will. Thank You, too, that the administration finally sees the need for help in my class. Now I know this is where You want me to be. In Christ’s name, Amen.

****

The following week, Amanda sat behind the desk staring at her calendar as Carolyn breezed through the doorway. “Hey, Amanda, whatcha up to? Getting ready for the inservice?”

“I’m trying to figure out how to work the next few days. Can you believe there are only three more days before school starts?”

“I haven’t quite figured out how this happens, but I’m convinced the summer gets shorter every year.”

Amanda laughed. “But you wouldn’t want it any other way, would you? Life just isn’t the same without the kids.”

“That sounds familiar.” Carolyn said with at grin. “Say, when is your assistant arriving?”

Amanda looked at her watch. “She should be here in about half an hour. I’m trying to plan how we will divide the tasks before she arrives.”

“Don’t forget to introduce me. “

“Sure thing. I’ll bring her by as soon as I can.”

“Sounds good.”

Amanda turned back and worked almost ten minutes longer on her plans. However, she found it hard to sit still. “I give up!” she exclaimed in disgust as she walked over to the window and glanced out. The car pulling into the lot looked familiar.

She tried to remember where she had seen it before and like a lightning bolt, it clicked. Amanda ran out of her classroom to Carolyn’s room next door. “Carolyn, look out the window, that gray car is exactly like the one at the Superintendent’s building that made me look like a drowned rat. Do you remember me telling you about that?”

Carolyn rose from her seat to look out the window. “Sure. Which one is it?” As Amanda pointed out the window to the car, a tall, distinguished-looking man wearing dark sunglasses, a navy polo shirt and tan pants got out. As they watched him emerge, he turned and faced their way. He walked toward the school with long purposeful strides. His dark, wavy hair and broad shoulders were striking. Carolyn let out a whistle. “I don’t think I would care if he splashed me. Who is that guy?”

Amanda looked him up and down from his shiny shoes to his dark hair and thought, typical yuppie . Again, she had that vague feeling, even seeing him from the distance, she had seen him somewhere before.

“You kidding?” She glanced at Carolyn and complained, “Just looking at him makes me feel frumpy. He’s...well, so put together. That is so …not…” throwing her hands up, “not life!”

“Umm...” Carolyn murmured as she continued staring out the window.

Amanda pulled at her worn denim shirt with spots of paint on it as she walked away from the window. “Who cares? I’m going to clear my head. Wanna grab a soda? I still have ten or fifteen minutes before my assistant should arrive.”

At the word soda, Carolyn finally looked away from the window. She grinned and sheepishly muttered, “Sure, but I, um…didn’t quite catch everything you said. I was kind of...ahh, preoccupied.” She walked toward Amanda and added, “But, I did hear the soda part and I’d love one. Then I think I’ll be off on a mission. I’m going to find out who our mystery man is.” She grabbed Amanda’s arm as they headed out the door.

After her quick break with Carolyn, Amanda sat at her desk, feeling refreshed. She quickly became engrossed in her teacher’s plans. As she tapped the pencil on her planning book, she thought about her first week and what she desired to accomplish.

“Miss Manning?”

Amanda startled at the deep voice, which called her name and jumped in surprise. Her eyes locked into a deep blue gaze and she could feel her heart slam against her chest wall. She knew those eyes; how could she forget? He was the guy from the ice cream store who had Wilma tied in knots.

Amanda tried not to let her chin drop as she swallowed hard. “Can I help you?”

“I hope so. Are you Amanda Manning?”

“Yes, I am.” Amanda answered as she tried to figure out what he could possibly be doing in her classroom.

Holding his hand out to her, he said, “Great. I’m Tracy Atkins.”

Amanda reached out to shake his hand when his words hit her full force. She withdrew her hand like she just touched fire and squeaked, “You’re who?”

“I’m your new assistant. The principal said to meet you here.”

Silence engulfed the room. Tracy shifted his weight to one hip looking slightly uncomfortable for the first time. “He said you would be expecting me.”

Amanda tried to cover up her shock. “Um, right…it’s just…” You’re a man—not just any man—a drop dead gorgeous man! She felt like she was drowning with no way out; she needed time to gather her wits. “Were you by any chance at an interview in the Board of Education building on June 13th?”

Tracy, clearly puzzled, answered good-naturedly, “Yes, I believe I was.”

“Did you drive a gray car to that interview?”

Wearing a puzzled expression, Tracy hesitantly replied, “Well, I would think so. It’s the only car I have.”

Now more flustered than ever, Amanda plopped down in the chair behind the desk, Great. This line of thought isn’t helping me to pull myself together one bit. Amanda murmured, “I believe we’ve already met.”

“I thought so, too.” He said with a dazzling smile. “You work at the ice cream shop, right?”

Amanda wondered just what else he remembered about that visit and felt herself blush to her hair roots. Of all the people in the world who could be hired for this position… God, this isn’t funny! Help me to handle this situation. She lifted her prayer and then tried to take a deep steadying breath, but wound up coughing instead. Finally she said, “Yes, I work there over the summer, but I was actually referring to something else. You see, I was also at the Board of Education building on the thirteenth, rushing to get inside when your car sprayed me with mud.”

It was his turn to look shocked. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

As Tracy watched her, Amanda wondered if his blue eyes could see right into her soul. She felt like she was socked in the gut and the wind was knocked out of her. She tried to wave it away. “I figured as much.” Confession is good for the soul. At least that’s what her mom always said. She stood up, put her hands on the desk, and took a deep, cleansing breath. “Now it’s my turn to extend an apology to you. I was expecting a woman for my assistant. You took me by surprise, and then to find out you’re the mysterious owner of the gray car…”

Tracy laughed. “I think my first impression of you was correct after all.”

“And what was that?” Amanda inquired with raised eyebrows.

“Ah, being the gentleman that I am, I’d rather keep my thoughts to myself, lest you think I’m prone to flirting…”and with a serious face, Tracy added, “which, in case you’re wondering, I am not.”

Amanda felt her face grow warm again. “Anyway, does that mean I’m forgiven?”

“Of course.” Tracy took a tentative step toward her chair and offered her his hand once again in a most gallant way. “Perhaps,” he suggested, “we could start all over?”

“Good idea,” Amanda agreed as she held her hand out.

Clasping her hand in a firm handshake, he said with laughing eyes, “Miss Manning?”

Tracy’s fun loving nature was contagious. She smiled and stood up, “Yes, can I help you?”

“Hello, I’m Tracy Atkins, your new assistant.”

“Mr. Atkins, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” They stood still, gazing into each other’s eyes for a moment before Amanda took her hand away and forced air into her lungs. Trying to maintain her professionalism, she added, “I’ve been looking forward to having an assistant.”

“Ah, but the pleasure is really all mine. And, please, call me Tracy.”

“Feel free to call me Amanda.”

“Amanda.” Tracy nodded as he said her name.

Why, oh why did her heart race like she’d just run a marathon? Taking a step back from the desk she said, “Right…Tracy, now that that’s settled, let’s say we get down to work. If nothing else, this should be a very interesting school year in more ways than one. I have a feeling you’re going to keep me on my toes.”

Carolyn came rushing in the door. “Amanda, you’ll never guess what…” She stopped short as she came face-to-face with Tracy. Her mouth hung open for a second before she snapped it shut. “Oh, maybe you would…” her voice trailed off.

Amanda could guess what Carolyn was about to say. “My assistant arrived?” For the first time Amanda could remember, Carolyn was tongue-tied. Amanda snickered to herself and then introduced them. “Tracy Atkins, please meet my very best friend, Carolyn Wick.”

Tracy held out his hand to her. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Carolyn took his outstretched hand. “Likewise.”

“Do you teach here as well?”

“Yes, I’m right next door. I teach second grade.” Continuing to pump his hand up and down, she said, “If you ever need anything, just let me know.”

“Thanks. I’ll remember that.”

Carolyn smiled up at him as the second hand ticked by on the clock for the span of several moments.

Tracy cleared his throat. “Um, could I possibly have my hand back?”

“Hum? Oh…I’m sorry.” Carolyn let go of his hand as if it were a hot potato. She turned to Amanda and asked, “How late are you working?”

“I was thinking of leaving about 2:30-ish. How about you?”

“I should be done by then, too. Would you like to go grab a snack with me after work?”

Amanda knew exactly what Carolyn was up to. She wanted to talk about the school’s newest employee. She hid a grin. “That would be fine.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.” Turning to Tracy before she left, she said, “Don’t let her work you too hard.”

****

Carolyn sat with her elbows propped up on the table listening to Amanda. Carolyn cut her off by asking, “Well, what did you do?”

“What did I do? I just stared at him for a while. He was supposed to be a she . I had no clue Tracy was a man.”

Carolyn bit her lip. “This could be pretty romantic, you know.”

Amanda blew the steam off her coffee, choosing to ignore Carolyn’s remark. “Then, as I tried to collect myself, I started asking him about his car. And by that point, I needed to apologize to him. First, I stare and then I don’t say anything at all, only to turn around and insinuate that he doesn’t know how to drive.”

“Hmm. Not a good move.”

“Whatever.” Amanda sighed. “We’re just going to do our best to work together for our students.”

“Well, gee, you don’t need to sound like a martyr or anything.”

Amanda laughed and let the subject drop. “How about you? How was your day?”

“Not nearly as exciting as yours!”

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Three

September

The first day of school arrived and Amanda greeted Tracy in the teachers’ lounge. “So, think you’re ready?” Amanda asked.

“I sure am.” Pitching his coffee cup in the trash, he added, “I have to check on something real quick, though.” He flashed her one of his bright smiles and said, “I’ll meet you in the classroom.”

As he walked away, Carolyn turned to Amanda with a dreamy look in her eyes. “What I wouldn’t do to have him in my class every day.”

“Oh, come on,” Amanda laughed. “I thought we went over this all ready. I needed an assistant. As long as we can work well together, it doesn’t matter what his gender is.”

“Well, not only was the wish for a good assistant fulfilled in him, but maybe some other wishes, too.” She raised her eyebrows up and down. “You know, like a boyfriend?”

Amanda’s coffee managed to go down the wrong pipe at that suggestion. She coughed and sputtered before she finally managed, “Not again. Look, Carolyn, it’s not like that. We work together. That’s all.” A boyfriend, dating...that was the last thing she wanted to think about.

However, her mind seemed to have a will of its own. She recalled the one serious relationship she had in college. What a mess that turned into. Not to mention the fact she had grown up in a home, where her parents fought almost daily. She’ll never forget the day her mother said, “Marriage was made in heaven. The only problem is we live here on earth.” No, thank you. She learned the hard way that the Cinderella dream was only for fairytales. A bleak future stood before her, along with the reality that there would never be a Prince Charming for her. The only question is why did it bother her more now than ever? She shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts. “It’s no good to fraternize with the help, you know. From the time we’ve had our first jobs, that’s been drilled into our heads.” Amanda shuddered at the thought. “And I’ve seen enough fall-out between co-workers to know better. Besides that, there’s sexual harassment policies in place to safe guard employees, especially since I’ll be his superior.”

Carolyn’s face lit up. “So you mean he’s fair game? After all, I’m not out to harass the man. I’d just like to show him a little of my interest.”

Amanda sighed as she walked to the door. She called over her shoulder, “If it doesn’t bother your conscience, go for it.”

****

Tracy stood at the door waiting for their morning students as they came in from the buses. He couldn’t take his eyes off Amanda. Tall and willowy, from the tips of her brown loafers to the sharp creases in her ironed cotton blouse, she was the epitome of a professional schoolteacher. Soft blond tendrils framed her beautiful face. Her hazel eyes held a sparkle in their depths, showing her students that she cared for them. Tracy sighed as he remembered the crush he’d had on his first grade teacher. His heart went out to each and every boy she had in her class for there was no doubt about it, she would be a heart breaker.

The first busload of students arrived and he leaned up against the door jam while Amanda received several hugs from excited children wanting to tell her about their summer vacations. One boy dressed in new red shirt, dark jeans, and spotless white sneakers, was especially rambunctious and loud, jumping from one foot to the other.

Amanda smiled at him lovingly and placed her hand on his shoulder. “I am looking forward to hearing all about your summer, Sam, but before you tell me, I’d like all of you to draw a picture about your vacation so you can share it with the whole class in a little while.”

She pointed to a table piled with crayons and a variety of colored papers. “Everything you’ll need is right there. Why don’t you get started while we wait for the rest of the class to arrive?”

The students’ attention was momentarily focused on the drawings. Tracy smiled and stood closer to her and whispered, “Looks like they’re going to keep us busy. They seem to have a lot of energy.”

Amanda glanced over at the group and chuckled, “You haven’t seen anything yet. Wait till you meet the afternoon session.” Tracy pulled at the front of his collar and grimaced.

“Oh, it’s not that bad.” Amanda continued. “Actually, we have a great group of kids. I love every one of them, but it’s not always the easiest job in the world. Then again, as I learned this summer, I wouldn’t want to trade it for another.”

Tracy’s brow wrinkled in puzzlement. What did she mean? He would have asked, but before he had the chance, the bell rang.

Amanda clapped her hands five times and the children repeated the sound pattern. She gave a big smile to the class. “Great. I see my returning students haven’t forgotten everything from last year.” The students laughed.

“And for those of you who are new to the school this year, when I need your attention, I’ll clap my hands in a pattern and you try to clap it back to me. That way I know you’re listening and ready for directions. Now, let’s go have a seat on the floor by the easel.” Amanda motioned for Tracy to join her.

Funny, his throat felt dry. Why would he be nervous? It’s just a group of kids after all. Or was it his desire to make a good impression not only on the students, but on their teacher as well? He swallowed his apprehensions and tried to smile as Amanda said, “This is Mr. Atkins. He will be one of your teachers this year.”

Allie’s hand shot up.

“Yes, Allie?”

“Why won’t you be our teacher again, Miss Manning?”

“Oh, I’m not leaving.” Amanda quickly reassured her. “We’re going to work together.”

Allie glanced at Tracy and then sat on the floor next to Michael. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide like saucers and she blurted out, “You’re married?”

Tracy tried hard to follow the little girl’s logic, but it was clearly a case of feminine thinking.

Amanda coughed to cover up her chuckle. Tracy noticed she didn’t dare look his way. “No, Allie, we are not married. In fact, we just met each other last week.”

“Oh.” She said, looking slightly displeased.

Amanda was about ready to turn things over to Tracy when Allie asked, “Are you going to get married then?”

Tracy admired the way Amanda maintained a neutral expression. “Allie, we have no plans to get married. We’re both your teachers this year.”

Allie puffed out her cheeks in disappointment.

Amanda took a deep breath and turned to Tracy. “Mr. Atkins, before we begin our morning greeting, I was wondering if you could tell the students a little bit about yourself?”

“I’d be happy too.” Tracy took a seat on the floor next to Abigail, who had Down Syndrome. He felt especially tall sitting next to the small girl dressed in pink from her hair ribbons to her lace-trimmed socks. “Let’s see. As you already heard, my name is Mr. Atkins. I am six feet and two inches tall. I have a dog named Pepper that loves to play fetch. My favorite color is orange and um…I like to eat at any fast food place.”

The students cheered. “But most importantly, I’m glad I could be here today and meet you.” Tracy glanced at Amanda.

Amanda took that as her cue to speak. “For our greeting today, let’s give our neighbor a high-five. Remember to look at the person you are speaking to.” Demonstrating, she turned to her right and said, “Good morning, Michael.”

Their hands connected mid-air as he replied, “Good morning, Miss Manning.”

The class was finishing their morning greeting when the principal came in with one of their new students. He was a small boy, wearing a shabby old shirt frayed at the elbows, with one button missing and worn faded blue jeans with a hole in the knee. Tracy jumped to his feet to meet them at the door as the principal said, “This is a new student for your class. His name is Joey Gilmore.”

Tracy took the papers the principal handed him, and tucked them under his arm. He made eye contact with Joey for a quick second before Joey fixed his gaze on the carpet. Tracy knelt down in front of the boy who looked to be about eight or nine. “Hi Joey. I’m glad you’re here.”

Amanda joined them and addressed the principal. “Thank you for bringing him to our class. Joey, my name is Miss Manning. And this…” pointing to Tracy, “is Mr. Atkins. Why don’t you come over and join our circle? We’re just getting started.” Her bright smile went unnoticed; Joey wouldn’t look up from the floor.

Tracy’s heart went out to him as he remembered what it felt like to be a new student. He handed Joey’s paperwork to Amanda and then stood up. “I bet Miss Manning has a lot of fun things planned for today. Come on. Let’s join them.” Tracy took Joey’s hand and led him over to one of the colored floor mats.

****

The school day held nothing on Superman. It flew by. Amanda tidied her desk and asked, “So, what did you think about your first day?”

Tracy ran his hands through his hair. “I’m wiped!” Amanda couldn’t help but grin as he continued, “But it was great. Some of these kids are real cards.”

“Yup.” She agreed as she straightened up the mats.

Tracy began helping with clean-up. “I liked the way you’re able to hold the students’ attention. I think I’m going to learn a lot from you.”

Amanda brushed the compliment away like a pesky fly. “Just as I am sure I’ll learn a thing or two from you.” She began to write the morning message on the flip chart for the following day.

Tracy watched her for a minute and then asked, “Earlier, you said something about what you learned this summer…”

“Hmm?” Amanda stopped writing, “Oh, it’s a bit of a long story.”

Tracy said softly, “I’m in no hurry.”

Amanda teasingly grimaced. “Oh no, I’ve known you for less than two weeks, but I think I’ve got another Carolyn on my hands.”

“Well, since you did say she is your best friend,” Tracy shrugged his shoulder, “That can’t be all bad.”

Amanda put her hands on her hips. “All right…all right. I can see you’re not going to let this drop.”

“Nope.”

Amanda told Tracy about her doubts concerning teaching this year and the struggle she had. She concluded with, “Carolyn’s pretty amazing. If it weren’t for her, I don’t think I’d be here now.”

“I’m glad she was able to convince you to stay. For the sake of the students, if nothing else.”

“You know what?” Amanda tipped her head to the side. “I am, too. I’m sure there are other teachers who could do just as well with these students, but I’d miss them something fierce.” As a side thought, she added, “It also helps to have you here.”

“I’m not sure I’d agree anyone could do what you’ve done. You have a special rapport with these kids and to them; you’re a one-of-a-kind.” He kept the conversation light by adding, “Not only that, but then,” he gave her a cheeky smile, “we may never have met.”

Amanda rolled her eyes to downplay how much his compliments meant to her. What would happen if he really knew how much she appreciated his confidence in her? She wasn’t willing to take the risk to find out. “Hey, I thought you told me when we first met that you don’t flirt.”

Tracy looked surprised for a moment. “You’re right.” Then he laughed. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

****

Three days into school, Amanda looked at the small group gathered in a corner of her room for reading. She watched Tracy sit down and gently begin talking. Joey, still painfully shy, sat forlornly looking at his tattered sneakers.

Sighing she prayed, Lord, Tracy and I have both been trying to include Joey with the class, but it’s all to no avail. Father, if this goes on much longer, it will affect his learning for the rest of the year. I pray that You would give me the wisdom I need. Amanda tried to remember what she had read in his Individual Educational Plan they received from his former school. Only one thing stood out clearly in her mind. He had been diagnosed with a social/emotional disorder. She continued to pray, Every time I try to talk to him he looks as if he’d like the floor to swallow him up. The last thing I want to do is make him more uncomfortable than he already is.

“Miss Manning, can I go to the bathroom?” Amanda’s attention was drawn to Gregory as he stood in front of her, jumping from one foot to the other.

“May I,” she gently reminded him. “And yes, you may, Gregory. Please go quickly though. The bell is going to ring in a few seconds.”

As Gregory walked away, her thoughts drifted back to Joey. Amanda made a mental note to talk with Tracy about him after school. Perhaps together they could think of some goals that would help Joey before they met with the Child Study Team.

Ding. The class bell rang, loud and clear, signaling the end of morning session.

“Okay, class, that’s it for this morning.” She gave her students a bright smile. “Please put your things into your cubbies and then line up.” The room became chaotic as the children emptied their seats. Joey was the last one to line up. Again.

Tracy walked up to Amanda from the back of the class. Softly, so only she could hear, he said, “I’m a little concerned about him.”

“Joey?”

Tracy nodded.

“Humm. I have a few things to tidy up here. Tracy, would you mind taking the students to the lunchroom and then meeting me back here to talk a little before the afternoon session begins?”

“Sure, that wouldn’t be a problem.”

Turning to the students, Amanda said, “Have a great lunch.”

While Tracy escorted the children to the lunchroom, she went to her desk and picked up a pad of paper and pencil. She jotted down a few notes about Joey as things popped into her mind. Within a couple of minutes, Tracy walked back through the door. His broad shoulders filled the doorframe and Amanda’s heart gave a little lurch. Why does he have to be so handsome? She cleared her throat. If only she could clear her head as easily. “I was just thinking we need to get our study team together as soon as possible and work on these transfer records.” She offered him a seat by waving her hand. “Do you have any ideas on what we could implement on his IEP to help him?”

Tracy thought for a moment. “We need a starting point, some common ground.”

“I agree. I’ve been trying all different ways to get Joey to warm up to me, but I must not be too persuasive.”

Tracy’s sense of humor popped to the surface. “Oh, I don’t know. You seem very charming to me.”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Okay, mister. That’s enough of that.” Amanda folded her arms across her chest. Tracy held up his hands in mock surrender and remained silent.

Peering at Tracy, Amanda said, “By the way, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I’ve watched you with the children.” Tracy’s eyebrows shot up. “I saw you calm Eric down when he had a bloody nose today, which, I must say, is no small feat! I’m really impressed with the way you interact and relate with each of them.”

“See what I mean about your charming personality.” He continued with a twinkle in his eyes, “You go straight to my heart.” He dramatically placed his hand over his chest.

“Hey, cut it out,” she said with a grin. “Do I have to put up with this all year? Can’t you be serious here for two minutes?”

“On both accounts all I can say is, I’ll do my best.” Returning to the subject at hand, he looked out the window to watch the children on the playground. “I need to read through his records. Do you know anything of Joey’s background?”

Amanda shook her head. “Not really. Just that he’s new to the area, but it’s clear to me, we really need to work on this right away. I think we should ask his counselor to meet with us tomorrow. I bet Janice, the classroom teacher he sees later in the day, would be interested in helping us, too.”

“That’s a great start. Let me take care of those details before I leave today. I’ll stop by the office and pick up his old records so we can read them tonight. Hopefully, that will give us a little more direction for our meeting with Terri and Janice.”

Tracy scooted his chair closer to Amanda. “Can we jump back to our earlier conversation for a minute?”

“What conversation is that?” Amanda’s palms grew moist at his nearness. He was so close she could smell his spicy, clean after-shave.

With impeccable timing, Carolyn stood in the doorway and cleared her throat. “I’m not interrupting anything important, am I?”

Amanda stood and took a few steps away from Tracy. “No, no. Not really. Come on in.” Thankful for the distraction, Amanda waved her in with her hand. “We were talking about one of the students.”

“Great. In that case, could I talk to you for a minute, Tracy?”

“Sure. Be right there.” Tracy, continuing to look at Amanda and as if they had never been interrupted, said, “I’m glad I have the opportunity to work as your assistant.”

Amanda felt her face grow warm. “Oh, well, thanks. Like you said earlier, I try to do my best.” She incorporated her friend, “Right, Carolyn?”

“Yep. That’s Amanda.” Carolyn looked into Tracy’s handsome face and changed the subject. “Our church is having a special night for our College and Career group tomorrow. I was wondering if you’d like to go.” Tracy hesitated and she quickly added, “Amanda and I are in charge of refreshments, so you’ll know at least the two of us.”

A wave of panic washed over Amanda. Seeing Tracy in the classroom was one thing, but having him involved in personal areas of her life was another matter. Church was definitely one of those areas! She opened her mouth to stop Carolyn and then snapped it shut. She didn’t know what to say. Carolyn put her arm around Tracy’s elbow and walked him to the door.

Trying to minimize the “get-together”, Amanda raised her voice to follow them to the door. “It’s really not that big of a deal. Besides, maybe he’s not into that kind of thing.”

Tracy looked from one to the other. “I think I’d like to give it a try.” He reached for the door handle and added, “I’ve been wanting to get to know some more folks from this area.” Amanda felt like a wilted flower as she ungracefully plopped into her desk chair.

“Great!” Carolyn beamed. “I’ll pick you up at five then,” she said as they walked out the door together.

Amanda didn’t hear Tracy’s response. She grabbed her lunch bag and murmured under her breath, “I have the sinking feeling I’m going to be in for a long night tomorrow.”

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Four

Mid-September

Amanda turned away from the door where Carolyn and Tracy entered and tried to concentrate on the fruit basket she was assembling. It didn’t escape her notice how Carolyn hung onto Tracy’s arm as she introduced him around. Not only that, but one look told Amanda Carolyn spent more time on her appearance than she usually did in a month. She couldn’t remember the last time Carolyn curled her hair, let alone wear a bright shade of lipstick. All at once, the slight headache she arrived with began to ache in earnest as her thoughts protested. I knew this wasn’t a good idea. Carolyn’s supposed to be here helping me with the refreshments. But there she is…

She picked up another piece of fruit. She was so intent on the arrangement and engrossed in her thoughts that she jumped when Tracy, who stood behind her, softly said, “Hello. You look nice tonight.”

“Oh.” Amanda almost dropped the piece of fruit she was trying to balance. “Excuse me?”

Tracy’s eyes seemed to laugh at her. He whispered, “I have the feeling you heard me, but I can repeat how nice you look again, if you’d like.”

Ignoring his comment she licked her lips. Boy, speaking of looking good, he looked dapper in his crisp jeans and leather docksiders. Now why did she notice a silly little detail like what shoes he wore? It only accentuated the realization that she noticed a lot about a man she refused to be interested in as more than a co-worker. Upset with her wandering thoughts, she blurted, “You really didn’t need to come tonight.”

Tracy’s eyebrows rose a notch as Amanda continued, “I mean, church might not be your type of thing and… Why didn’t you just tell Carolyn no?” Amanda grabbed another piece of fruit to put on top of the already too full basket.

Tracy took the fruit from her hands, turning her toward him. “I didn’t tell her no because I wanted to come.” Tracy held her gaze for a moment before saying, “And as far as church is concerned, it is ‘my type of thing’ since I gave my heart and life to Jesus about six years ago.”

Amanda felt some of the walls around her heart start to slip. She swallowed hard as she absorbed his words. Hadn’t she realized on more than one occasion that there was something different about him? Some sort of special quality radiated from him and made him even more attractive to her than his handsome appearance.

Completely embarrassed with her rude comments, she shuffled her feet. “I’m sorry. I owe you an apology. That didn’t come out quite right. It’s just…” She tried to find the right words to tell Tracy how she felt, but nothing came to mind. Her head pounded and she raised her hands. “Oh, I don’t know.”

Before he could respond, Carolyn came up to his side with a few more friends she wanted to introduce. “Hey guys, this is Tracy Atkins.”

Amanda wasn’t about to miss out on this opportunity to slip out unnoticed for some much needed time to think. She went into the kitchen to finish getting the refreshments ready. Things are getting more out of control by the minute in this cobweb brain of mine. Lord, I think I’m becoming attracted to Tracy, but I don’t want to be. Help! The sudden ‘fight or flight’ urge took hold of her—and without a shadow of a doubt, she knew she wasn’t up to fighting, but leaving sounded like a mighty good choice.

Amanda came back through the kitchen doors and walked toward a group of friends, which included Carolyn. After catching Carolyn’s attention, Amanda gestured for her to follow. Without hesitation, Carolyn left the group.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Amanda said, “Carolyn, I’m going to scoot out of here. Can you handle the refreshments by yourself?”

Amanda watched Carolyn’s smile fade before she said, “I guess so, but, why? You’re going to miss all the fun.”

“I’ve got a splitting headache, and to be honest, I’m really not good company tonight. If and when this headache lets up, I’d like to get started on some things for the school’s Open House.”

“That’s still a few weeks away.”

Amanda tried to give her the ‘determined look.’ It must have worked because Carolyn finally said, “Well, okay. Do you want me to drive you home?”

Amanda smiled, “No, thanks.”

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Carolyn studied her for a minute. “You look a little funny.”

“I’ll be fine.” Turning toward the rest of the group, she said, “I’m not feeling well so I’m going to call it a night. I’ll see you all on Sunday.”

Amanda gave a quick wave and started toward the door. Just as she was about to open it, an arm reached out and stopped her. She looked up and found Tracy with a puzzled expression.

“You okay?”

No! She felt like screaming. All she wanted to do by this point was to get home as quickly as possible. She pasted on what she hoped resembled a smile and said, “I’ve got a nasty headache. Besides, I need to work on some Open House stuff.”

“Well, maybe we could do it together. I could always meet the rest of the group another time.”

Amanda’s breath grew shallow. “No,” she squeaked out. Trying again, she said, “I’m not sure how long my headache will last. Anyway, I’ve been doing theses Open House preparations for years. It’s no big deal. You stay and enjoy the group. I’ll see you at work.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure, but thanks for offering.” With that, she walked out the door.

A sense of uneasiness seemed to settle over Amanda as she drove home. Lord, what’s wrong with me? I used to be so levelheaded; now after meeting Tracy less than a month ago, I feel like I’m on an emotional roller coaster—and You know how much I hate them! She let herself into her apartment, headed straight for the galley kitchen, grabbed two aspirin and a glass of water, before dragging herself to the living room.

Even the beloved old farmhouse did nothing to perk her up. Amanda plopped on the floral couch and rested her head on the back. She grimaced as the shrill sound of the phone pierced the air. After four rings, she realized her answering machine was off. She sighed heavily and got off the couch. “Hello?”

“Hi, honey.” Amanda’s mom said. “How are you doing?”

Amanda put her hand over her eyes. Oh, why wasn’t the answering machine on? The last thing she was up to was the thousand-question riot act. “Well, I can’t say this has been the best day of my life.”

“Why, what’s wrong?”

Ah, now wasn’t that the question of the day? “I’m all right, Mom. How about you and Dad?”

Thankfully, her mom didn’t challenge her. Instead, she said, “Oh, you know us. Busy, busy, and busy. Your father has had a lot of meetings lately. He might even need to go to Florida later in the year. I’m thinking about joining him.”

“That would be good. You always like to travel.”

“Yes, I know. It’s just…as foolish as this sounds, I hate to leave you and your brother.”

Here we go again, Amanda massaged the top of her nose between her thumb and middle finger . “Mom, don’t worry about us. We’re both adults with our own places. We’ll be fine.”

“Just you wait, dear. One day you will have children of your own and you will know all the worries a mother carries on her shoulders.”

“I’m not going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole. Speaking of worries, I’ve got what you would call a worrisome headache, so I’m going to go rest a little.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Well, when you get up, if you need to talk about whatever is bothering you, just give me a ring.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Amanda hung up the phone and headed back to the couch. She lay still for a few minutes trying to clear her head. After awhile, her gaze settled on the Bible resting on the coffee table. Picking it up, she randomly leafed through it.

The Bible opened to Proverbs, chapter eleven and she began to read the first three verses, “The Lord abhors dishonest scales, but accurate weights are his delight. When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom. The integrity of the upright guides them, but the unfaithful is destroyed by their duplicity.”

Laying her Bible on her lap she looked up and prayed, Lord, I know that You love honesty. However, I’m not so sure I want to be honest with myself concerning my feelings for Tracy. I really am happy being single. I have my own place, my own routine, and no one person to answer to. I don’t want to be tied down, to struggle the way Mom and Dad do. But Lord, I really do want, no need, Your wisdom concerning Tracy.

Thinking about the evening, she got up from the couch and put some water on to boil. She began pacing again in her small kitchen. Even with all my questions and feelings, it doesn’t give me the right to compromise my witness for You, Lord. And my actions at church tonight…I was quite rude.

She sat on the couch once again and prayed, Help me control my emotions and not let them control me. Scooping up her Bible again she looked down at the words. Lord, thank you for Your unending patience with me. Help me be the woman You desire me to be. She settled down more comfortably on the couch. Thank you, that You know and control the future. Help me not to become so concerned and wrapped up in Tracy that he consumes my every waking thought. May I just follow where You lead. Amen.

As the aspirin started to take effect, her headache began to subside. She drifted off to sleep for a little while. When she awoke, she picked up her Open House notes that were on the coffee table. Amanda knew what she needed to do. For the sake of the children, she was determined she would try to work as a team player with Tracy . Lord, I need to put aside my personal feelings and focus on our students. It’s pretty amazing when I stop to think about it. You’ve given me an assistant who believes in You. Together, we should be able to do a lot. Once again, I hand over the reins to You Lord. Help Tracy and me accomplish what You desire in the lives of these students. Smiling she prayed, And Lord, do you think you could tuck in those reins so they’re not so easy to grab back?

Before she could chicken out, she dug out the old file Mr. Murray had given to her in August and found Tracy’s phone number. Mumbling to herself all the while, “I know he won’t be home now, but hopefully he has an answering machine.”

After a few rings, she heard Tracy answer. “Hello?”

Amanda’s mind went blank. She stuttered, “Oh, ahh…hi, Tracy. I didn’t expect you to be home yet.”

“Hi, yourself.” The pleasure in Tracy’s voice was evident and Amanda enjoyed the warm feeling spreading through her. “I left a little early. And I’m glad I did or I would have missed this pleasant surprise.”

“Oh.” As the moments ticked by and the silence grew heavy, Amanda felt like kicking herself. Why did she suddenly feel tongue-tied? She felt more like a schoolgirl than a teacher.

Finally, Tracy asked, “How’s your headache?”

“Um, it’s much better thanks.” Amanda hesitated for a moment. Focus, focus… ”I really need to apologize for my behavior earlier. I know I acted like a bear. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course,” Tracy replied generously.

Amanda tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and then blurted, “I’ve been thinking about your offer to help me with this Open House stuff.”

“My offer still stands. I’d be happy to help you.”

“Thanks, I’m going to take you up on that. I’m sure you’d have a fresh perspective and some valuable input.”

“Well, I’m not so sure about all that.” He added, “But I’d love to help. When would you like to meet?”

“Do you think we could work on it after our staff meeting for Joey tomorrow?”

“Sure. That will give me a little while to think.” Tracy paused and then added, “Thanks, Amanda.”

“For what?”

“For inviting me to work on this with you. I know you’re used to being some what of a lone-ranger.”

“It’s a little bit different.” Amanda conceded. “But after all, I was the one who asked for an assistant, right?”

Tracy laughed. “Yes, I guess you did. So, you better get your money’s worth and let me give you a hand.”

Not wanting to hang up quite yet, Amanda asked, “So, what did you think of our church?”

“I had a great time.” Tracy said enthusiastically. “The people were all very friendly and welcoming.”

“That they are,” Amanda admitted.

“I think I’d like to see what the worship service is like on Sunday.”

Amanda felt butterflies dance in her stomach at the thought. “Well then, perhaps I’ll see you on Sunday morning, too.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Tracy softly asked, “Would you?”

Amanda was thankful Tracy couldn’t see her because she felt herself blush. “You might get sick of seeing me and Carolyn, you know.”

“I don’t think that is possible.”

Amanda looked at the clock on her wall. “Tracy, I didn’t realize it’s after ten.” Amanda wished she had looked at the clock before she called. “Sorry for calling so late.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I don’t usually hit the sack until ten-thirty or eleven. I’m glad you called, Amanda. Feel free, anytime.”

“Thanks again for being willing to help. Night, Tracy.”

“Good night, Amanda. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

How did he make work suddenly feel like a date?

****

Before she knew it, Sunday had arrived. Amanda perused through the bulletin when she felt Carolyn elbowing her in the side. “Hey, look who just walked in.”

She looked over her left shoulder and watched as Tracy came up the aisle and took a seat a few rows behind them. The sports coat and burgundy tie made him look better than ever.

“Don’t you think we should invite him to sit with us?” Carolyn whispered.

Amanda swallowed hard, “If you want to.”

That was all the encouragement Carolyn needed. She left her pew and walked over to Tracy. Amanda prayed as Carolyn left. Lord, I am here to worship You. Please help me stay focused on You.

“Hello, Amanda,” Tracy said as he slid into the pew next to her.

Amanda shuffled her things to make room for him. “Hi, Tracy. I’m glad you could make it.”

Giving her a warm smile, he said, “I am, too.”

As the prelude started, Amanda closed her eyes to absorb the music.

The Minister of Music’s voice could be heard above the chatter in the sanctuary. “Would you please stand and join me in singing number 234.”

There were only two books in the hymn rack in front of them. Tracy took a book, turned to the page and offered to share it with Amanda.

“Thanks,” she whispered. As she reached for the book, their hands brushed. Amanda felt a sense of excitement at his nearness. Focus…focus! She reprimanded herself.

Tracy’s smooth tenor voice filled the air as the congregation began to sing.

The whole service seemed to be a battle for Amanda’s attention. Tracy was sitting close enough that every once in awhile his shoulder would brush hers. As she stole a peek at him, she saw his attention was on the pastor and what he was saying. I wonder if Carolyn is having half as much trouble as I am.

****

“Did Tracy leave already?” Amanda asked Carolyn when she turned back from talking with Mrs. Jenkins and her daughter.

“He’s with Ben.”

“I got into a conversation with Sara and I didn’t see them go.” Amanda looked around to see if she could spot him.

“No problem. You’ll be seeing him soon because he’s coming over for lunch.”

“He is?” Amanda asked with wide eyes. “You mean, Tracy?”

“Yes, Tracy.” Carolyn put her hands on her hips as if waiting to see if Amanda would fuss or not.

Amanda wondered that herself. Should she change her former plans to eat at Carolyn’s? Running away is not going to solve anything. Finally, she shrugged and tried to say in a nonchalant manner, “At least Sam is coming. Tracy might feel awkward if he were the only guy.”

Carolyn picked up her Bible, the relief was evident in her brown eyed gaze. “I’m glad I asked him to come. He said he misses his family on Sundays.”

“He’s seems pretty close to his family,” Amanda admitted. “He mentions them quite a bit.”

“Another good quality.” Carolyn was quick to point out.

Amanda grinned, “I suppose that depends on what his family is like.”

“Guess you may have something there.” Carolyn pushed her purse further up her shoulder before it slipped down her purple silk sleeve. “You ready?”

“Yes. We better get going so we can have dinner ready on time. I’m starved.”

“You always are, Amanda.” With a scowl marring her face, Carolyn added, “What kills me though is that I’m the one whose physique wears it.”

“Carolyn, don’t even go there. You look fine.”

“Humph.” She grumbled as they went to shake the pastor’s hand before leaving church.

****

Vermont continued to amaze Tracy. It wasn’t like his home back in New Jersey where many similarly styled homes dominated an area. Here there was a variety. You could have a farmhouse with a gigantic barn while a neighbor has a contemporary house. Such was the case with Carolyn’s condo. It was gray and tidy with a black sloping roof. Dark green hedges boarded the front of the home.

Tracy rapped twice before he walked into the foyer and sniffed the air appreciatively. “Mmmmm. Is that ham I smell?”

“It is.” Carolyn grinned. “Come on in, make yourself at home.”

“Thanks.”

Carolyn brushed her hands on her beige corduroy pants. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Me, too.” As local custom dictated, Tracy took off his shoes before stepping further into the hall.

“I also have modern homemade bread straight from the bread machine.” Flippantly, she asked, “Would that happen to be the way to your heart?”

He laughed, “I guess it depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“On who fixed it.” He chuckled.

Whispering, Carolyn asked, “I don’t stand a chance, do I?”

Tracy looked at her for a full minute. He liked her, he really did but… “Carolyn, any man would be blessed to capture your heart.”

“Really?” she beamed.

“Definitely.” A little sheepishly, he added, “Too bad there’s a little lady who holds a piece of mine already.”

“Ah ha! I thought so.” She said triumphantly. “It’s Amanda isn’t it?”

Tracy shrugged his shoulders. “It could be, but I didn’t say so.”

“Why the secrecy?” she asked with a hand on her hip.

Just then Sam knocked and walked in the front door. “Oh, smells good in here. Is it ham today?”

“Yes, it is, and a lot of other good things,” Carolyn said before sending a look to Tracy that told him she would talk to him later.

Amanda joined them from the kitchen. “Hi, guys. Hungry?”

Sam turned to Tracy. “This is the place to be, man. Once a month Carolyn fills her oven with good things before she leaves for church, then she invites us over.”

Putting a hand on his stomach, Tracy said, “It kind of makes me wish she had told me that a month or so ago. I’ve think I’ve tried every single TV dinner entrée this past month and it’s not real impressive.”

Amanda laughed, “Well, come on in. The rest of the gang is in the kitchen.”

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Five

October

The fall sunset’s orange, pink, and purple hues caught Tracy’s eye as he looked out upon the school’s parking lot. He glanced back at Amanda. What a difference from the serene scene outside. Her usual calm, poised movements changed into quick, jerky actions. He grinned, “Nervous?”

“Not really.” Amanda rearranged the papers on her desk for the tenth time. “Well, perhaps a little,” she admitted. “I can’t help it. The open houses and parent-teacher conference appointments always make me feel a little jittery.”

“How many years did you say you have been doing this?” he chuckled.

“I don’t think it really matters how long. It’s just one of those things.”

“But why? You’re a great teacher and you know your students well.”

Amanda shrugged. “There’s always the chance you won’t be able to communicate well with the parents.” After a moments lapse of silence, she said, “Aren’t you even a little tense?”

“No reason for me to be.”

“Okay, Mr. Nerves of Steel, the Fenways made an appointment to talk to us before Open House officially starts.” She glanced at her watch. “They’re due to arrive in ten minutes. How about you take care of that?”

“Ah, but that’s one of the perks about being an assistant.” Tracy teased, “I’m not high up on the totem pole. So, I simply get to help.”

“Hum, some help!” Amanda bantered.

“Does it make you wish the tables were turned? Would you like me to be your boss?”

“Not on your life.” Tracy became distracted as Amanda pushed her hair behind her ear. That little habit of hers endeared her to him. He wondered if her hair felt like silk, for it certainly looked like it. What would she think if she knew the truth about him? Amanda’s voice broke through his thoughts, as she said with a chuckle, “I think we’re doing just fine this way.”

“Thought so.”

Amanda’s forehead wrinkled in puzzlement. “For some reason, I can’t envision you being a Teacher’s Assistant forever. What do you want to do in the future?”

“That’s a good question.” Tracy squirmed in his seat. If only he didn’t have to keep a lid on his plans. But, that was part of the understanding with his employer. He looked out the door, hoping the parents were arriving, but to no avail. He didn’t quite meet her eyes as he hedged, “I’m taking it one day at a time.”

“Well, one thing’s for sure, the children love you. Did you ever think of going back to school to get your teaching certificate?”

Tracy squirmed in his chair. “I haven’t considered that…”

“But, why?” Before he could answer Amanda’s question, the Fenways knocked on the door. Thank you. Lord! he sighed.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Amanda said over her shoulder as she walked to the door to greet Timmy’s parents.

****

The next day, Tracy stood by the classroom window watching Joey, who was outside for recess. His shoulders were slumped and his head drooped as he stared at the ground. A sense of urgency came upon Tracy and he knew he needed to find some way to help the little guy out. Suddenly, an idea began to take shape. He turned to Amanda. “Think you could spare me for a while?”

Amanda seemed to follow Tracy’s line of vision. “Sure. I’ll be fine here until the end of the period.”

“Great.” Tracy didn’t hesitate. Once outside, he grabbed a basketball and ran up to Joey standing alone on the court. “Hey there, buddy. Want to shoot some hoops with me?”

Joey’s head snapped up in sudden alertness. Just as quickly, he dropped his head back down again and shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t care.

Tracy read between the lines and threw him the ball. “Think fast.”

Joey’s hands went out automatically to catch it.

“Do you know how to play ‘Around The World?’ That was my favorite as a kid.”

Once again, Joey merely shrugged his shoulders.

“Let’s just shoot a few hoops today and maybe we’ll try that another time,” Tracy prodded.

Joey continued to stand there holding onto the ball.

“What do you say you go for that basket? If you make it, I’ll try to challenge you.”

Softly, in a squeaky voice that sounded like it hadn’t been used in ages, Joey said, “Guess so.” He dribbled the ball for a second, paused and then shot a clean sweep into the basket.

Joey looked at the ground as if nothing had happened, while Tracy felt his chin drop before he clamped it shut again. Well, would you look at that…it looks like I’m going to get a run for my money!

“Joey,” Tracy ran up to him and patted his shoulder. “That was great. I had no idea you were such a star player.”

A hint of a smile touched the corner of Joey’s mouth; the only small sign given that he was pleased. Slowly, he said, “Nothin’ much.”

“We’ll just see about that.” Tracy found himself a little rusty. Joey, however, loosened up by moving around the court freely. He still wouldn’t show any kind of emotion on his face and his words were few. However, at the end of the twenty-minute recess, Tracy felt like something had changed between him and Joey. It was definitely a beginning.

Hearing the bell, they both looked toward the school building. “That was a lot of fun. I can tell you’re going to give me a workout when we play one-on-one. Want to try it tomorrow?”

Joey started walking toward the door. “I don’t care.”

Taking that to mean ‘yes’ Tracy said, “Great. Same time, same place tomorrow.” He roughed up Joey’s hair and walked with him to the building.

****

A week later, the sun was shining and Tracy and Joey were back at it on the courts.

“Hey, Joey, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but look over there on the bench.” Tracy glanced over his shoulder and waved a friendly greeting to the boy sitting there. “Larry’s been watching us. Do you think we should ask him if he’d like to join us?”

Joey seemed to consider it for a moment before he responded. “Guess so.”

Tracy couldn’t help but smile at the subtle changes he had witnessed in Joey over the course of the past few days. “Would you like to ask him?”

“Nope.”

“Well then, I guess that leaves me.” He hollered over to Larry. “Hey, want to join us?”

Larry peered over his shoulder, checking to see if Mr. Atkins was speaking to him. “Uh, no thanks. I’ll just watch,” he mumbled.

Tracy’s eyebrows rose, “Are you sure, Larry? We’d love to have you play.”

“Yep.”

“Suit yourself. If you change your mind, feel free to join us.”

“Okay.”

Tracy turned back to Joey. “Well, it’s just you and me and we have about…” He looked at his watch, “ten minutes left.”

Without wasting anytime, Joey started dribbling the ball.

Tracy and Joey came in from the court with bright smiles. Joey grabbed his lunch box from his cubby and joined the other students waiting by the door. After the class set off down the hall to the cafeteria, Amanda spoke softly to Tracy. “The time you’ve been taking with Joey has made a big difference. I think he’s starting to apply himself to his schoolwork.”

“He is still very quiet, but I’ve seen progress as well.” Tracy agreed. “Today, while we were out on the court I asked Joey if we should invite Larry to join us and he agreed.”

Amanda’s eyes sparkled. “Wow, that’s huge for Joey.”

“Don’t I know it!”

The first student in their class entered the cafeteria. Amanda and Tracy waited until they all made it into the room before turning to go to the break room.

Amanda bit on her lower lip for a moment. “I know that if you weren’t here, Tracy, I couldn’t have done what you did.” Giving him a bright smile, she said, “Thanks.”

Tracy beamed. “Honestly, it doesn’t feel like I’ve done much. I’m just enjoying spending time with him.” Tracy held the door open for Amanda as he continued, “It’s as if he’s a butterfly trying to emerge from his cocoon. It’s really neat to see the way his wings are starting to unfold. I thank God we’ve been given the opportunity to see this happening.”

“I know what you mean. That little guy sure has had a lot of hard times in his young life.” A compatible silence fell between them as they sat down.

“Do you think he’ll go on the class field trip we have planned for November? Somewhere I heard the best cure for a hurting heart is to help others.”

“I agree one hundred percent. I’m glad our school board looks favorably on us going to the soup kitchen. The first year they had some questions about it. After the huge success though, they put all their questions aside. It’s been wonderful to see our elementary kids reach out to others. It does something for their self-esteem that nothing else could do.” She unscrewed the cap on her water bottle. “Wait until you see the kids in action. They always make me proud.”

Over the past month and a half, Tracy had found himself more attracted to Amanda every day, even the smallest things like the little dimple on her right cheek and the soft look that came into her eyes when she spoke to the children. She was not only beautiful on the outside. Her inner beauty drew him.

Cautiously, he said, “I know I already have something to be thankful for that day.”

Amanda looked up from her papers again to focus on what he was saying. “Oh, and what’s that?”

He looked intently into her hazel eyes and whispered, “I’ll get to spend it with you.”

“Tracy…I…ahh…”

Carolyn breezed into the doorway. “Hey guys, want to go out for a treat after school? It’s on me.”

“Sure, that sounds great.” Turning toward Amanda, Tracy saw her trying to reach the sleeve of the sweater. He reached for the arm to help her into it. His fingers brushed her neck as he pulled her sweater up. A tingle went up his arm before she stepped away. Amanda’s eyes grew round and he could tell by the look on her face, she felt something, too.

Amanda turned to Carolyn and said in a rush, “I think I’ll take a rain check, Carolyn. I want to get home early tonight.”

“That’s okay.” Giving Tracy a cheeky grin, Carolyn added, “We’ll have a good time anyway.”

Tracy felt like groaning. Of all the times for Carolyn to flirt!

Amanda quickly walked to the doorway and called back, “I’ll be back in a while. I wanted to see Janice for a minute.” With that she took off down the hall as if she were on a mission.

****

After their treat, Carolyn and Tracy met Amanda at the church for the college and career group meeting. When the Bible Study was over, Ben caught up with Amanda and Carolyn as everyone began to leave. “Amanda, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure.” She turned to Carolyn. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Sounds good,” Carolyn said before opening the door to the hallway. “Have a nice night, Ben.”

“Thanks. You, too.”

Amanda smiled as Ben turned toward her. “That was a great study tonight.”

Ben nodded. “I enjoyed it, too.”

“So, what’s up?”

He grabbed his Bible and the clipboard that held his notes from the Bible Study. “I was updating our College and Career’s calendar during my lunch break at work and I realized Tracy’s birthday is on Friday.”

Amanda hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. “That’s right. I noticed it on a calendar in the teacher’s staff room, but it totally slipped my mind.”

“If I’d known, we could’ve had a cake for him tonight.”

“I won’t worry about it.” Amanda reassured him, “Tracy hasn’t been here long enough to know that we usually celebrate the birthdays on the Bible Study night closest to the day.”

“True, but I had a thought anyway. What would you think about our group giving him a little surprise party at my house Friday night? It would give him the opportunity to get to know us some more in a little more informal setting.”

“That sounds good. Can you pull something like that off so quickly? It’s only two days away. I’m sure next week would be fine.”

“I know, but I kind-of wanted to do something special. I don’t see why my idea wouldn’t work. That’s as long as Tracy accepts my invitation.”

Amanda chuckled, “I don’t think that will be a problem. He loves to be around people.”

“Good. When I was talking to him earlier, I mentioned wanting to have him over to my place sometime soon. He seemed pretty receptive.”

Amanda picked up her purse. “Umm, I think Mike’s trying to give us a subtle hint.”

Ben looked around and found Mike standing by the light switch. “I think you’re right.” He called over to Mike, “Sorry to hold you up, buddy.”

“No problem,” he hollered back.

“Can I walk you to your car?” Ben asked as they made their way to the door.

“Sure.”

As they walked Ben continued on the previous conversation. “If he does agree to come over, I’ll start the phone chain to invite whoever can come on such short notice to be at my place by seven.”

“That sounds like fun. Will you call me and let me know what’s happening either way and what I can do to help?”

“Sure thing,” Ben said.

****

Tracy stood at the door with his mouth wide open as the group called out, “Surprise!”

“What?” Dumbfounded, he asked, “This is Bible Study, right?”

Ben chuckled and took his arm, pulling him into the house. “Happy birthday, man! Glad you could make your party .”

Tracy looked around the room. His eyes rested momentarily on Amanda before he asked, “How did you guys know?”

Ben mysteriously replied, “I have my ways.”

Tracy chuckled, “All I can say is...wow. And thanks.” People clapped him on his back as he passed through the room.

Someone called out, “You can put the tunes on now. This is a party after all...”

Ben called over all the commotion to Tracy, “My pad isn’t a palace but it’s comfortable. Here let me show you around.”

“Great place.” Tracy looked around impressed at how well the condo suited Ben’s personality.

As they neared the kitchen, Ben offered, “Can I get you a soda?”

“That would be great.”

“What kind would you like?”

“Do you have any root beer?”

“Sure do. That’s a favorite of mine.” Ben reached for a can in the refrigerator and handed it to Tracy.

Tracy popped the lid as Amanda’s soft voice sounded behind him. “Happy Birthday, Tracy.”

Tracy turned. She looked as beautiful as ever. Her cheeks matched the soft pink of her sweater. “Thanks. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more surprised.”

Amanda waved her hand toward Ben. “All the credit goes to Ben. He’s the organized one with the calendar.”

Someone yelled for Ben from the living room. “Would you excuse me for a minute? Duty calls. Make yourself at home, Tracy.”

“Will do.” Turning to Amanda, he admitted, “I feel a little overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of this group. They hardly even know me...”

Amanda leaned against the doorframe. “That was one of the reasons Ben wanted you to have this special evening.”

Tracy glanced over her shoulder. “How many people do you think are here?”

“I don’t know.” Amanda followed his gaze. “Probably twenty or so.”

Tracy nodded his head in disbelief as he took a sip of his soda. “Wait until I tell my family.” He narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t say a thing at school today.”

“Of course not.”

“I didn’t think you even knew it was my birthday.”

Amanda tucked her hair behind her ear. “Ben told me this week. If it hadn’t been for him, I’m sure I would have forgotten. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was fishing for a gift.”

“Ah ha.”

Carolyn came to the kitchen door. “Gee, Amanda, let Tracy out of the kitchen. Everyone’s waiting for you two.”

Amanda looked back over her shoulder. Sure enough, Ben called out, “Come on. We’re going to play charades.”

“Oops.” Amanda bit her lower lip. “Looks like I’m holding up the guest of honor.”

Tracy winked. “I’ll let it slide this time.”

****

Amanda opened a window while the children sat waiting for her, circled around the easel. “Sam, could you come over here for a moment, please?”

Sam jumped up and walked over to her.

Looking closely at him, she asked, “What do you smell?”

“Smell?” He sniffed the air, “I don’t smell nothin`.”

“Anything.” She gently reminded him. “Put your face closer to the window and close your eyes. What do you smell?”

Sam furrowed his brow in confusion, but he did as he was told. “Take a deep breath, Sam.” He obediently did so.

Suddenly, his face registered understanding. “It smells like leaves.”

Amanda smiled, “Good job! Do you know what month it is?”

“Halloween month.”

“Yes, Halloween is in this month, but there is a name for it. Do you remember?”

Looking around the room for some type of clue, his eyes focused on the large calendar on the chalkboard. “October!” he proudly announced.

“Nice work, Sam. It’s October and the season is fall, or another name for it is autumn.” Gently placing her hand on Sam’s shoulder, she said, “Thank you. You may be seated.” She looked back to the circle and called, “Abigail, would you please come to the window.”

Abigail pushed her glasses up on her nose and joined Amanda.

“I would like you to look out the window and tell us what you see.”

Abigail’s eyes roamed over the playground taking in all the sights. “I see leaves dance!”

“Do you know what is making them dance?” Amanda asked as she bent down and took the little girl’s hand.

“No, there is no music.” Abigail replied with wide eyes.

“There’s not? Listen…”

A gust of crisp autumn breeze swirled by, blowing leaves in its wake.

“The wind!” She proudly announced.

Amanda hugged her. “You are right. Come on, let’s join the circle.” While walking, she said, “Next month is November. Does anyone know what holiday we celebrate then?”

The children looked blankly at her. Tracy tried giving a clue. “It’s the month we get to talk about pilgrims and Indians.”

Allie’s hand shot up. “Oh, oh, oh…”

Amanda smiled, “Yes, Allie…”

“Thanksgiving.”

“That’s right. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays…and do you know what?” The children leaned forward in eager expectancy. “We are going to start decorating our classroom today and we will also be starting on a special project for our Thanksgiving celebration.”

“But it’s not even November yet.”

“Please remember to raise your hand, Tommy,” she gently admonished him. “You are absolutely right. It’s not November yet but we have a lot to do. So, if we do a little bit every day, it will be done by the time we need it.”

Hands shot into the air and Amanda looked into Tracy’s laughing eyes. She continued, “I know you have a lot of questions, but before you ask them, let me tell you about our project. Mr. Atkins, will you help me?”

“I’d be more than happy to.” All eyes turned to him. “Who can tell me why we celebrate Thanksgiving?”

Maura raised her hand and began to speak as Tracy nodded his head. “It’s ‘cause the Indians and pilgrims became friends and helped each other.”

“Good job.” Tracy praised. “Not only did they help one another, but they brought gifts for each other so everyone could share a wonderful meal.” Shifting his long legs to get a little more comfortable, he continued. “Do you think that was a good idea?”

The children’s heads bobbed up and down. Emily raised her hand.

“Yes, Emily?”

“Can we make some gifts?”

Tracy chuckled. “Well, that’s a great idea. Not to mention, it’s just what Miss Manning was going to tell you about.”

Emily gleefully clasped her hand over her mouth while Amanda took over for Tracy. “We are going to make gifts and then we are going to do something special with them.”

“What can I make?” Emily blurted out.

“Well, I was hoping all of you could give us some ideas of what you would like to make, but before…” Everyone started talking at once. Clapping her hands three times, she waited for their response of three claps back. “Please hold on to those great ideas for a minute while I tell you about our class trip to the soup kitchen. That’s where we’ll be giving our gifts away.”

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Six

November

“Class, you are doing a wonderful job. These turkey bookmarks look professionally done, not to mention the wreaths you made from your handprints in all these beautiful fall colors.” Amanda said as they were cleaning up.

“This is so much fun!” Fred called out from his place around the worktable.

“I think so, too. Speaking of fun, I have another opportunity for you. Is anyone willing to go to the kitchen the Monday before Thanksgiving and help set-up decorations? If so, please stay for just a minute before going to the bus lobby.” The dismissal bell rang. “That’s it for today, gang.” Giving them a bright smile, she added, “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Joey hung back after class along with Sam, Fred, and Allie. Amanda walked up to Joey and said for his ears only, “Joey, I’m proud of you.” She gathered the other three around and gave them the details of the project. She thanked them and passed out special permission slips with a note to be signed by their parents and returned tomorrow.

As the children were leaving, she glanced at Tracy who was cleaning the boards. “Tracy, were you planning on coming with us to the kitchen to decorate?”

Tracy put down the eraser and walked over to her. “Yes, I am. Was there something specific you wanted me to do?”

“No,” softly, she added, “but I’m glad you’ll be coming with us.” Amanda turned off the lights and went over to pick up her briefcase. “I’ll see you tomorrow, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”

Tracy nonchalantly asked, “Say, after we bring the kids back to school on that Monday, it will be nearly supper time. Would you care to get a bite to eat with me?”

Amanda’s heart jolted. Her hands became moist as she clenched and then unclenched her fist. “Tracy, you’re a really nice guy, but…”

Tracy, quickly catching on, interrupted her. “Oh boy, I think this is a brush-off.” She could tell he was trying to make it look like it didn’t bother him. “That’s okay, I’ll try another time. I’m pretty hardheaded as you’ll soon find out, if you haven’t already.”

“Just for the record, Tracy. It’s nothing against you. In fact, I really like you. It’s just that I’ve seen firsthand some of the difficulties that can arise when co-workers date.” Looking a little uncomfortable, she continued, “I value our friendship too much to risk anything more.”

“Normally,” Tracy, looking distracted, said, “I would agree with the thought not to date a co-worker.” He shifted his weight from one hip to the other. “I value our friendship as well, but I can’t say I wouldn’t be willing to take a risk where you are concerned.”

A few minutes went by before finally, Tracy gathered up his things and looked at Amanda again, giving her an award-winning smile. “Well, that about wraps it up for today. See you tomorrow.” With that he gave her a little salute and walked out the door.

Amanda sunk into her desk chair. Whew, Lord. She let her prayer out with a sigh . That was harder than I thought it would be. Thinking to herself for a moment she came to the conclusion, But, if it is Your will that I date, a man like Tracy seems pretty nice. It’s just that You and I both know it’s impossible to date one’s assistant. Feeling like the issue was settled, she left the classroom, too.

****

Tuesday was field-trip day and dawned with a beautiful sunrise that Amanda admired from her kitchen window. Bundled in her pink terry-cloth robe, with a hot cup of coffee in hand, she felt the warmth of contentment wrap around her like a blanket. Thank you, Lord, for the beauty of Your creation all around me. Thank you also for the beauty of the people You have created. Help me to show my class and the people at the mission Your love today. Guide my steps I pray.

Amanda took a quick shower and continued to get ready for the day before the time ran away. She brushed her teeth and added a touch of color to her lips with her favorite lipstick. Amanda hummed along with the radio as she straightened up her apartment and did her laundry. Looking at the clock she found it was only eight-thirty. The children were going to be meeting her at the school at ten. Okay, Lord. I’m ready to go now, but the clock’s not.” Chuckling, she said, “How often does this happen?”

Thoughts of her neighbor, Mrs. Howe, popped into her head. How hard would this holiday be without her husband? Amanda looked around her tidy kitchen. Fresh bread, which she made every year as was her family’s custom for Thanksgiving, sat on the counter looking lonely.

She planned on throwing it in the freezer to keep it from getting stale until Thanksgiving Day. Oh, why not share? I have plenty of time to make another .

Amanda picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. Howe, it’s me, Amanda.”

“Oh, hello, dear. How are you?”

“I’m fine, thanks. I was wondering if I could stop by for a minute before I go to work.”

“That would be lovely.”

“Great. I’ll be there in about five minutes if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s fine. I’ll put on some water for tea.”

“Sounds good.”

Amanda wrapped the bread in a towel and walked over to her table to jot a quick “Thinking of you” card before heading next door.

Mrs. Howe met her at the door. “I’m so glad you stopped over. I was beginning to wonder if you forgot me,” she said with a twinkle.

Amanda put her hand on her hip. “You know better than that.”

“Yes, I suppose I do.” She motioned with her hand for Amanda to follow her. “But I do miss talking to you. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, not a whole lot really.” Amanda followed her into the bright kitchen. “School, of course, and activities with the college and career group at church…”

“Any boyfriends?”

Amanda cringed. Why did it always have to come to this? “How’s that tea water coming along?”

Mrs. Howe laughed. “Apparently, better than your dating situation.” Her tone changed as she said, “Seriously, Amanda, my Fred was more than my husband. He was my best friend. I wish you had someone like that.”

Amanda cleared her throat. “I have friends.”

“It’s not quite the same, dear.”

“Not everyone’s called to be married.” Amanda sighed.

“No, you are right.” After a moment’s hesitation, she asked, “Is that your wish?”

Amanda sat down at the kitchen table. As much as she wanted to deny it, she knew she couldn’t. Somewhere deep inside she knew one day, she hoped to meet her prince. “I wouldn’t say that.”

Mrs. Howe poured the tea and handed Amanda her cup. “What would you say?”

She considered the question for a few minutes. “I guess I’m a little afraid. I’ve seen more than enough to know not everyone has a happily-ever-after kind of life after they say, ‘I do.’ Besides I’m comfortable now; my life is pretty uncomplicated. I don’t want to do something just because it’s what everyone expects.”

“Amanda, that’s a bunch of hogwash! It was not my intention to have you over and give you a sermon so let me say one more thing and then I’ll drop it.”

Amanda breathed a sigh of relief.

“Forget about other people’s expectations, and for pete’s sake, don’t you go planning your own life. God already has the perfect plan for you. Trust Him and you’ll find happiness. Only He knows if there is a man for you or not.”

Amanda followed the pattern on the plaid placemat with her finger. She knew Mrs. Howe was right, but it was scary surrendering her thoughts and dreams to God. Who knew where He’d lead her? “That’s easier said than done,” she admitted.

“Yes, I know, but it’s when you take the time to sit back and look around that you are able to see the way the Lord works. Take this morning, I was feeling quite upset. As you know, this Thursday will be my first Thanksgiving without Fred.” Very openly, she admitted, “I haven’t been looking forward to the holiday at all. However, the Lord has been sending me little reminders all week that I can always trust Him and His plans for my future. You, Amanda, are one of those reminders.” Mrs. Howe gave Amanda a big hug.

“I hate for you to feel lonely. Would you care to go to the soup kitchen with my class this morning? I’m sure they would love it.”

“No, thank you, dear. Wilma said she was going to stop over some time this afternoon and I’ve got a few things I need to get done here. I’ll be fine.”

Amanda glanced at her watch. “Oh my, I really do need to go.”

“Thanks for stopping by and for the bread.” Putting her hand on Amanda’s shoulder, she apologized, “I hope you don’t mind my old busybody ways.”

Amanda hugged her and said, “I love you just the way you are.”

“You are quite the diplomat.”

Amanda laughed. “I’ll give you a call soon.”

“I’ll be looking forward to that.”

Amanda gave her one last smile before she ran to her truck.

****

Amanda arrived at school and pulled into the parking space next to Tracy’s car. She grabbed her purse and bag of supplies, then reached for the door handle. At the same time Tracy pulled her door handle from the outside. “Hey there, Teach. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get here.”

“You missed me that much, huh?” Her eyes widened. Did she really say that?

Thankfully, Tracy seemed to take her remark in stride. “Yeah, well, you know, you are the one in charge here. I didn’t want to spoil your fun by having to leave without you.”

Amanda walked past him toward the school. “Well, let’s get this gang organized and on the bus.” She stopped suddenly, causing Tracy to bump into her back. “Oomph!” She turned and looked up into his eyes. He was so close she could smell his spicy after-shave. Her heart betrayed her as she dreamed of what it would feel like to be held in his arms. If only her heart would behave as her head mandated. Thank goodness Thanksgiving break was coming. Perhaps some time away from him would help her get things back into proper perspective—away from any chance of hurt. The one time she thought she had fallen in love in college was enough to cure her for a lifetime. Love was too much of a risk.

She took a few steps back and tried to clear her head. “Thanks for all the work you’ve put into this Thanksgiving celebration, Tracy.”

“Thanks to you, too. It’s been a pleasure to help out.” He dropped his voice to a whisper, “I must say, you look lovely today.”

“Thanks.” Amanda mumbled as she quickly walked to the class gathered near the bus. The excited children engulfed her with laughter, hugs, and warm Thanksgiving wishes.

Amanda pasted a smile on her face and raised her voice to be heard above the commotion. “Okay everyone, let’s load up. Time’s a-wasting. You have five minutes before we go over some last minute details. Use the restroom now if you need to, please. Once we get there, we’ll be too busy for breaks. We’ll meet you on the bus.”

The children quickly settled on the bus. En route to the soup kitchen, Amanda went over the day’s agenda with her students. Everyone knew what job they were to do and how to do it. Excitement was running high with thoughts of the fun morning ahead with their friends. Amanda sighed as she looked out the bus window while listening to the rambunctious noise coming from the children. She turned toward Tracy in the adjacent seat. “Sometimes they can make a body tired with all their wiggles and giggles.”

Giving her a sappy grin, Tracy said, “Well, conserve your energy then and just look at me.”

Amanda did a double take and studied his face for a full minute while he looked right back at her. She could see the sparkle of humor in his eyes while at the same time almost a questioning look. Above all else, Amanda didn’t want Tracy to think she was interested in him romantically. After what seemed like a small lifetime, Amanda tried to make light of the whole thing, opting to change the subject. “Did I tell you that Pastor Brown is coming to the kitchen today?”

“Yes, you did mention that yesterday. I’m looking forward to hearing him.” Tracy turned his body toward the back of the bus and talked to the children for the remainder of the ride.

Amanda, on the other hand, sat looking out her window trying to sort out the thoughts swirling through her head like a blizzard, complete with the inability to see, or in this case, think about anything else. Lately, every time she was around Tracy, she had a vague feeling of uncertainty but also some sort of eager expectancy about the future.

Lord, I can’t go through the heartache again of loving someone who holds commitment lightly. Are You trying to tell me I’m not trusting in You? Mrs. Howe’s words really resonated in me. Please give me wisdom. As the Soup Kitchen came in view she finished her prayer, In the meantime, help me keep my sanity! Finally, the bus reached its destination and stopped. In her haste to exit the bus, she tried to leave her seat at the same time as Tracy. Tracy put out an arm to steady her as he moved back into his seat. Amanda was embarrassed as her heart skipped a beat at his nearness.

“I’m...sorry.” Needing more than ever to exit the bus quickly, she turned and left before he could sense her turmoil. She resolved she would try not to think of Tracy any longer this morning. She was here for her children and thoughts of him would only get in the way. That’s easier said than done.

The group quickly assembled on the steps of the entrance. “Okay, class. Come gather around for a minute.” She waited until everyone was quiet. “You’ve all worked so hard. Without you and all the efforts you put into today, it would not be the same for the people who are here today. This is what being a community is all about. Helping each other.” Amanda smiled tenderly at her students. “Thank you for all you’ve done. You’re a great class. Now, let’s go give it our best.” With that, she opened the doors for them to enter.

Tracy’s stomach rumbled. Boy did that turkey smell good! He marveled at how some smells made it feel like Thanksgiving. He pulled off his coat and noticed how the people and their eager chatter filled the room. Somehow, in a pleasant way, it made the decorations fade into the background.

Amanda appeared at his side. “Looks like a good turnout.”

“I’d say! How many people do you think are here?”

“I’d hazard around eighty people or so by the time you count the workers, our class, and the clients.”

“Smells good.” Amanda sighed.

Tracy didn’t even smell the food any longer. She was standing so close, her shampoo or perfume, or whatever it was that smelled like coconut, filled his senses. And so do you, he felt like saying. Better not go there—yet. “Know where they got the food?”

“Local churches donated it. Ed told me yesterday they had three huge turkeys, a ham, lots of sweet potatoes, heaps of corn, stuffing, rolls and cranberry sauce.”

“Not only does it look like a feast, but it is one.” Tracy saw Ed pick up the dinner bell to ring. “Time to find our seats.

“Do you think the kids will cluster together?”

Tracy smiled indulgently at Amanda. “Are you kidding? If you’ve told us once, you’ve told us a thousand times to mingle in pairs.”

“I guess I did.” Amanda sheepishly admitted.

“Look.” Tracy pointed to the tables where everyone was being seated. The class was indeed interspersed among the clients.

“Oh good. I’ll tell you what, these kids are great.” She glanced around the room. “Do you see Joey? He’s my partner for today.”

That lucky duck. “He’s over there waiting with an empty seat for you.”

Tracy led Amanda to her seat and held it for her as she sat down. “Thanks, you didn’t need to do that.”

“I wanted to.” Before turning away, he studied her for a moment. Amanda looked right back at him with her beautiful eyes. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, “Enjoy your meal.”

****

Amanda, not wanting to draw attention to herself, turned to her partner Joey to see he was talking with an elderly woman next to him. It was exciting to watch how well they were mixing. With all the chattering around her, Amanda sat back in the chair and tried to imagine what the first Thanksgiving was really like. Accidentally, one of the clients bumped her arm, bringing her daydreaming to an end as she was drawn back into the conversation floating around her.

A half-hour later, Ed called everyone’s attention to the front of the room. “It looks as if everyone is about done eating. Please feel free to eat more if you’d like while Pastor Brown is speaking.” He gestured to the side for someone to join him as he continued, “I’d like to introduce you at this time to a dear friend of mine, Pastor Brown.” As the older man made his way up to Ed, the people applauded. Amanda glanced at the program Ed had given to her earlier. She found that no desserts were to be served before Pastor Brown was to speak. He had explained that by doing this perhaps it would encourage folks to stay for the devotion. Looking around the crowded room, Amanda could see that Ed’s plan was successful.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Ed.” Ed nodded and walked off to the side. Pastor Brown’s voice was soft and crackled slightly, but that only made everyone listen more intently to hear him. “I’m sure some of you have a few memories of a special Thanksgiving Day. This afternoon, I want to tell you a story about my favorite Thanksgiving Day.”

Pastor Brown pulled a folded piece of cloth out of his pocket and opened it to show off the many colors. “This was given to me by a person very dear to my heart, my grandmother.” Smiling, he continued, “I know to you folks this piece of material probably doesn’t look like much more than a rag. However, to me it is very significant. You see, with this piece of material, my grandmother told me about Jesus.”

While everyone’s curiosity was piqued, he passed the cloth to a woman sitting in the first row. “Go ahead and take a good look at it and then give it to your neighbor.”

“Thank you.” She said as she gently handled the heirloom.

“My grandma made this cloth at a weaving loom that was passed down through her family. It was a design and story her mother taught her and she passed down to my brother and me on this particular Thanksgiving Day.” Stepping back, he watched their expressions as they handled it. “You may be wondering about the color scheme. They don’t coordinate real well do they?”

One mother quipped, “Isn’t no worse than the clothes my little junior picks to wear in the mornin’.”

Laughter could be heard throughout the room.

“Hum, yes,” Pastor Brown chuckled “that’s one thing about young children. It’s an anything goes philosophy as far as clothes are concerned.” While taking a few steps, Pastor Brown rubbed his neck. “Our bread was wrapped in this cloth when my grandmother asked us if we knew who the Bread of Life was. My brother and I looked at each other, puzzled by her question. Bread of Life?” With a twinkle in his eye, he asked, “Has anyone ever asked you a question like that?”

A bold, middle-aged man responded, “No, but I tinkered with food for a while when I was young. So, I know all about it.”

The woman sitting next to him swatted his arm. “Oh, you don’t know nothin’, Ian!”

“Oh, yes, I do. Bread lasts about two or three days if it doesn’t have all the preservatives pumped into it, Hillary.” He puffed out his chest confidently. Hillary rolled her eyes.

Pastor Brown quickly stepped in. “Yes, I suppose bread does last about three days, but I wasn’t referring to the life of bread. I was actually talking about a person called the ‘Bread of Life’.” The man looked confused.

“That’s exactly how my brother and I felt. Let me see if this will clear up our little misunderstanding. In short order, my grandmother explained to us that the Bread of Life was just another name for Jesus in the Bible. Then she told us about the colors of her cloth.”

He picked up some papers from the table and held them up high so all could see. “So you can see the colors better, I have here in my hand, pieces of paper that are the same colors which are in the cloth’s pattern. I will show them to you one at a time as I explain their meaning. “

Holding up the black sheet first, he quickly began sharing the time-worn illustration. “Can one of the children here name this color?”

Many little voices called out, “Black!”

“You are right. My grandmother explained to us that this black color represents our sin. Anyone want to guess why black?”

This time the group waited quietly. “Can you see anything when it is pitch-black out with no moon or stars?”

Abbie called out, “No.”

Amanda sent her a tender smile before Pastor Brown continued.

“No, you can’t. In the same way, because of the blackness of sin in our hearts we cannot see God, nor live with Him when we die. He knew all this before He created us and made a way for that to change.”

Pastor Brown’s eyebrows burrowed together in thought, as he mused, “I don’t want to get ahead of myself here. Hold on to that thought for a moment as I grab this next color.” Placing the red sheet of paper over the black one, he continued, “The next color in the scheme is red. Any thoughts on what this color means?”

A small, frail woman with a cane whispered, “Jesus.”

“Thank you, I heard that.” Pastor Brown smiled at her. “And you are right. The color red represents the blood of Jesus Christ’s sacrifice. Jesus, the Son of the living God, died for us, and rose again, so we can be cleansed of our guilt and shame by asking Him to forgive us. So, let me ask you something else. If blackness is taken away, can you see again?”

“Yes, but how is blood supposed to clean anything. I just don’t get it!” Ian replied. “Why did he have to die? What does that have to do with me?”

“They are very good questions.” Pastor Brown walked over to Ian and stood right in front of him. “I would like to answer your questions with one of my own. Are you perfect? I mean have you ever made any mistakes or done anything wrong?”

“Pastor,” he huffed, “My whole life is a mistake.”

“I’m not going to say I agree with that. However, I will say there is not a person in this room who has not done wrong things and I’m definitely included in that list! The Bible calls it sin. There was only one person who never sinned. Do you know who I’m talking about?”

“Is it, Jesus?”

“Yes. The Bible says Jesus is light and in Him there is no darkness at all. You see, we can only stand clean before God because Jesus’ purity becomes ours when we ask Him to forgive us and be our Savior.” He waited for a moment to let his words sink in. “It is then and only then that we become,” picking up a white piece of paper and placing it over the red, he continued, “as white as snow in God’s eyes. The Bible calls it righteousness. That is how his blood cleans us. Do you understand?”

Ian nodded his head but said nothing.

“But what about good people?” someone called out. “Don’t they go to heaven?”

Pastor Brown shook his head. “Good isn’t perfect, and if it’s not perfect, it simply can’t be in heaven with God. That’s why He sent His Son.”

“Well, I’ve heard that as long as you believe there is a God out there, the details don’t matter,” another person quipped.

Pastor Brown sighed. “Unfortunately, I am aware that is what more and more people are saying nowadays. I could give you a million of my own reasons why I don’t believe that is so. However, I don’t argue with them. I take them directly to the Bible. If they want to argue with that…it’s between them and the Lord. According to the Bible, there is only one way to heaven. It’s through the cross of Jesus.”

Someone toward the back started to clap softly and before Pastor Brown knew it, many people joined in.

He smiled with an excited gleam in his eyes. “That Thanksgiving, I truly believed Jesus did indeed die for me as my grandmother had said. I had grown up hearing the Bible verse John 3:16 which says, ‘For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.’ For the first time I really understood what that meant. I asked Jesus to forgive me. That’s when He made my heart, like the threads she had showed me, as white as snow.”

He glanced around the room. “Who is holding my fabric?” The people who were caught up in his story turned and started to look around. Suddenly, an older gentleman stood up. Waving the cloth as if he had found a treasure, “I got it, preacher!”

“Sir, could you please tell us what color is next?” Pastor Brown inquired.

The older man scrunched up his eyes, “I believe it’s gold.”

“Ah, you are precisely right. In Acts 16:31, Paul tells the jailer who wanted to know what he must do to be saved, ‘ Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved. ’ Saved, saved from what, you ask?”

He looked imploringly around the room. After a moment’s silence, one of the little girls from Amanda’s class yelled out, “Saved from hell!” When she finished, she quickly stuffed her fist over her mouth, and with big eyes, sat looking at Pastor Brown.

Smiling down at the little sweetheart, he walked to her and gently touched her shoulder. Looking at those around her, he said, “She’s right. I, through the power of Jesus Christ, am saved from the punishment I deserve for my sins and reconciled into the relationship of peace that God intended and desires.”

He held up the gold colored paper. “This represents the streets of gold in heaven God has promised to all who believe in Him and ask for forgiveness in His name. I ask you, have you ever given thought to where you will be spending eternity?” As his eyes roamed the room, he also asked, “I’m wondering today, on this early celebration of Thanksgiving Day, do you know the Bread of Life?” He paused. “No, it’s not bread as in money nor food, it’s Jesus Christ. He can fill you like no other.”

“The final color in the pattern is green. This color reminds me I have a new life in Christ that will grow. 2 Corinthians 5:17 says, ‘Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!’ Because of Jesus, my heart at that very moment…when I was just a young boy sitting around my grandmother’s table…was clean and new.”

“Since that day He has been faithfully working with me, helping me to ‘grow’ into the man he wants me to be. I wish I could tell you I have arrived at that place, but growth is a daily process. There are sometimes bumps in the road, as well as mountaintop views. Even through all the ups and downs, since I committed to live for Christ, I’ve not, for one moment, regretted my decision.”

Picking up the cloth which had made its way to the front again, he added, “God extends this same gift to you today. Just tell Jesus you believe He died for you. Ask Him to forgive your sins and welcome Him into your heart as your Lord. Won’t you take a moment to pray with me?”

As the room grew quiet, a few sniffles were heard. Amanda glanced over at Joey to see a tear trickle down his cheek. She quickly sent up a prayer that God would make Himself known to Joey and to anyone else in the room who had not yet received Christ as their Savior.

****

“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all day.”

Amanda balanced the phone on her shoulder as she folded some laundry. “Hi, Mom. I’ve been at the soup kitchen with the kids. We had an awesome time.”

“That’s nice,” Mrs. Manning said distractedly.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know for sure. Your brother apparently has been having some problems he hasn’t told us about. To make a long story short, I found out about an hour ago that he had to go into the hospital early this morning for some testing and observation.”

Frowning, Amanda said, “Oh, no. What’s wrong?”

“You know how Albert is. I can never seem to get the whole story out of him. The only thing he told me is that it’s nothing life threatening.” She took a deep breath, “Oh, honey, I want to just hop on a plane and come home, but I don’t want to jump the gun.”

Amanda agreed, knowing how much her brother loved his independence. “Why don’t you just let me go see what’s up first. It’s only a two hour drive for me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t want to interfere with your work. I’m not sure what we should do.”

“It won’t interfere with work, Mom. Tomorrow starts the Thanksgiving break so it’s not like I need to rush home or anything.”

With a sigh of relief, her mom said, “If you’re sure, it would be a lot easier for me to make the right decision if I knew just what was going on.”

“It’ll work, Mom. Besides, even though I know Albert will most likely pitch a fit, it’s always nice to have someone with you when you have to do medical testing. You and I both know Albert’s been there for me many times.” Looking at her watch, she continued, “I’ll leave here in about an hour.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t know what a weight this takes off of my shoulders. Some of your Dad’s meetings have been delayed. If Albert is indeed okay, it looks like we may need to be here until at least Saturday.”

“Well, keep me posted. I’ll talk to the doctor at the hospital and get the scoop before I call you. Don’t worry about us. Just tell Dad to knock ‘em dead at those meetings and come home real soon.”

“I’ll tell him. Thanks again, dear. Please give my love to Albert. We’ll talk soon.”

“Bye, Mom.” As Amanda hung up the phone, her head was in a tailspin. First things first , she said to herself. I need to call the school and leave a message to let them know what’s happening, just in case this turns out to be a little longer than I expect. I also need to pack an overnight bag and give Carolyn a quick ring.

****

Amanda cautiously opened Albert’s hospital room door. Albert’s pale form lay on the bed. When she stepped into the room, he opened his eyes.

“Albert, you look awful!”

“Thanks.” He moaned, “You always know how to make me feel better.”

Chuckling, Amanda said, “Well, at least you haven’t lost your sense of humor.” She glanced at his grossly swollen arm and clucked her tongue. “Why do you always wait so long to call the doctor? Some people run to the doctor for a runny nose, but my brother, he has to wait until he can’t move!”

“Not now, Mandy.” Wincing in pain, he added, “Save the lecture for later, huh?”

Amanda sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Sorry.” She took a chair and pulled it close to his bedside. “What do they think is wrong?”

“They think it may be Lyme disease. The doctor’s waiting on some test results.”

“Oh, really? Did they say when they think you may be able go home?”

“I’m hoping for tomorrow. The doc should have the results by then.”

Amanda thought about his one-bedroom bachelor quarters. It was clear he definitely was not well enough to go home without someone to help him. She quickly came to a decision with a nod of her head, “Albert, if it’s okay with you, I’m going to stick around for a while.”

Relief flooded his face. “That would be good.”

“I’ll just camp out on your couch for a few days until you feel more like yourself. Mom said she’d come home if you needed her.”

Albert shook his head. “Don’t call her, Mandy. I’d hate for them to come rushing home just for me. Besides, this might turn out to be nothing.” Feeling frustrated at the course of events, he said, “It’s hard enough on me knowing you dropped everything to come here. Aren’t they going to be home for Thanksgiving anyway?”

“When I talked to Mom earlier, she said that some of Dad’s meetings were delayed. They’re hoping to be home by Saturday. Don’t worry about me; I’m off for the next few days anyway.”

Albert laid his head back against the pillow. “We’ll be okay, Sis. Mom needs to be with Dad now. There’s really nothing she could do here anyway.” He turned his head toward his sister. “Could you call the nurse in to get me something for this arm? It’s killing me.” Wincing again, he murmured, “I guess I shouldn’t have skipped that last dose of pain medication.”

She shook her finger at him playfully. “Will you ever learn to listen to doctor’s advice?” Albert made a sour face and she quickly said, “Well, you better listen to this nurse’s advice once we get you home!” she said as she pointed to herself. Another wave of pain must have hit him, because his face blanched. “Oops, I guess I should go get the nurse for you.” Turning toward the door, she continued as she crossed the room. “While I’m out there, I think I’ll give Mom a call. I’ll be back soon.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Mandy.” Albert flinched as he turned over onto his side.

Amanda quickly found Albert’s nurse. “My brother Albert, who is in room 323, is in a lot of pain. Can he have his medication?”

“Oh, sure thing.” She reached for his chart off the medicine cabinet. “I told him he was a glutton for punishment earlier when he didn’t want it when it was due, but he’s a tough one.”

Amanda shrugged her shoulder. “That’s my brother. Could you tell me where the payphone is? I need to make a call but I don’t want to disturb Albert.”

“Sure, it’s down the hall to the right.”

“Thanks.” Amanda turned away to find the phone.

****

Amanda looked nervously from the nurse to the Heparin lock in Albert’s hand. “Are you sure he’s okay to go home?”

The nurse patiently replied, “You don’t need to worry. Many people with Lyme go home with this so the home health nurse can administer their antibiotics.”

“Should I watch for anything?”

“The only thing you need to keep an eye on is if the site becomes red, warm to the touch or painful. That means it’s time to take it out.” Looking directly at Albert, she added, “It’s your job to help keep an eye on this.”

“When they take it out…is that when I can take the pills instead?” Albert inquired.

“Only if you’ve been able to have these IV antibiotics for at least five days. If not, the nurse would just find a new site for the port.”

“Ouch.” Albert said despondently.

“When will Albert need to see the doctor?” Amanda inquired.

“Let me see…today is Wednesday.” The nurse looked at his chart. “He’s had two day’s antibiotics here and he will need three more days at home. So that puts us to Saturday. His doctor has office hours in the morning.”

Amanda wanted to be sure she would be able to answer all of her mother’s questions so she asked, “If all goes well, what will happen then?”

“They will most likely put him on an oral antibiotic for another week or so and continue to monitor him. We’re here 24/7 so just give us a call if you need anything.”

“Thanks.”

****

Amanda was truly thankful when Thanksgiving Day arrived. She had one day of nursing behind her. And as her mom had predicted, her parents were unable to make it home. Amanda decided to fix a small turkey and trimmings for just Albert and herself. After all it wouldn’t even feel like Thanksgiving without a turkey!

It was small and cozy with just the two of them. As the last of the dishes were washed up and the evening approached, she sat on the couch. Not knowing why, she felt oddly forlorn, as if she were somehow let down by the day. The phone on the table next to her rang.

“Hello?”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Amanda.” Tracy’s voice greeted her. “How was your day?”

Amanda’s heart picked up its pace as she sat up straighter on the couch.

“Hey, Tracy. Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.” Feeling suddenly alive, she said, “My Thanksgiving was, well…small but nice.”

“Good. How’s your brother?”

“Albert’s doing his best to be a good patient. He didn’t fuss over the food so, I guess it was okay. How about you? How was your Thanksgiving?” Before he could answer, she suddenly realized Tracy shouldn’t even know she was staying at Albert’s. “Say, how did you know where I was anyway?”

“I had to do a little detective work, but I finally pinned you down. Carolyn gave me this number.”

“Oh…” she said as she fluffed the pillow on the couch.

“I’ve been thinking about you and I wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, no. I’m glad you called.” Amanda licked her lips and tried to settle the pounding of her heart. Not wanting an uncomfortable silence to happen, she repeated her question, “Did you have a nice Thanksgiving?”

“Yup, I went to my sister’s house. She has three little ones who kept me busy. And, as for thinking of you, funny thing is, I do that quite often.”

Feeling totally tongue-tied at this point she quietly said, “Oh…”

Albert called to Amanda from his room. “Who’s on the phone, Mandy?”

“Oops. That’s my brother. He’s calling for me. Guess I better go see if he needs anything.”

“No problem, I just wanted you to know I was thinking of you. We’re all praying for your brother, too.”

“Thanks for the prayers and for calling.”

“Sure thing. I guess I’ll see you soon then?” Tracy questioned.

“I’m still waiting for my mom and dad to call tonight to give us an update on how things are going in Florida. They’re away on business.” Looking at the clock on the table, she continued, “I think I’ll be in school on Monday, but if for some reason my parents don’t make it back, do you think you could hold down the fort?”

“We’ll be fine.” Tracy confidently said. “Hurry home soon anyway, okay?”

“I’ll try. Take care.” Albert called out again wanting to know who was on the phone. Amanda, needing to stretch her legs anyway, got up and went into his room.

Amanda nonchalantly said, “It was just my assistant from school.”

Albert looked at her with at questioning frown. “What did she want on Thanksgiving Day?”

Amanda picked up a fake lint on the rug so she wouldn’t have to look at him as she said, “It’s a ‘he’ not a ‘she’.” When she stood up, she saw the grin on his face. Amanda sighed, “Before you make any wise guy comments, Tracy just called to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Uh-huh...” Not wanting to hear what he had to say, she practically ran out of the room and closed the door behind her.

****

Things were not going as planned. It was Monday and she was supposed to be back home by now, getting ready for school. Only problem was, her parents’ flight was delayed. It was time to resort to plan “B”. After calling the principal to let her know what was happening, Amanda dialed Tracy’s number.

Tracy picked up after two rings. “Hello?”

“Hi, Tracy, it’s me, Amanda.”

“I know. I could tell by your voice. How’s it going?”

“It depends on how you look at it.” Amanda sighed. “Albert is doing much better but my parents aren’t here yet. Their flight has been delayed until at least tomorrow night.”

“Um. Does this mean you’re not coming home yet?”

“You got it.”

Softly, he said, “I was looking forward to seeing you.”

Feeling a little courageous, she admitted, “I was looking forward to seeing you, too.”

“You were?”

Amanda laughed. “Well, anyway, I spoke to the principal earlier and told her I would call you and touch base to let you know what’s happening. She’s setting up a substitute assistant to help you until Wednesday.”

“Hum. I get to be…in charge. Scary thought, huh?” Tracy mumbled.

Call it intuition, or whatever, but she suddenly realized that how she answered his question was important to him. But why?

“Not at all. I have all the confidence in the world that you’ll do fine. Besides, there’s a rough outline of all the teaching plans for next week on my desk.”

“I’m sure I won’t have any trouble, but it won’t be the same without you.”

The funny feeling she just had left as quick as it came. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“It’s a deal. I hope your brother will soon be back on his feet.”

“Thanks. He goes for his check-up tomorrow.”

“Well then, I’ll keep praying.”

Amanda ran out of things to say. “I guess I’d better go. I’ll see you in a few days.”

“All right. Thanks for the call.”

“My pleasure.”

****

It was Tuesday after Thanksgiving and Amanda was getting antsy to be back home. With a bright smile, she said, “Albert, that swelling has really gone down. I know it’s still painful, but I’m encouraged to see you moving around more freely.”

“I think I know what you’re leading up to, Sis.” Albert said with one of his dimples showing. “You’re getting ready to leave me, right? Just when I was getting used to your fussing.”

“Well, Mom’s planning on coming over tonight. If you think you still need me to stay…”

Now giving Amanda a full smile, he said, “I’m a big boy. I think I can manage being by myself for a few hours.” He laughed. “Besides, I’m sure if Mom gets held up tonight, she’ll be here tomorrow. Those antibiotics have definitely made a big difference. Most of my other joints are feeling almost back to normal. I’m not the first one with Lyme Disease, and I’m sure I won’t be the last either. It’ll just take time for me to bounce back.”

“Let me lay my cards on the table. If you have even a shadow of a doubt that you would be anything but all right on your own, I’m staying put. However, if you are totally convinced…”

Albert brought up his lengthy frame to grab a pillow to throw at her. “Go on, shoo. Get out of here! Mom will be here soon. Go see your kids that you’ve been talking my ear off about. And , your mysterious assistant too.”

Amanda dodged the pillow. “Okay, okay.” She pretended to pout, “I know when I’m no longer wanted.” Albert laid his head back down. Sighing heavily, he said, “Oh Mandy, all kidding aside for a minute…thanks for coming to help me out. “

Amanda shrugged away his thanks, “Stop! I don’t know how to handle you when you’re serious.” The room was quiet for a moment, as they were each in their own thoughts.

Suddenly, Amanda joked, “Where’s my brother? I want him back.” Amanda was rewarded with a pillow in her face that she didn’t have the chance to dodge this time.

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Seven

December

Carolyn, exhausted, flopped onto Amanda’s couch. “It seems hard to believe we need to be thinking about the church’s Christmas play already.”

“Tell me about it.” Amanda smiled as she said, “I like their idea of adults performing for the kids this year. A change every now and then helps keep things fresh. I’m sure it will be a blast for everyone.”

“Yeah, I was just thinking about that the other day.” Carolyn let out a hoot. “Can you picture Mrs. Davison, our old Sunday School teacher, taking part in a play?”

Amanda had no trouble picturing Mrs. Davidson’s stern countenance and hawk-like gaze. Many Sundays Amanda sat in fear of what she had learned later to be one of the dearest souls in the world. After considering it for a moment, she shrugged her shoulders and quickly changed the subject. “What part did you end up taking anyway?”

“Why…an angel, of course!”

Amanda couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, of course. I should have known.” She laughed again when she saw how Carolyn tried to act as if she had just been insulted. “You’re such a card.” Taking a breath, Amanda assured her, “No, seriously, I’m sure you’ll do a great job in that role.”

Carolyn questioned, “How about you? Have you made up your mind yet as to what role you want?” In an encouraging voice, she added, “No one has volunteered to play the part of Mary.”

Amanda shook her head. “No, I haven’t decided yet. I wanted to see what parts were still available before I made my choice.”

Carolyn had to look away as she said, “I hope you do decide you want Mary’s part because…” She quickly glanced at Amanda, “We thought you would do a great job in her role. So we…well, we…”

Amanda’s eyebrows rose as she inquired, “We…what?”

Carolyn reached for her coffee cup. “Well, since you’ve been away…and we had to assign the parts…” She gingerly took a sip and sheepishly said, “You kind-of got that part by default.”

With a chuckle, she asked, “So, then why did you ask me what part I wanted?”

“I thought it would be better if you thought it was your idea.” Carolyn placed her coffee cup on the table and watched her friend intently. “Be honest, wouldn’t you have preferred it that way?”

Amanda looked out the window. She couldn’t help but grin at Carolyn’s logic. “It’s really not a big deal. I’m willing to play the part of Mary if that’s where I’m needed.”

A funny look crossed over Carolyn’s face. “Is there something wrong?” Amanda asked.

“Wrong? Oh no! Well…” rising from the couch, she picked up her cup and carried it to the kitchen. “I’ve got to hit the road and run a few errands. I’ll see you tonight at practice.”

“Okay.” Amanda followed Carolyn to the door. “Oh, and Carolyn,” Amanda waited until she had Carolyn’s full attention. “Did I ever tell you, you’re a great friend?”

Carolyn gave Amanda a quick hug. “It takes a good friend to be a good friend.” With that, they parted company.

****

It was chilly in the church basement where play practice was being held. April, their director, called the group together. “Okay, everyone. Let’s gather around. It’s cold, so we need to get some blood flowing and get started.” After April had everyone’s attention, she continued. “Since this is our first time together, we’ll just dramatically read through the parts. Feel free to move around if you want to. Let’s see how far we get and then we’ll work on specific staging directions. Okay?” Heads nodded in consent as she continued, “So then, we’ll begin with Mary and Joseph, over here.”

Amanda got up and followed April’s instruction. As she sat down, she looked around to see who was playing Joseph. Tom walked toward her. Oh good, Tom will be perfect for this part . Amanda had known him for about two years through the college and career group they attended. He was a soft-spoken guy with a heart of gold. Amanda was surprised as he stepped past her and continued toward April.

“Joseph is going to be a few minutes late. He said to start without him.” He glanced at his watch. “He should be here in about five minutes.”

“Oh, that’s okay; it will take me that long to get everyone situated here.” April continued giving directions to the group. After a bit of arranging, she said, “Okay, everyone, I think we’re all set. Just one more thing before we’re ready to start.” Looking around, she asked, “Would anyone be willing to open us up in prayer?” Ben raised his hand to acknowledge her request. “Thanks, Ben.”

Ben raised his voice as he prayed, “Thanks, Lord, for this opportunity to serve You through drama. I pray that our thoughts and actions would be pleasing to You. Father, I pray that even now, You would open the hearts of all those who will be watching this play to understand the love that You have for us. Thank you for April’s willingness to take on this project. Bless her and guide her as she in turn guides us. We ask this all in Jesus’ name. Amen.”

Amanda glanced at the door as the prayer ended. Tracy had walked in and was walking toward her. When he was within speaking distance from her, he nodded his head in acknowledgment. “Hello, do you know where I’m suppose to go?”

Surprised to see Tracy, she asked, “Hey, what other hidden talents do you have that I don’t know about?”

Tracy smiled broadly and winked. “You’ll just have to stick close and find out for yourself.”

Amanda laughed. “Perhaps I will. What role are you playing?”

Tracy folded one arm across his waist and the other behind his back, bowed and said, “Joseph. At your service, ma’am.”

“No kidding?”

“Nope, no kidding. How about you?”

Feeling her face grow warm, she softly said, “I’m Mary.”

It was Tracy’s turn to look surprised. “Well, what do you know about that.”

While they were both digesting this information, April approached them. Addressing Tracy, she said, “Great, you’re here.” She turned to the group at large and raised her voice so everyone could hear. “Okay, let’s give it a go.”

Tracy grinned at Amanda as April put everyone in his or her positions. “This is going to be fun.”

Amanda shook herself out of her stupor and felt a thrill of excitement run through her at the look Tracy was giving her. She took her cue from April and read her lines without a glitch. As the evening wore on, she felt more and more comfortable acting the part of Mary. By the time they finished, she thought, Tracy was right. That was fun. Amanda started gathered her things, preparing to leave.

By chance, Tom walked by Tracy and Amanda, loudly announcing, “Hey you two, you guys make quite the couple.” He quirked his eyebrow up. “Is this just terrific acting on both of your parts or do you two really have something going?”

A group of guys from the choir started singing, “Love is in the air…” Before Amanda could say anything, Tracy made light of it all by saying, “Are you trying to tell us we’ve been voted the best actor and actress here?”

Amanda threw Tracy a thankful glance before she picked up her gear. She needed to get out of there—fast.

****

“You’ve got some explaining to do, miss.” Amanda insisted.

Carolyn crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Me? What do you mean? She innocently asked.

“You know full well.” Amanda tried to use a firm voice, “Now I know why you had that funny look on your face when we were talking about our parts. Are you by any chance trying your hand at a little match-making?”

“Oh, that.” For a mere second, Carolyn looked as if she might be slightly uncomfortable.

“Yes, that.”

“You two did a great job.”

“That’s not the point, Carolyn. You withheld some pretty important information.”

“And for good reason.” Carolyn put her hands on her hips. “I thought it would be better to just let it go and then you’d see it was a good fit.”

Amanda didn’t know whether to scream or laugh. “Okay, perhaps you’re right, but it doesn’t get you off the hook either.”

Carolyn shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Sorry?”

Amanda put her hand on her hip. “Is that a question?”

“It shouldn’t be, should it? But you two belong in those roles.”

“Why? Anyone could play Mary.”

“There wouldn’t be that special something you two have though.”

It was like a warning signal went off in her brain, dangerous water. “What do you mean? Granted, we have become good friends but that’s all.”

Holding up her hands in the air, Carolyn said, “Okay, whatever you say, but I’ve never seen you connect with any guy the way you do with Tracy.”

Amanda thought about that for a moment. Was it true? She brushed it off. “I guess because we’re with each other so much in school and then at church.”

“Or perhaps there really is that something special…”Carolyn let her sentence trail off.

Amanda didn’t want to face that possibility. “You’re going to make me nervous around him now.”

“Why?”

“Why, because I’m not going to be able to be myself around Tracy if I’m trying to find this ‘something special’ you’re so convinced of.”

Exasperated, Carolyn said, “I need to pray for you more.”

“Now what does that mean?”

“It means plain and simple, you need to let go and let God. You know what your problem is? You’re too comfortable.”

Thoughts of her conversation with Mrs. Howe suddenly popped into her mind. What’s with everyone lately? Me and God were doing just fine on our own, thank you very much! “There is nothing wrong with being content.” Amanda said defiantly. “That is what God wants us to be.”

“There is a difference between contentment and complacency.” Carolyn said before turning away.

****

Soft snow floated and danced down from the sky.

“Miss Manning?” Allie called as she ran from the swings.

Amanda looked into the girl’s dark brown eyes. “Yes, Allie?”

“I like to try to catch snowflakes on my tongue, do you?”

Amanda laughed as she watched the delighted little girl stick out her tongue. “I do,” she agreed.

Allie put her tongue back into her mouth and stood up tall. With a serious voice, she said, “My mom is getting a wedding ring from her boyfriend for Christmas.”

“Really? What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s okay.” She said in a very mature tone. She took hold of Amanda’s hand. “Are you getting a wedding ring this Christmas?”

“No.” Amanda shook her head. “Not me.”

“Humm...”

“What Allie?” Amanda waited, not quite knowing what to expect.

“I need to talk to Mr. Atkins.”

“No!” Amanda tried to soften her voice. “I mean…there is no need to do that, Allie. We’re not getting married.”

In a very matter-of-fact way, she said, “Oh, but you should.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because then you could live happily ever after.”

Amanda smiled at her logic. “Dear sweet, Allie,” she said as she ruffed up her hat. “That’s how it works in fairy tales, isn’t it?”

With big eyes, she eagerly nodded her head.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Allie took a step in closer.

In a loud whisper, she said, “I don’t need that kind of fairy tale ending. I’m happy just the way I am.”

“I don’t know why.” Allie’s big brown eyes held a look of disappointment. All of a sudden they sparkled as she announced. “Then he will be the prince I marry when I grow up.”

Amanda tried her best not to laugh. “That’s quite a lofty goal.”

Allie rolled her eye. “I know. Growing up takes forever .”

Amanda looked at her watch. “Well, recess is almost over. We’re going to be heading inside to make some plans.”

“Plans for what?”

“We’re going to celebrate December.” With an enthusiastic voice, Amanda said, “We’ve got some great books to read and fun things to do.”

“I’ll be first in line.” Allie said as she ran to the sidewalk.

****

The night of the Christmas play arrived. Both the excitement and nervousness of the cast could be felt backstage. Some people were pacing back and forth, while others were talking briskly in loud whispers to fellow cast members. Amanda stood behind the side curtain and watched the people enter the church. Tracy came up behind her and asked, “Do you have any jitters yet?”

Amanda turned to Tracy and looked over his entire costume. Trying not to smile she said, “Surprisingly, not yet. But, I guess you are, huh?”

“How did you know?”

Why’d he have to be so darned cute? “Well, it was a pretty easy guess.” Amanda laughed. “You looked a little different at dress rehearsal yesterday.” She pointed to his legs.

Tracy’s face sported a shade of pink she had never seen before as he realized his red sweatpants were showing from under his Joseph robe and he was still wearing his socks. He hiked up the pants to hide them under the robe while murmuring, “How could I have forgotten to take off my socks?”

Amanda saw everyone gathering for a last minute prayer. “At least we caught it before you went out on stage. I don’t know if I could have held it together if I had seen it during the performance.” Tracy offered Amanda his hand. “Come on, let’s go join them for prayer.”

Amanda took his outstretched hand and enjoyed his closeness as they walked toward the group. “Sounds good.”

Carolyn greeted them as they joined the group. “Hey, guys, it’s about time.”

“Ten minutes!” April called out the warning.

“Okay. Folks, that means it’s time to pray.” As soon as the voices in the group grew quiet, Ben prayed, “Lord, we thank you for all the people who have come to hear the story of Your birth. I pray we would be a blessing to them. We ask for clarity of thought and action, but most importantly, we pray that all those watching would come to a fuller understanding of Your love for us. In Jesus name, Amen.”

As soon as the prayer ended, Carolyn turned to Amanda. “I’ve got to get a few final touches on my costume. I probably won’t have time to see you before April calls us to take our positions so…as they say in show business, break a leg.”

“Thanks. The same to you.”

April’s voice drifted backstage. “Elizabeth, Zechariah, and Mary…positions.”

“That’s me.” Amanda looked hesitantly into Tracy’s eyes.

Smiling at the apprehension he must have read in her expression, he gently said, “You are going to do fine. Relax and just have fun. Just do your best for the Lord.”

Taking a deep breath, Amanda nodded her head. “Right.”

****

The night held that special Christmas magic and the play went off without a hitch. Amanda thought she would be too keyed up to sleep a wink, but before she knew it, she was startled awake by the phone ringing beside her bed.

She answered in a groggy voice, “Hello?”

Carolyn’s cheerfulness boomed over the phone. “Hey there, you sleepy head, Merry Christmas! Aren’t you awake yet?”

Squinting her eyes, Amanda looked at her clock. She flopped back down on her pillow. “Ohhh…” Trying not to sound too frustrated, she said, “Um, Merry Christmas to you, too.” She couldn’t help but ask, “Carolyn, isn’t it a little early to be calling? I mean, it is only 4:30 in the morning.”

“I’m too excited to sleep. Your mom cooked up a great surprise. Do you want to know what your first Christmas present is now?”

“Sure, why not.” She said as she smoothed her hair back out of her face.

“Hold on to your jammies because this is a big one.” Carolyn giggled at her own eagerness. “My chauffeur and I will be by in two short hours to pick you up and drive us to your parents’ place so we can be there for Christmas morning, just like old times.”

Amanda sat up in her bed fully awake. “Two hours?” Surprised, she asked in a delighted voice, “You’re going with me? Wow! I just talked to her yesterday and she didn’t mention a word of this to me. I didn’t think she was expecting me until dinner.”

Carolyn laughed again. “I know, isn’t it great? I won’t be able to stay over like you, but I can join you for today.” Carolyn took a breath and then said, “She took pity on me because she knew I wasn’t able to make it home for the holidays this year. Your mom wanted to surprise you with a couple of your friends spending Christmas with you.”

Amanda felt a tingle run up and down her spine. “Um, did you say a few friends?”

Carolyn tried to dodge the issue. “No, not really. I said a couple. As in two…you know.”

“Okay, out with it. I’m working on just three hours of sleep here. Who else is going?”

Hesitantly, Carolyn said, “Well, you see, Tracy didn’t have anywhere…”

Amanda didn’t hear the rest. She covered her face with her pillow and counted to ten. She tried so hard to be diligent about keeping Tracy at a safe distance, but it seemed like there were others equally determined to foil her plans. Returning to the phone, she said, “Carolyn, I know you and Mom only have his best interest at heart. However, did you stop to think about the field day that Albert is going to have with him?”

“Oh, not really. I didn’t even think of Albert…”

Rolling her eyes, Amanda said, “Oh, boy. Just do me a favor please…keep Albert as far away from Tracy as you can.”

Carolyn’s quick response was, “Speaking of Tracy, good grief, he is going to be here in an hour and a half to pick me up. I’ve got to run now. We’ll be by your place around seven or a little before. See you real soon.” Amanda was left hanging with a dead phone line buzzing in her ear.

Amanda glaced at her clock. Almost quarter to five . She turned on her side. Might as well try to catch a few more minutes of sleep. After all , I am going to need all my wits about me and then some for this Christmas day!

It surprised her that by the time Carolyn and Tracy were to arrive she actually felt excited, rather than anxious, about the day ahead of her . It must be the magic of the holiday. Whatever it is… she knew this day was a blessing so she prayed, Thank you, Lord, for being willing to be born as a babe into this world. Thank you also, Lord, for the blessing of family and friends and that I am able to celebrate Your birth with them. May my thoughts be centered on You today. Amen.

Glancing out her window she saw a white wonderland. Peace and contentment settled over her like a warm blanket. It was then that she spotted the famous gray car pulling into her driveway. Her eyes widened in surprise as she watched Tracy bound out of the car and run up her front steps. He opened her door with just the briefest of knocks. A few stray snowflakes were resting in his hair. His bright, dimpled grin made him even more handsome than usual. Clearly delighted to see her, he looked deeply into her eyes and softly said, “Merry Christmas, Amanda.”

Without thinking, Amanda put her hand up to brush the snowflakes out of Tracy’s hair. She stopped herself before her hand made contact with his hair as it dawned on her what she was about to do. What would it feel like to run her fingers through his hair? She felt the heat rise to her checks at the mere thought of such an intimate touch. A bit awkwardly, she put her hand through her own hair instead as she said, “And a Merry Christmas to you, too.”

Carolyn came through the door just in time to relieve Amanda’s discomfort. Carolyn wrapped her friend in a huge bear hug. “Merry Christmas, again. I’m so glad your mom invited us.” She whispered in Amanda’s ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on Albert.” Looking at the packages by the door, she said, “Would you like a hand with these?”

She sent Carolyn a grateful look. “Thank you so much. It would be a great help.”

Carolyn caught Amanda’s double meaning. “No problem.”

****

Wiping her eyes from tears of laughter, Carolyn said, “And do you remember the gift you gave to Albert that caused quite the…um, should I say, fright?”

Tracy sat forward to listen.

“What’d ya mean?” Amanda inquired.

Albert put his arms across his chest. “You must be talking about the gift that took a few years off my life.”

Carolyn wore a knowing look. “That’s the one.”

Amanda finally caught on. She bit her lip so she wouldn’t start laughing before she turned to Tracy to explain. “I found, what I thought would be the perfect gift for Albert one year.”

“And she didn’t even wrap it.” Carolyn added.

Curious, Tracy asked, “What?”

In unison they replied, “A talking toilet!”

“A what?”

Albert put his hand over his eyes and shook his head. “It was something she rigged up to the toilet that when you sat down, it started speaking.” With a deep voice, he mimicked the machine. “Ho, ho, ho! Oh, are ya leavin’ me a present?” With a teasing glint in his eye, he glanced at Amanda before saying to Tracy, “If I were you, I’d think twice about getting too close to her.”

Amanda’s dad caught the tail end of what Albert was saying as he came in with a tray of hot apple cider. Rescuing Amanda, he said, “Well, now, I think that’s enough story telling. How about singing some Christmas songs before we open our presents?”

Amanda sent her dad an appreciative glance. “What a great idea. How about, ‘It Came Upon A Midnight Clear’ ?”

Mrs. Manning walked over to the piano and started playing the beginning chords.

****

Amanda sat down next to the fireplace to watch her parents open up the last of their Christmas presents. Sighing contentedly, she knew she would remember this special Christmas for a long time. She felt a hand touch her shoulder. Tracy bent down and handed her a present, “I wanted to get you a little something.”

“But Tracy, we exchanged gifts at school.”

“I know.” Tracy kneeled down beside her. He took her hand into his. “But you and your family have given me another gift. This whole day has been one.”

Amanda enjoyed the warmth of his fingers intertwined with hers. Perhaps a little too much. She pulled her hand gently away and fumbled with the paper on her present.

Albert called, “Hey look, she’s been holding one back. Saving the best for last?” He sent Tracy a knowing grin.

“I’m not sure about that, but I have a few gifts to give as well.” Tracy reached into his bag and pulled them out. “Not necessarily the best, but they are the last.”

“You open up yours first, Amanda.” Her mother suggested.

Amanda turned the small box over and continued to unwrap the paper. Lifting the lid, she saw a pretty gold heart shaped charm and necklace nestled in white cotton lining. Amanda’s breath caught as she glanced up at Tracy. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He whispered close to her ear.

Their eyes locked for a moment. Albert broke the spell. “Ah ha! I thought we might have a Romeo here…” Getting down on his knees in front of his sister, he put his hand over his heart and dramatically said in a high voice, “Oh, Romeo…Oh, Romeo…where forth art thou Romeo?”

Amanda playfully swatted Albert. “Cut it out, Al!” Teasing him back, she said, “Perhaps you should be taking notes?”

“Touché!” Carolyn applauded. “We don’t exactly see any girls hanging off your arms.”

Albert considered that for a moment. “Guess you got me there.” He held out his arm to her. “Would you care to?”

Carolyn snorted, “Not on your life, mister. I know you too well.”

Albert shrugged his shoulder.

Tracy cleared his throat and stepped over to Albert and his parents, giving them all identical boxes.

“This really was not necessary, Tracy.” Mrs. Manning said as she took the present he offered.

“I know, but it’s always nice to give gifts.”

By this time, Mr. Manning had his unwrapped. “Wow. This is one huge mug. Yummy, it’s filled with candies and gourmet hot chocolate.” He held it up for everyone to see. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Thanks again for having me over.”

“I’m glad that you came, Tracy. Please come back anytime.”

Tracy nodded. “I might take you up on that.”

Carolyn opened her gift and pulled out an apple shaped basket with an apple scented candle in it. “I love it, Tracy. I think I’ll put it on my kitchen table.”

Finally, the day had been spent. Everyone’s belly was filled and contentment stole over the group. Tracy turned to Mr. and Mrs. Manning. “Everything was wonderful. I know I’ve said it already, but I can’t tell you how much I appreciated you’re willingness to take in a stray for the day. I hate it to end, but we really should leave. As it is, it will be close to midnight when we get home.”

Amanda and Carolyn groaned in unison. Tracy started gathering all the belongings, leaving Amanda and Carolyn to say their good-byes. Albert walked out to the car with Tracy. After they loaded the things in the trunk, Albert said, “Tracy, you take care of that sister of mine, will you?”

Amanda walked out and heard Albert’s comment. “I can take care of myself, Albert,” she said while sending him a warning look.

Ignoring her, he continued, “You are the only the man she’s brought home since she’s been home from college.”

“Albert!”

Carolyn took over. “Your mom said I could invite Tracy since he’s away from home this year so… back off.”

Albert laughed. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I have three mothers instead of one.” Holding his hands up in mock surrender, he said, “Okay, okay, I get the picture.” He shrugged his shoulders and said directly to Tracy, “Don’t give up. Under that rough exterior, my sister is a real gem.”

Tracy waved and said softly over the roof of the car. “Giving up never crossed my mind.”

Amanda could just make out the words Tracy said, and as the sound resonated within her mind, her insides felt like she was nearing the summit of a roller-coaster ride. The excitement of something unknown just ahead, but still out of sight.

Albert’s face lit up as he chuckled and gave Tracy a thumbs-up sign. “Catch ya around!”

Meanwhile, Carolyn got in the car and leaned out the window to talk to Amanda, “I hope you have a great time with your folks.”

“I’m sure we will and thanks for everything. Have a safe trip,” Amanda said before scurrying onto the walkway to stand by her parents.

Amanda smiled brightly and waved a final good bye to Tracy. I think my whole family including me, could really get used to having Tracy around. She quietly sighed, What am I going to do?

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Eight

January

The warm smells of winter cooking filled Carolyn’s modern kitchen. “Nothing like a good pot of black-eyed peas and rice to celebrate New Year’s Eve.” Carolyn rubbed her hands together in anticipation of the meal to come.

Amanda laughed. “I know this is a family tradition for you, but where did it ever come from?”

Placing the big bowl of peas on the table, she said, “It’s a southern dish, and while I don’t actually have any roots there, it was something that was passed down from a friend of my mother’s.” With a reminiscing gleam in her eye, she added, “I’ve had this meal for New Year’s Eve as long as I can remember. It just wouldn’t be the same without it.”

“Hear, hear!” said Amanda as she dug into the rice and put a heaping spoonful on each plate. “So, have you made any New Year’s resolutions for this year?”

Carolyn grinned. “I knew you were going to ask that. Yes, I have, but I’ve decided not to tell you what they are until next year.”

Amanda rested her elbow on the table as she inquired, “Why?”

“Before we go into that, can we say grace?” Carolyn fidgeted with her napkin. “Sitting here with this wonderful aroma is enough to tempt a saint.” Amanda bowed her head in response. “Dear Lord,” Carolyn prayed, “Thank you for this food and for our friendship. May we grow closer to each other in this coming year, but more importantly, may we grow closer in our relationship to You, Father. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”

As they dug in, Amanda asked once again, “So, why the secrecy for your resolutions?”

Carolyn put her fork down and said, “Well, it’s like this. Every year I tell you my resolutions, and every year, I never keep them. So, I figured this year I wouldn’t tell you until the end, so if they never come to be, you’d never know.”

Amanda laughed. “Well, I decided not to make any resolutions this year. Instead, I’m making life goals.” Swallowing another bite, she added, “It sounds more palatable. It’s just little steps to a bigger change.”

“Hey, maybe you’ve got something there.” Carolyn nodded in agreement. “The more I think about it, the more I like it.” After a moment’s silence, she asked, “So what changes do you want to make?”

Amanda didn’t even have to think about it as she said, “There are a few things, not in the order of importance, of course, but the first is I want to eat healthier. The second is I want to live a life that would be pleasing to God in all aspects. And the last thing, I want to be more dependent on the Lord and less on myself. Pretty tall order, huh?”

“Yep, but like you said, take small steps and before you know it, you’ll be striding.”

The evening’s celebration went by quickly. After they cleaned up from supper, they pulled out a board game. The girls munched on popcorn and had a nice chat about nothing in particular when suddenly they realized, they had just enough time to flip on the television to watch the ball drop to usher in the New Year.

“Happy New Year, Carolyn!”

“Happy New Year, Amanda!” The girls shouted in chorus.

Turning off the television, Amanda said, “I have a feeling God has something very special in store for us this year.”

Carolyn quickly replied, “I do, too. I feel like my slate is clean. It’s a new year.” She looked up to the ceiling as she prayed, “May we follow wherever You lead.”

“Amen!” Amanda agreed.

The doorbell rang and the girls exchanged puzzled looks. Amanda looked through the peephole and gasped in surprise.

“Who is it?” Carolyn asked joining Amanda.

Amanda threw open the door and was greeted with a vase full of flowers. “Happy New Year!” Grinning behind the bouquet, Tracy announced, “I came to crash the party.”

“Happy New Year to you, too. By all means, come on in.” Amanda invited. “I thought you said you had plans for tonight.”

“I did; it was to surprise you. Did it work?”

“Tracy, you missed the best part...” Carolyn called from the couch, “the food.”

He took his other hand from behind his back and held out the bag. “Well, I hope you’re not too full, because I brought some of the best Chinese food you’ve ever tasted.”

Holding onto her stomach, Amanda said, “Good thing we didn’t make those resolutions, isn’t it, Carolyn?”

Taking the bag from Tracy’s hands, Carolyn added, “Sure is.”

****

“Mom, I honestly think January is one of the most time consuming months of the whole year.” Amanda tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear as she sat down.

“Why is that?”

Amanda looked at the folders spread out on her kitchen table. “This is when all the students in the Special Education Department need to have their Individual Education Plan reviewed and updated. Not to mention the progress reports and new goals for each student which Tracy and I need to write for the rest of the year…”

“That does sound like a lot. Keep it up and you’ll be just like your dad.”

Amanda, knowing she was on her parent’s speakerphone where her dad could hear, laughed. “Even I’m not that busy, Mom!”

“Gee, listening to you two talk, you’d think I was a workaholic or something,” her dad replied.

Mrs. Manning sighed, “Well, sometimes I do wonder about that, dear.”

Amanda returned to the former topic. “What makes it even more difficult is, in the case of all fourth graders, the staff from our school and the middle school needs to meet and look at each student and his or her need.”

“Have you started on that yet?”

“Yes. Tracy and I sat down with the study team to begin the review process of all the fourth graders last week. Mom, for some of these kids, like Joey for instance…it’s so fun to look at the progress he’s made. And, even though this is a lot of work, it’s well worth it.”

“Well, then hang in there. Before you know it, next month will be here.”

“I know. Well, I guess I should get back to work here.”

“Okay, honey. I’ll talk to you again in a few days. Amanda…”

“Hum?”

“Do you ever regret not quitting your job?”

Without hesitation, Amanda said, “No, Mom, and I thank God every day that Carolyn encouraged me to continue.”

“Good, I’m glad. I love you, honey.”

“I love you, too, Mom. Bye.”

****

A new morning dawned and Amanda pushed the alarm button on her clock. She raised her hand and pushed back her curtain. Looking out her window, she saw big fluffy snowflakes drift down in the early morning sky. Sighing, she sat up and got out of bed while thinking about the foot and a half of old snow already plowed into the banks. Amanda walked to the living room and took a good look out the window. An inch or two of new snow covered the ground. She flipped on the radio and proceeded to make a cup of tea. The weather forecast predicted a heavy snowfall. They had already placed a winter storm warning advisory which was in effect through late afternoon. I wonder how the superintendent is going to call today. I hope he decides to cancel school .

Amanda put a call into the school to see if a message had been left on the answering machine. She drummed her fingers on the countertop as she waited. No message. I guess we’re on for today. Better get moving then. It will probably take me a while to get to school .

When she finally made it to the school, one bus had already arrived. Tommy was jumping up and down. “Do you see it? Do you see it?”

You could feel the excitement in the air. “Do you mean the snow?”

“Yes!”

Smiling, she said, “Oh, I do and it’s beautiful when it’s fresh. Don’t you think so?”

Tommy bobbed his head up and down. “Can we go outside?”

Amanda walked over to her desk and put her book bag down behind the chair. “I can’t promise you that, Tommy.” He looked so disappointed that she quickly retracted the statement. “How about if we design snowman out of cotton balls on some construction paper while we wait for the rest of the class?”

“Sure, that’s a great idea,” he said as he bounded off to the worktable.

Tracy walked in the door, brushing snowflakes off of his coat. “What a crazy day.”

Amanda put her tongue in her cheek so she wouldn’t laugh. “I have the strangest feeling you haven’t even a clue.” She gestured with her head to where Tommy and a few other friends gathered around the construction paper.

“That’s mine.” Tommy yelled.

Grabbing the bag of cotton balls back, Abigail said, “No. It’s mine!”

Tracy walked over and cleared his throat. “Is there a problem here?”

“She…”

“He…”

Tracy held up his hand. “You both know our classroom rules. These things are for everyone to share. Do you think you can do that or shall we find something else to do?”

Abigail looked sheepishly at Tracy. “We’ll share, Mr. Atkins.”

Ruffling up her hair, he smiled and said, “Good job, Abigail.”

Ten minutes later, Amanda decided to start with the morning greeting before she totally lost control of the energized little bodies. “Okay class, I know everyone’s not here yet, but let’s have a seat in our circle.” Amanda turned to Tracy and lowered her voice. “Are you up to the challenge?”

With his eyebrow raised, he looked around at all the children. “I’ll let you know after the day is over.”

Amanda laughed. “That’s about how I’m feeling right now, too.” Taking a deep breath, she clapped her hands three times to get their attention.

About mid-morning, the class phone rang. Tracy answered the phone, and after he hung up, approached Amanda. Softly, he said, “They’re calling an early dismissal.”

Little Abigail overheard the tail-end of what Tracy said. Jumping up and down, she shouted to the class, “We’re going home early…we’re going home early. Hooray!”

Bedlam erupted as Amanda tried to settle everyone down. “Joey,” Amanda put her hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Would you please go sit down?” Looking at the other students, she said, “We will not discuss this until we have everyone’s attention.” After waiting a few minutes, the room became quiet. Amanda took a deep breath and addressed Tracy. “Now, Mr. Atkins, would you please tell us what the front office said?”

Tracy took a step toward the group of children. “The snow has been falling quicker than the news report had anticipated this morning. The school’s office decided to call the bus garage and have the buses come pick you up. So, what does this all mean? We get to have a snow day after all. The buses will be here in about a half an hour.” Tracy pointed to the supplies, “Until they arrive, I would like you all to draw for us on a piece of paper what you will plan on doing once you get home.”

The children quickly started shuffling papers and grabbing the crayons off the shelf to get busy on their projects. Amanda looked at Tracy. “I’m glad they called the buses in. It looks like it’s getting pretty slick out there in the parking lot.”

Tracy nodded. “I thought the same thing about two hours ago.”

****

Finally, the buses had all been loaded and the classroom cleaned up for the day. Amanda and Tracy walked out to their vehicles together. Tracy opened Amanda’s door for her and asked for her snow scraper. Amanda thankfully handed it out to him as she tried to start her truck. She turned the key in the ignition to no avail. She tried several times, but the truck was not going to budge. Amanda got out of her car. “I can’t get it started, Tracy.”

“Here,” Tracy reached for her keys. “Let me give it a try.” He climbed in and tried with the same results. “I think your battery is dead. How old is it?”

Amanda shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t really know. Do you think you could give it a jump?”

Tracy looked over at his car and then up at the sky. “I could, but why don’t you let me give you a lift home for now. We’ll come back after this snow stops. By the time we dig out both cars and get yours jumped, we could have another few inches at the rate this snow is falling.”

She saw the wisdom of his statement. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“I’m certain.”

As they settled into the car, she put her hands up to the heater vents and rubbed them together. “This has been a crazy winter so far. I hope it won’t be getting any worse.”

Tracy grinned, “I’ve been enjoying it. Where I grew up, we didn’t get a snowstorm like this often. Besides, I wouldn’t have had the chance to drive you home if it weren’t for this white stuff.” He glanced at her. “Yep, I could get used to this.”

Amanda blushed. She didn’t know if he was referring to getting used to the snow or getting used to driving her around. I wonder what it would be like… She deliberately dodged her mental musings by trying to find a radio station with decent reception. She finally found one playing the ‘oldies’. The remainder of the ride went quickly as they sang along to the old songs.

All too quickly her house was in sight. “Thanks so much for the lift,” Amanda ventured.

“No problem. I’ll give you a call tomorrow before I swing by to pick you up.”

“Are you sure?” Amanda questioned. “I could always call Carolyn for a ride.”

Tracy quickly answered, “No, that’s okay. If I get here early enough, I can park in front of your car so after school it will be easy to jump your battery.” Looking around again, he said, “That is, if we have school.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. You sure you don’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t be offering if I did.”

Amanda reached for the door handle. “I know this may seem old-fashioned, but would you give me a call when you get home so I know you got there safely?”

Tracy laughed. “I’ll give you a ring. Thanks for caring. I’ll take it nice and easy.” As she slid out of the car, he said, “Would you like me to see you to the door?”

Amanda waved him away. “No, I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

Tracy waited until she unlocked her door. He rolled down the passenger window and called out, “Bye.”

Amanda waved from her front door and watched him drive away. She offered up a quick prayer. “Lord, please give him safe traveling mercies. And safety to this heart of mine!”

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Nine

February

Amanda and Carolyn sat in the teachers’ break room for lunch, sipping cups of coffee. Carolyn looked up from the magazine she had been flipping through. “So, what do you think about the activity Ed is planning for the college and career group?”

Amanda glanced at her friend before looking back down at the paper she had been reading. She shrugged, “Well, I know he’s been working on it and talking it up since Christmas so I think he’ll have a good turnout.”

Carolyn took the newspaper out of Amanda’s hand. “You’re not answering my question.” Amanda went to take her newspaper back as Tracy entered the room. Carolyn signaled for him to join them. Raising her voice so he could hear her from the doorway, she said, “I’m trying to drag out of Amanda what she thinks about our college and career group activity at the Church for Valentine’s Day, but I’m not getting too far.”

Tracy took the seat Carolyn had offered. “Are you planning on going, Amanda?”

Carolyn cut her off. “Of course, she’s going. We haven’t missed one since we’ve been out of college.”

“Well, there you have it.” Amanda shrugged her shoulder. “Tradition mandates.”

“I can’t wait. I think it’s a fantastic idea.” Carolyn said in an excited voice. “The only place I’ve ever heard of ‘Box Socials’ was in reading one of those old prairie novels.”

Tracy’s eyes sparkled like a little boy’s. “Well, if nothing else, I heard all the proceeds go to our Church’s missionaries. I thought that was a great way to involve our College and Career Group in missions.”

Carolyn swatted his shoulder. “Oh come on, you two. Sure, raising money for the missionaries is great, but you are missing out on the best part. Where is your sense of romance? I love the suspense of it.” The class bell rang. Carolyn grabbed her gear and pitched her coffee cup in the trash. Walking toward the door, she called over her shoulder, “Two bumps on a log, are what you guys act like sometimes.”

Tracy chuckled “I was looking forward to her response.”

“I could tell that from the look on your face. Sometimes you’re such a tease.”

“You two seem to bring out that quality in me.”

“Humm.” Amanda nodded. “Doing the old Adam finger-pointing, huh?”

Tracy rewarded her with a hearty laugh as he helped gather her things. “All kidding aside, Carolyn’s pretty intense about this particular activity, isn’t she?”

Amanda slipped her garbage in the can as they left the room together. “I guess you should know her well enough by now. When she wants to do something, she gives it a hundred percent…plus.” They began walking down the hall to meet up with the class. “Woe to anything that steps in her path.”

Allen was the first in line. “Hey there, Allen, how was your lunch?” Amanda’s thoughts quickly turned from the college and career event to the present.

****

However, it was on Tracy’s mind. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. When the day ended and the children left, Tracy approached Amanda about it. Tracy caught her off guard. “So, what is your box going to look like?”

Amanda looked up from the papers she was marking. “Pardon me?”

“For the Box Social.”

Amanda put her pen down and chuckled. “Oh, we’re back to that.” With a shrug of her shoulder she said, “Well, I think it’s kind of an unwritten rule that no one’s supposed to know what your box looks like. That’s part of the fun.”

Tracy put his arms across his chest. “That might be so, if you weren’t interested in one particular box.” He watched her intently. “So, what’s your box going to look like?”

Amanda swallowed hard. “Any particular reason you’re so interested in my box?”

This was too good of an opportunity to miss. “Quite frankly, it’s not so much your box that I’m interested in, but you.”

Amanda bit on her lower lip before softly saying, “I wish you hadn’t said that.”

He reached for her hand and pulled her over to stand next to him. He sat on the corner of her desk so he could look directly into her eyes as he said, “I’m sorry. I kind-of threw that at you.” Wanting her to know he understood her feelings, he continued, “I know you have it in your head that to date a co-worker is not a good idea, and to be honest with you, up until this point, I would have agreed. But that was before I met you.” He cocked his head to the side. “So, would you like me to quit this job?”

Amanda tried to hide her grin as she turned her head away. She took a few steps away from him and cleared her throat nervously. “No, you don’t have to quit on my account. I really do enjoy being with you. I think you are a wonderful person and I’ve come to care a great deal about you, but I’m just not sure about taking it further than that.”

Seeing her hesitate, he asked, “Just because you agree to one date, doesn’t mean you’re stuck with me for life.”

Amanda shook her head; “I really don’t know what to say.”

Suddenly, an idea came to Tracy. “Okay, how’s this? If I pick your box at the social, then you’ll let me take you on a date the following week.” Seeing her smile, he added, “If I don’t pick your box, I’ll do my best not to ask you on another date until…” rolling his eyes, he said, “June fourteenth. That, I believe, is the last day of school. What do you say?”

Amanda couldn’t help but laugh at his persistence. They were both equally surprised when she said, “Okay, okay, it’s a deal.”

Tracy jumped off the corner of the desk. “Great!”

As they were getting ready to leave the room, Tracy asked, “So, where would you like to go on our first date?”

Amanda stopped in her tracks. “Whoa, wait a minute there, bud. You have to win my box first. And if you do, then we’ll discuss it.” Giving him a sly look, she added, “You know there is a chance you won’t get my box.”

Grinning at Amanda, Tracy said, “Ahh, a small detail, that’s all it is. I’ll be picking your box. Count on it!”

Amanda shook her head. “Um, could you remind me what exactly it is that I like so much about you?”

Tracy gave her a saucy look like one her brother would have given her. She laughed. “I was only teasing.” She held up a white tissue and waved it in the air. “Forgiven?” she questioned.

“Yes, I’ll forgive you this time.” Trying to act dignified, he pulled at his shirt collar and said, “But if you try that again, I’ll give you a typed list of all my finer qualities.”

“Oh, I better get out of here before I get myself into more trouble with comments like that.”

****

Valentine’s Day arrived much to the excitement of the college and career group. The church basement was transformed into a country picnic ground. Ed, the special activities coordinator heading up this Valentine Box Social, went out of his way to make it look as authentic as possible. Picnic tables had been brought in from the storage sheds. Bright red and white checked tablecloths were draped on them. A vase of fresh flowers graced each table. As Amanda glanced around the room, she chuckled to herself when she saw what was in the corners of the room. Ed had found some fake trees from somewhere. A colorful blanket was spread around each tree base. Tugging on Carolyn’s sleeve, she motioned to them and said, “I wonder where in the world he found those trees!”

Carolyn took a quick look and commented, “They look like some old Vacation Bible School props to me.” Doing her own survey of the room, she added, “This place looks great. Who would have ever guessed there was almost a half a foot of snow outside those doors?”

Amanda and Carolyn placed their wrapped baskets in large black garbage bags on the long table with the others. After everyone arrived, they were going to unwrap all the bags and put them on display before the bidding started. Amanda turned away from the table and glanced around. Tracy caught her eye from the back of the room. She gave him a quick smile before turning toward Carolyn to hear what she was saying.

Carolyn had spotted Tracy a moment before Amanda and was commenting to her friend, “You know, he sure is one good looking man.” His burgundy polo and black jeans accentuated his lean build and height. “It’s a shame I had to throw in the towel where he’s concerned.”

Amanda looked at Tracy and then back again at Carolyn. With a questioning look, she asked, “What’d ya mean?”

“It’s time you faced it,” Carolyn sighed. “I don’t have a chance for anything more than friendship where Tracy is concerned. My head told me that since almost the beginning, but my heart knew it at Christmas when I saw you two together. There is something special there between you two. He’s not like Troy you know.”

Amanda could feel her face start to flush. She remembered pouring her heart out to Carolyn about the one man she thought she had loved while she was in college. “Oh, well, I…um…”

Carolyn cut her off short. Smiling at her friend, she said, “Really, it’s okay. The writing is all over the wall. So, don’t you dare try to hide anything from me.” She squeezed Amanda’s hand. “I think you are both very special people. It would be great to see you get together.” Before Amanda could put in a word edgewise, Carolyn nudged her with an elbow. To lighten up their conversation, she said, “Besides, see that fellow who just came in. I think his name might be Jim. He came to the last college and career meeting.” Amanda looked toward the door to see whom she was talking about. “He has beautiful teeth.”

Amanda let out a huge roar of laughter. Carolyn turned to her with an innocent school girl expression. Between the fits of laughter, Amanda somehow managed to get out, “Will you never cease to amaze me?” The speaker crackled as the announcer Ed stood on the platform. As the girls looked at him standing by the table, they saw that all the baskets were unwrapped.

“Welcome, folks.” Ed rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the night that was to follow. Pointing at the table to his right, he said, “As you can see, we have quite the array of baskets here.” He looked out over the crowd. “Fellows, no one is going home disappointed tonight. The smells coming over here from those baskets are tantalizing, to say the least.”

Ed motioned to his left side. “Ladies, if you will kindly join me up front.” As the ladies started shuffling forward, Ed continued, “As your basket is called, would you please come join the gentleman who bought it. As a side note, seating is on a first come, first served basis.”

They anxiously stood waiting as bidding drew closer. “Please remember to be generous with your bids. The money raised here tonight will be sent to the church’s local and overseas mission workers.” With that said, he picked up the first basket. “Okay, let’s get to it.”

Ed went through the first ten baskets or so while Amanda enjoyed watching the faces in the group around her. Some of the guys were as nervous, if not more so, than the girls. Amanda leaned over toward Carolyn. “Why is everyone so uptight tonight?”

“Because, they know how to get into the spirit of things.”

Amanda looked closely at Carolyn to see what lay behind her words. She’s nervous. I can’t believe it, but she’s actually as nervous as the rest of them! Amanda had to hide her grin, as she looked at the next basket to be auctioned. It was beautifully done. The basket was wrapped in pale yellow cloth with soft lavender flowers. Where have I seen that pattern before? Looking around the room gave her no clue until she turned toward Carolyn.

Carolyn was talking to one of the girls next to her. Amanda almost choked on the gum she was chewing as she spotted the match. Nudging her friend, she said, “Trying to be subtle, huh?”

Knowing exactly what Amanda was talking about; Carolyn reached up to her homemade ponytail holder. It was done in the same material as her basket. “Yeah, well I figured a little clue as to whose basket it was wouldn’t hurt anything.”

“Sold! For thirty dollars to number fifteen.” Carolyn grabbed Amanda’s hand and gave it a squeeze. Time seemed to stand still for both women as they looked around the group of men. Jim, the fellow Carolyn had pointed out earlier had a smile from ear to ear, showing his perfect teeth. Carolyn let go of Amanda’s hand and took a step forward.

Carolyn turned to Amanda before joining him and said, “See, you never know what can happen if you put a little effort into something.”

Amanda gave her a push toward the table. “Have fun and call me later to tell me about your night!”

The group of girls was getting smaller. There were five or so left standing with Amanda. It seemed to her that some of Carolyn’s nervousness had rubbed off on her as Ed picked up her basket and began the auctioning process. “We have a ‘honey’ of a basket here.”

Amanda shifted from foot to foot and quickly glanced at Tracy who was looking questioningly at Amanda. She had fun making her basket. Using an old picnic basket she had bought at a yard sale last spring, she covered the lid of the wicker basket with batting and fabric she purchased at the craft store. As soon as she saw the material, she had fallen in love with it. It had little honeybees with tiny honey pots. She finished her basket by covering the bottom of the basket with a golden yellow and green plaid fabric. For an extra special touch she had added two little wooden honeybees dangling from twine that she tied to the basket’s handle.

Ed continued on, “Do I have ten, ten, ten… Do I have eight, eight, eight…Do I have seven, seven, seven…Do I have five, five, five…Do I have three, three, three” Amanda’s throat felt dry. No one was bidding on her basket. Finally, someone from the back of the room that Amanda didn’t know raised his hand. “I see three. Do I have five…five…? I see five.” Amanda closed her eyes tight so she didn’t have to look. Do I have nine, nine…” To Amanda, the bidding process appeared to go on for an infinite amount of time, but finally, she heard the words “Sold.” Amanda was so relieved that she didn’t even pay attention to the rest, “For forty-five dollars to number ten.” The room exploded in applause, as it was the highest selling basket of the evening.

Amanda felt her face flush when she realized she didn’t even know who purchased her basket. As she approached Ed, she whispered to him, “Who bought my basket?”

Ed gave her a patient smile. “It was sold to number ten.” Seeing her blank look, he explained, “Tracy is number ten, Amanda.”

Amanda knew her face was flushed before but now it felt like it was burning up. She said a soft “Thank you” to Ed as she took her basket. Turning away from him, a flood of emotions hit her. She felt relieved and yet intimidated at the same time. Relieved because the auction part was over, intimidated because of what it might mean for the near future.

As Amanda approached Tracy, he met her halfway and offered to take the basket from her. Smiling down at her, he said, “I knew this one had to be yours. I’m so glad I kept at it.”

“How did you know?” Amanda wondered aloud.

Tracy laughed. “I think every person in the room knew this particular basket was yours. Your face was pretty telling. Between that and your not being able to stay still for two seconds, well…” Tracy winked at her, “Besides, it’s a fitting theme for you. You’re as sweet as honey.”

Feeling flustered, she took her basket back. “Where would you like to sit? There aren’t very many spaces left.”

Tracy looked around and saw what she was saying was true. Wanting to make Amanda feel comfortable, he offered, “It looks like there might be room for two more over there by Carolyn and Jim. Do you think she would mind if we joined them?”

For the first time since her basket was up for auction, Amanda felt like she could breathe again. “I don’t think she would mind at all.”

****

Amanda could hear the phone ring from the shared basement laundry room. She ran up the stairs to see if she could reach the phone before the answering machine picked up. A little out of breath, she answered, “Hello?”

“Hi, Amanda.” At the sound of Tracy’s voice, she sat down on a stool in the kitchen. “It’s Tracy.”

“Hi, Tracy. I knew it was you by your voice.” When he didn’t say anything right away, she asked, “What’s up?”

“It’s about our date.” Amanda’s heart did a flip-flop as he hesitantly continued, “I honestly would love nothing more than to get together with you this week as we had planned, but unfortunately, something has come up.”

Amanda felt surprisingly let down. Trying to cover her disappointment, she said, “Oh, that’s all right.”

She immediately felt better as she quickly heard him respond, “No, it’s not all right.” Sounding slightly frustrated, he said, “I’ll make it up to you though with an extra special night. I was looking through my calendar. It’s hard to believe the end of this week will be the twenty-sixth of February already.” Amanda turned her calendar page over to March to see what she had planned as he said, “Could we possibly postpone it until next week?”

“We have all of next week off for winter recess.” Not wanting to appear overly anxious, she waited for a moment before responding. “I was thinking about going to visit my family for a few days in there.” Amanda paused for a moment. “Actually, the first week of March would probably work best for me. How is it looking for you?”

“Looks good from over here. How about Friday, the seventh?”

With a smile, Amanda said, “I think that’s doable.”

“Great. I’ve got you written in my book now. If anything comes up, I’ll simply say, ‘I’m sorry; I can’t. I’ve got important plans.’ Does six-ish sound okay?”

“That sounds fine.” Amanda penciled in the date and time on her calendar as she slowly said, “Six-ish…I’ve got it.”

“Super. Thanks for being a sport. I’m really looking forward to this.”

Amanda said very shyly, “Thank you.” Almost too soft for him to hear, she continued, “so am I.”

Tracy let out a whoop over the phone. “I heard that, Amanda.” She could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “See ya at school tomorrow.”

“Yep…Good-bye.”

“Good-bye, Amanda.”

Amanda stared at the phone. What’s Your plan in all this, Lord? Amanda stood up and stretched her arms over her head. Sometimes, I wish I had personalized instructions sent directly from heaven for situations such as this . Chuckling over the thought of it, she prayed, Lord, I do have Your instructions. It’s in Your Holy Word. Help me to stay true to You in all areas of my life so, when decisions need to be made, they will be in accord with Your will! Amen.

****

I wonder how Carolyn’s date is going. She should be calling me soon; Amanda mused as she swirled her dustcloth around.

Just then, Carolyn tapped on the door and walked in. She strolled into the living room and plopped ungracefully onto the couch. With a dreamy look, she sighed, “Jim is so wonderful! We went ice-skating, out for pizza, and then we sat in his car and just talked as we watched the sun go down.” Sitting up straight on the couch, she said seriously, “We have tons in common.” She patted the couch beside her to invite Amanda to sit with her. “He’s very interesting.”

“Really?” Amanda tried to hide her smile.

With another faraway look, Carolyn went on, “Not to mention intelligent, loves the Lord, and likes cats. What more could a girl want?”

Amanda opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it as Carolyn continued, “Our conversation was awesome.” As if suddenly remembering once again that Amanda was in the room, Carolyn looked hesitantly at Amanda as she said, “I know you probably think I’m totally spaced, but I think he’s Mr. Right.”

“Whoa there. You’ve only known him two weeks.” Amanda said in a soft voice, “Don’t you think it may be a little early to tell if he’s the one that you want to commit your whole life to?”

Carolyn’s face fell. “You could be right but…” cheering up she said, “then again, so could I.”

Amanda consented. “I guess you’ve got me there.” She waved a video in her hand, “Would you like to watch ‘Anne of Green Gables’ with me?”

“Sure.” Looking toward Amanda’s kitchen, she asked, “Do you have any food around here?”

With a grin, Amanda said, “See that, you must not be in love. I’ve heard it said that when you’re in love you lose your appetite.”

Carolyn rolled her eyes. “Well, that might prove true with some.” Then as if a lightbulb went on, her face lit up. “In fact, I couldn’t eat but half of a slice of pizza earlier.”

Peering at to her friend, she asked, “Are you kidding me? You love pizza.”

Looking like a martyr, she sighed, “Don’t I know it! It just about killed me, but the cheese was real stringy and it kept on falling down my chin. I was so embarrassed.” Amanda did her best to maintain a straight face, as Carolyn continued seriously, “Take it from me, never go on a date to a pizza place.”

That was the end of it for Amanda. Unable to hold it in any longer, she burst out laughing. Gulping for air, she said, “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Ten

March

Amanda fidgeted from one foot to the other as she looked into her closet . What should I wear? All I know is, he said to wear something comfortable . Good grief, it’s just a date…why am I as nervous as a schoolgirl? Feeling frustrated with herself she sat down on her bed for a moment. She peeked at her clock and saw it was five already and she still had little splatters of paint from her late afternoon project. I’ve got to get moving here. Amanda closed her eyes tight and reached into her closet. As soon as she touched something she opened her eyes. It was her pale lilac angora sweater. “Well, that settles it.” She pulled out her lavender pants that went with the sweater beautifully. Just enough time for a quick shower .

Amanda put the finishing touches to her makeup as the doorbell rang. Her heels clickity-clacked on the wide wooden floor planks as she hurried to the front door. Okay, this is it.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. A huge bouquet of flowers practically filled the doorframe. Tracy peeked at her from behind them. She inhaled the fresh fragrance. “Wow, they’re gorgeous. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“This reminds me of when you stopped over on New Year’s.”

“Umm.” After a few seconds hesitation, he said, “You look very pretty.”

“Thanks.” Amanda softly said as she quickly surveyed Tracy and liked what she saw. He wore a dark green sweater with beige pants. “You look smart yourself.” Tracy smiled as Amanda invited him to come into the house with a wave of her hand. “I’m going to find a vase for these flowers. Would you like something to drink—coffee, tea, water—before we go?”

He followed her into the kitchen. “No thanks, we really don’t have time if we’re going to make our reservations.”

“Okay, I’ll just be a minute. By the way, when are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

Tracy smiled, “I want to keep it a surprise, but I will tell you that we are going to start out by going to Big Bill’s.”

Amanda licked her lips at the thought of a nice, juicy steak. “Sounds wonderful.” Grinning, she inquired, “Any hints as to where we’ll be headed after that?”

“Not even a tiny clue.” After Amanda put the flowers away, he asked, “Are you ready?”

“Let me just grab my coat and then I’ll be all set.” Amanda walked to the hall closet and took out her coat.

Tracy took it from her hand and helped her put it on. He tucked her hand under his elbow and led her to the door. It felt good to be cherished. She could get used to this.

“Let’s go then. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this evening forever.” Tracy said as he closed the door behind them.

Amanda was puzzled by how relaxed she felt after their initial greeting. In fact, Tracy was so much like his usual self during the ride that she had to keep reminding herself this was a date.

Tracy held the door for her at Big Bill’s. The smell of steak and onions greeted them and made her stomach growl. She looked up sheepishly at Tracy to see if he noticed.

He smiled back at her. “I know what you mean.”

She shrugged and looked around as the hostess asked how many in their party.

“Two, reserved under Atkins.” Tracy reached for Amanda’s hand while they were being led through the restaurant. His fingers, intertwined with hers, felt so good and so right. Like their hands belonged together. But then again, perhaps it was just the night, because everything took on a rosy hue. From the lights that looked like antlers to the made-to-look-real Southwest cactus decorations.

As soon as the hostess left, they took their seats and Tracy leaned forward. “I’m so glad you’ve given me the privilege to bring you here tonight.”

Amanda swallowed hard. “I don’t know what to say.”

“How about you’re welcome?”

Amanda bit her lip before she softly echoed, “You’re welcome.”

“There, now that wasn’t so hard was it?”

The waitress came with a basket of bread and two glasses of water, placing them down on the brown tabletop. “Can I start you folks with anything to drink?”

“This is fine for me.” Amanda said as she took as sip of the water, thankful for the diversion.

Tracy agreed. “Water is good for me, too.”

“Sure,” the waitress added, “I’ll give you a few minutes to pick what you would like from the menu and then I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks.”

As soon as the waitress left, Tracy said, “Do you know what you’d like?”

“Not yet, how about you?” Amanda asked as she glanced through the menu.

“I’m going to have the house specialty.”

“Um…that steak does sound good.” She murmured as she read the description. “I’ll try that, too.”

“Great,” Tracy reached for Amanda’s hand, “and since our waitress hasn’t arrived yet, would you like to say grace with me before we try this wonderful smelling bread?”

Amanda placed her hands into his. “Sure.”

Clasping her hands securely, he prayed, “Father, thank you for this time Amanda and I could spend together. Guide our footsteps and our conversation tonight, may it be honoring to You. Thank you for the food and the way you provide for us. Amen.”

“Amen.” Amanda softly replied as the waitress arrived.

“Have you decided yet?” The waitress asked, as she stood ready with her pad and pen.

“Yes, I believe we have.” Tracy’s words trailed off as he looked intently at Amanda.

The waitress caught the double meaning and laughed over Amanda’s flushed cheeks. “Perhaps I should start with you. What would you like, miss?”

“Um, I’ll have the house specialty, please.” She quickly said.

“The same for me as well.”

“Sure.” She said as she wrote. “How would you like to have that done?”

In unison they answered, “Medium.”

With a wink, she said to Amanda before turning away, “My mama always said it’s good to have things in common with your man.”

Amanda’s eyes grew wide and Tracy laughed. Amanda, seeing the twinkle in his eyes, joined his laughter.

****

The meal and the conversation in their cozy booth were delightful. Tracy took the last sip of water from his glass. “Let me settle this bill and then we need to go.”

Amanda looked at her watch. “Wow. Where’d the time go?”

Tracy only grinned in response.

“Where to next?”

“We’re going somewhere I think you’ll really enjoy. Or, at least I hope you will.”

Amanda grabbed her purse from the seat. “Oh, I’m sure I will. Besides, it not necessarily where we go that’s most important; it’s who you go with.”

Tracy winked, “I agree with you one hundred percent.” He picked up the bill. “I’ll be right back.”

Amanda rested against the seat and enjoyed the warm feeling of a full stomach and good company. Thank you, Lord, for Tracy and for showing me my fears were unfounded.

“Okay, are you all set?”

Amanda turned to Tracy. “You bet.” She grabbed her purse from the bench.

Tracy guided her to the door with his hand on the small of her back. “Let me get that door for you.”

“Thanks.” Amanda said as she walked out.

“My pleasure.”

After settling in the car, Tracy began to pull out of the parking space, “Have you ever been to see a National Choral Competition?”

Amanda looked up in surprise. “No, but I’ve always wanted to. Actually, I think the County College sponsors them every year. Have you ever been to one?”

“Yes, but only once. It was always one of our family’s traditions to hit at least one type of concert or another as a family every year.”

“That’s a great tradition.” After a few minutes of compatible silence, Amanda asked, “Do you miss seeing your family now that you live about ten hours away?”

“It’s been an adjustment, and I do miss them, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I know it’s not the same, but we keep in contact through e-mail and the phone.”

“The world is so much smaller now than ever before.”

Tracy hazarded a glance at Amanda as he drove closer to their surprise destination. “My family is coming to see my place this summer. I’d like you to meet them.”

Wow. He wants me to meet his family. “I’d love to.”

“Great! Well, here we are.” He turned into the college parking lot.

“You mean…”

Tracy grinned. “Tonight is the choral competition.”

Amanda clapped her hands together. “This is great.”

****

“It’s been an amazing night, Tracy.” Amanda said as they neared her home. “Not to mention…I would have never thought about seeing that wonderful choral performance. Everything has been marvelous.”

Tracy stopped the car in her driveway. “I’m glad you had a good time. I did, too.” He grinned. “Any regrets?”

Shrugging her shoulder, she said, “Just a small one.”

“What was that?” Tracy raised his eyebrow in question.

With a chuckle, she said, “That it took me so long to decide what to wear.”

Clearly relieved, Tracy muttered, “Amanda, you would look great in anything.”

Amanda was beginning to become uncomfortable. It was always so awkward saying good-bye after a first date. “Well, um, I guess I should be getting inside.” She reached for the door handle.

Tracy quickly exited the car and said, “I’ll get that for you.” Running around the side of the car he opened up her door.

Amanda didn’t quite know what to expect next. Would he try to kiss her? She looked into Tracy’s eyes and could feel her face grow warm. Tracy stood there smiling at her. How awkward. She needed to say something or do something…anything. “Um, would you like to come in for a hot drink or something?”

“I would love to, but,” Tracy looked down at his watch, “I think I better take a raincheck. It’s getting pretty late.”

“Okay, well…” Amanda found her keys and flipped through them until she got to her house key. Slowly, she said, “I guess this is it…” Tracy offered to take her key by holding out his hand. As Amanda gave her keys to him, their hands brushed. Amanda’s heart fluttered as butterflies began to dance in her stomach.

Tracy opened the door and turned back to Amanda. “I hope we will be able to do this again soon.”

“I’d like that, too.” Amanda softly replied.

Tracy put his hand around her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. “Thank you again, Amanda.” He let his hand drop and moved aside to let her into her house.

Amanda wasn’t sure what to say.

Tracy gave her another big smile, then said, “Good night.”

The weariness that she had felt disappeared like a vapor when she realized he had no expectations of a drawn out departure. So why did she feel a little let down?

“Night,” she muttered and gently closed the door. Could I be falling in love?

****

A week later, Amanda went to answer the doorbell. “Hey, Albert, you made it. Thanks for coming early to help me.”

“No problem.” Albert took off his sunglasses as he walked into the small mudroom. “So, what have you and Mom got fixed up for Dad this year?”

“I’m so excited. Come on in and I’ll show you.” Amanda walked into the living room that was strewn with large cardboard boxes.

“Good grief, it looks like a mess and the party hasn’t even started.”

Amanda ignored his remark and picked up one of the boxes. “Mom and I wanted this birthday to be extra special since it’s Dad’s 60th.”

“I figured that much.”

“Mom thought it would be fun to see old family films from when dad was young and we were growing up. For one of his gifts, she had all the old footage converted to DVD to help preserve them.”

“That’s a good idea, but what are these boxes for?”

“Well, that’s the fun part. We’re going to have the birthday party theme be a drive-in movie theater.”

Albert rolled his eyes. “Amanda, you’ve been teaching little kids for too long. This would be your crazy idea if I’m not mistaken.”

“Well,” Amanda ventured, “have you got a better one?” Albert just looked at her blankly. “Hum...I thought not. Come on, help me turn these boxes into cars.”

“Cars?” Albert looked at her incredulously.

“Yes, cars. Let’s make Dad’s look like an old Ford coupe.”

Albert’s mouth just hung open.

“What?” Amanda put her hands out in an open gesture.

“I don’t know how to do that.”

Amanda laughed. “Oh, come on...use your imagination.”

“Speaking of that, is it just my imagination or are you and Tracy getting to be quite the item?”

Amanda put her hand on her hip as she felt her face grow warm. “Good try there, bro, but changing the subject is not going to work. We need to get ready for the party since Mom and Dad will be here in two hours.”

“Who said we can’t work and talk at the same time?”

It was Amanda’s turn to roll her eyes.

“So?”

Amanda took the utility knife out of her toolbox and handed it to him. Although she loved Albert, there were some things she knew to steer clear of and sharing her love life with her brother was one of them! “So…I don’t know what you mean by ‘quite the item.’ We’ve only know each other for seven months now.”

“Amanda, you’re twenty-seven. I think you know what you’re looking for in a man by this time.” Not one for beating around the bush, he bluntly asked, “Does Tracy fit the bill or not?”

Picking up the yellow paint, Amanda put headlights on her box car. Sighing she said, “Albert, I’ll be honest with you, I really like Tracy. He’s a great guy.”

“So, why the long sigh?”

“Well, it’s not as easy as that. I’m just trying to take this one step at a time. Life wasn’t real exciting before I met Tracy, but it was predictable. I never expected myself to find someone I’d be interested in. I’m not quite sure what to make of all of it to be quite honest with you.”

“I like him. You two seem to match to me.”

Ready to turn the tables, Amanda asked, “How about you? Any special girls in the picture yet?”

“Nah, I’ve got a weird family who has me making cars out of cardboard boxes on my day off. How am I supposed to have the time for a girl?” he teased.

“Excuses, excuses.” Amanda quipped back.

****

Amanda smiled as she thought about her dad’s face at his party last week. It was worth every effort they put into it. If only her mind could stay on those happy thoughts, but now as she sat at her desk this last week of March, she had to think and prepare for the state audit. She glanced out her classroom window, almost oblivious to the beautiful crisp morning. Had she forgotten anything the State would want or need? All of a sudden, a rather short man, wearing a dark overcoat caught her eye as he approached the school. It looked like Tracy called out to him. The man stopped and smiled at Tracy and offered him a warm handshake.

I wonder who that is? Amanda shrugged it off and tried to turn her attention once again to the matter at hand. What could I have forgotten?

“Well,” Carolyn brightly announced, as she swept into Amanda’s classroom. “The State has officially arrived this morning.”

“Oh great.” Amanda moaned. “Do you think I may have forgotten something? For some reason I feel edgy about the audit this year.”

Carolyn teasingly said, “Ahh, have you tried to cut some corners or something else I should know about?”

Amanda crinkled up a scrap piece of paper lying on her desk and launched it at Carolyn. “Are you looking to pick a fight this morning?” She pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. “Seriously, Carolyn, I’ve kept up with my students records. That audit three years ago went off without a glitch, but…I don’t know, I just have a weird feeling.”

Tracy walked into the classroom. “Good morning, ladies.”

Carolyn said, “The State has arrived.”

“So I heard.”

Amanda sighed, “Audit time.”

Tracy looked at Amanda closely. “You worried about something?”

Amanda shook her head. “Not really, but something doesn’t feel right.” She walked over to her desk as the bell rang. “Oh well, I guess if I didn’t do something right, it would be too late to fix it at this point.”

Carolyn rushed to the door. “Catch up with you later.”

Amanda waved to her friend.

“Why do I get the impression you feel like it’s the State verses the school?” Tracy asked. “They both want what’s best for the children.”

“Yes, I know. That’s what the government says about our taxes, too.” Amanda sighed heavily as she realized her comment hadn’t come out right. Trying to wave it aside, she said, “Please don’t misunderstand me. I know Uncle Sam deserves and needs some of our money, but everyone dreads the idea of the IRS reviewing his or her income tax. It’s the fear of the unknown I guess.” Tracy looked as if he might deny it so she continued, “Come on...you know you would think, ‘I wonder if I did something wrong, or miscalculated something.’ That’s precisely why so many people go to accountants. However, there’s no accountant I can go to for the school’s audit.”

“I hear what you’re saying.” Tracy seemed to have a spark of battle in the depth of his blue eyes as he said, “But, I don’t agree with you. First of all, an audit by the IRS and an audit for the school are two totally different ballgames.”

“Tracy, have you ever seen a school being audited before?”

Suddenly the room’s noise level rose by several levels as their first period reading class joined the room. “We’ll have to continue this later.” Tracy gave Amanda a big smile, as he added, “I’m sorry if I came across as a fighting Irishman. Just blame it on my ancestors.”

****

For a week now, the State’s man, Mr. Willis, looked at the Individual Educational Plans and Comprehensive Evaluations as well as met with parents and students. Amanda wasn’t sure what made her feel uncomfortable around him. Perhaps it’s just the position he holds with the State she rationalized. Or, maybe it’s what I like to call ‘little man syndrome.’ Amanda stood several inches taller than he did and what he lacked in height, he made up for with aggressiveness. When he left the room, there was no question what he liked and didn’t like.

Amanda ran to the teachers’ lounge to get a quick drink, thankful it was Friday. As she entered the room, she noticed Tracy and Mr. Willis sitting together at one of the small tables. They seemed deep in conversation. Tracy looked up, saw Amanda and stopped mid-sentence. Amanda could sense his tension, like it was her own. She see-sawed back and forth about whether or not she should go talk to him to see what was wrong or wait until later when they were alone. The heavy, oppressive silence penetrated the room making Amanda feel edgy. Better wait, she decided.

She grabbed a can of juice out of the machine and was about to leave the lounge when Tracy met her at the door and opened it for her. “Thanks.” Amanda put her hand on his arm, hoping to convey her support through her touch. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “You okay?”

“Amanda…” waiting for her to look into his eyes, he continued, “I need to talk to you privately.” Was that concern or fear she saw in the depths of his eyes? “Anytime.”

“Soon.”

“Is everything all right?”

His shoulders sagged and he rested his hand over hers for a brief moment. “I’ll know soon enough.” He gave her a small smile before he promised, “I’ll catch up with you later.”

What in the world could cause Tracy to be so upset?

****

Tracy came back from taking the kids to the bus lobby, his usual self. “You know, it seems like a life time ago that we went to Big Bill’s together. I’ve been wanting to ask you if you’d be interested in going on another date with me.” Tracy walked closer to Amanda. “I knew this week was going to be hectic, but now that it’s done, would you like to go celebrate the ending of the audit?”

“It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.” She put her teaching plans away in her bag, puzzled still about their earlier conversation, “How about you? Everything okay between you and Mr. Willis?”

Tracy hedged, “I’d rather think about you right now. How about pizza and a movie?”

Sudden thoughts of Carolyn came to her head. Laughing, she said, “I’ve been warned about this.”

“Warned about what?”

Carolyn entered the room. Gesturing over to her friend, she said, “I’ve been warned about having pizza on a date.”

Carolyn chimed right in, “Bad move.” She looked curiously at Tracy. “Who’s talking about dates and pizza anyway?”

Tracy grinned, “I thought it was a good idea. What so wrong about taking your favorite girl out for pizza?”

Amanda felt her face grow warm as Carolyn said, “I’ll have to tell you another time.” Carolyn looked at Amanda. “You didn’t forget that we had a ‘date’ for tonight, did you?”

If it were anyone but her best friend…Amanda took a deep breath. “Oh,” Sheepishly, she admitted, “I can’t believe I almost forgot. Maybe another time?”

“How about tomorrow?”

Amanda giggled. “Well, actually, I already have plans for tomorrow as well. I believe you do too—bowling with our college and career group, right?”

Tracy hit his forehead with his hand. “Now, I’m forgetting my plans. Yes, I’ll be there. Can I give you a lift?”

Amanda glanced at Carolyn who waited with her eyebrows raised. “Well, I guess that would be okay.”

“Great.” Tracy grabbed his coat and said, “I’ll see you ladies tomorrow then. Have a nice afternoon.”

“Thanks,” the women chorused.

“You, too.” Amanda added.

After Tracy left the room, Carolyn turned toward Amanda and started to sing, “Hey, good lookin’…What ya got cookin’?”

She gave her friend a playful swat. “Oh, cut it out.” She put her hands on her hips. “Besides, look who’s talking anyway.”

“Oh, no you don’t. We’re not changing the subject. I want to know all the gruesome details about you and Tracy. Anything new happening?”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “If you really want to know, nothing is happening.” Carolyn wore a knowing look that clearly showed she disbelieved Amanda. Amanda huffed out; “This would have only been our second date. It’s no big deal.”

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much! Anyway, I’ll be by your house at five tonight. Maybe then you’ll be ready to ‘fess up.”

“But, really…”

Carolyn didn’t hang around to hear the rest of Amanda’s denial.

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Eleven

April

Amanda took a deep breath of the sweet, fresh spring air. She enjoyed looking at the neighbor’s tidy yard. Little buds on delicate green stalks bloomed into a wonderful array of color. The grass was thick and rich green, as if welcoming someone to lie down on its softness.

It’s a good season for young love. As she hopped into her truck to drive to school, she prayed with a heart full of appreciation, “Thank you, Lord for all the beauty around us that reflects Your glory.”

She turned into the school’s parking lot; it felt odd not to have the commotion of the school buses leaving to pick up the children while the school’s staff looked for parking spots. Wow, what a difference it is when we’re having our Inservice staff meeting . Amanda pulled her truck into the closest spot by the door. Joey’s teacher greeted her outside. “Do you know what I heard yesterday about your assistant?”

Amanda raised a surprised eyebrow. “Tracy?”

“The one and only.” Janice’s eyes looked serious. “I was shocked.”

“What?”

“I overheard, from a reliable source that he works for the State.” Seeing Amanda’s bewildered expression, she reinforced her statement by saying, “He’s really a big-wig undercover at our school.”

“What? But that doesn’t make sense. I’ve never heard of anyone going undercover in a school. I don’t even know if something like that would be legal.” Amanda shook her head in disbelief.

“Didn’t you notice how he and Mr. Willis seemed to know each other very well?” Janice looked up for a moment to glance at a car arriving. Seeing it was Carolyn’s vehicle, she waved then continued, “I know it struck me as kind-of strange.”

A tiny seed of doubt planted itself in Amanda’s heart. Oh great…and I’ve been dating him. If this is really true, this is worse than… She refused to even think about her college experience.

As Carolyn approached them, Janice said, “I need to go. I just thought you’d find that little tidbit as interesting as I did. I’ll catch up with you later. Let me know if you find out anything.”

Carolyn joined Amanda at her car. In a preoccupied way, Amanda greeted her friend. “Hi, Carolyn.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Is it that noticeable?”

Carolyn wrapped her arm around her friend. “We’ve been through a lot of ups and downs together. I think we can sense when a storm’s brewing.” She looked carefully at Amanda. “What’s up?”

“I’m not sure. Janice seems to think Tracy’s work as a Teacher’s Assistant is just...well, a hoax. She overheard from someone that Tracy really is working undercover for the State.”

Carolyn looked disgusted. “Now where did she hear something like that?”

Amanda felt like she had to sit down. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask her.” Amanda started walking toward the school so she could rest for a few minutes in her room before the meeting. Peering over at Carolyn, she asked, “Did you notice anything strange in the way Tracy hob-knobbed with Mr. Willis?”

Carolyn always went to bat for her friends, and apparently, she counted Tracy as one of them. “What exactly does that mean?” Without waiting for Amanda to answer, she commented, “They did seem to talk quite a bit, but when you think about it, Mr. Willis was busy all week talking to people. Tracy was just one of them.” Carolyn opened up the door for Amanda as she questioned, “Besides, why would the State be so interested in our little school—interested enough to send someone in ‘undercover’? That seems pretty radical if you ask me.”

“You’re right. I’m sure this will probably amount to nothing.” She glanced at her watch. “You’d better get going. I’ll be following you shortly. I want to pray for a minute.”

“I’m in no hurry. I’ll stay and pray with you if you want.”

She gave Carolyn a bright smile. “Thanks, but really, I’ll be fine. You go on ahead. You’re right; it must be a crazy rumor.”

Hesitantly, Carolyn said, “Well, if you’re sure…”

Ushering her friend out her classroom door, she said, “Yes, yes, go.”

“Okay, I’ll save you a seat.”

Amanda went to her desk and sat down. Lord, it is just a rumor, isn’t it? She heard a foot scuffle against the floor in her room. She glanced up and saw Tracy standing a few feet away from her. He looked calm, relaxed and in control. The exact opposite of how she felt.

“Good morning, Amanda.”

Amanda swallowed hard. “Morning.”

Tracy took a few more steps toward her. “I thought you’d be in the library with everyone else.”

“Umm. I normally would be but, I wanted a few minutes to pray.”

“Is everything all right?” Tracy asked in a concerned voice.

“I’m not sure. Perhaps, perhaps…you could help me?” Shuffling her feet, she said, “Someone told me this morning that you work for the State.”

Was it just her imagination or did Tracy’s face turn pale?

“Who told you that?”

Please deny it, Amanda mentally begged. My heart couldn’t take being deceived by you. “Janice met me out in the parking lot this morning.”

The intercom went off. “Attention all teaching staff, the Inservice will begin in five minutes. If you are not already in the library, please make your way there at this time. Thank you.”

Amanda grabbed some paper and a pen. Unable to leave the question unanswered in her mind, she asked, “It is just a rumor, isn’t it?”

Tracy took a deep breath. “It’s complicated. I can’t go into the details right now. How about we talk over supper tonight?”

Amanda’s heart felt like it sunk to her toes. Is he saying he does work for the State? Amanda shook her head as if to clear it. “Tracy…” She didn’t know if she wanted to scream at him or have him hold her to wipe away her sudden doubts of his honesty, of his love.

She couldn’t think straight. “I’ll let you know later.” With that, Amanda rushed out the door, leaving Tracy behind.

****

The Inservice dragged on, making it a very long day. However, even with all that had taken place earlier, Amanda began to be filled with a peace from God. She gave Carolyn a grateful glance, as she knew her friend had been praying for her.

As the last session wrapped up, Tracy headed her way. “Amanda, how about dinner? We need to talk.”

Carolyn met up with them. She glanced from one to the other. “Hey, Tracy. What’s up? You’ve been very quiet today.”

Tracy acknowledged her comment with a nod. “Got a lot on my mind.” He turned back toward Amanda. “Can I pick you up around five thirty?”

“That’s fine.”

“Thanks.” He gave Amanda and Carolyn the first smile of the day. “I’ve got a few things to do before I pick you up. See you then.” Before he turned to walk away, he added, “Catch you around, Carolyn.”

Carolyn waved Tracy away. “Yeah, sure.” As soon as he was out of ear shot, Carolyn quickly asked, “What’s going on? He definitely was not his regular self. Did you have a chance to talk to him?”

Amanda sat back down and offered Carolyn a chair. “He came into the classroom just before our workshop. I asked him about the rumor.” Carolyn looked at Amanda expectantly. “There’s not much to tell. The only thing he said was that it was a complicated situation and we needed to talk. Hence, the date for tonight.”

Carolyn sat back in her chair and slowly blew the air out of her cheeks. “I think we should pray.” Quickly looking at Amanda, she said as much for herself as for anyone, “And not jump to any hasty conclusions.” Carolyn hopped up from her chair and pointed her finger at Amanda, “And, girl, you had better call me as soon as you get home.”

****

The evening air held a soft cool breeze as Tracy drove through town. His heart skipped a beat as soon as he saw Amanda waiting for him on the front step of the farmhouse. She was beautiful, and though she may not realize it, she held his heart in her hand, and always would. Lord, in the past nine months, I’ve grown to love this woman. The last thing I want to do is hurt her, and yet, I sense this will. Give me Your words.

Tracy pulled into the driveway. Amanda stood up and dusted off her pants. Tracy smiled as he got out of the car. “Hello.”

“Hi.” Amanda picked her purse up from the floor of the porch.

If only I could pick up the mess I’m in as easily at that, Tracy thought as he took a deep breath. “All set?”

“Yes, I think so.” Amanda walked toward his car. After they got settled in, Tracy turned toward her. “Amanda, I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty to ask Mr. Willis and Mr. Murray to join us later for dessert at the Hyatt since this involves them as well.”

He could tell she was perplexed when she said, “Well…I guess so.”

“I’d like us to have dinner first and I’ll try to explain things as best I can. Then, as long as you’re sure you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to have the other gentleman present to get this whole thing cleared up and settled fair and square.” He reached out and touched her shoulder, wishing he could hold her in his arms. “However, you are more important to me than this issue. If you are uncomfortable about meeting them, I’ll call them back and cancel if you want me, too.”

She played with her seatbelt. “Tracy, you’re making me nervous. Whatever you think is fine by me.”

Never before had he felt so unworthy of someone’s trust. He took a deep breath. “Let’s get some supper.”

The keyed-up tension they had both been feeling seemed to suddenly dissipate. Amanda laughed, “I never know what to expect from you.”

Tracy was about ready to turn the key, but instead, he asked, “Amanda, would you mind if we just prayed for a moment?”

Amanda nodded her head in consent. “I think that’s a great idea.”

Tracy put his keys down on the seat and wrapped his fingers around hers. Her hand fit in his like a glove—perfect. “Father, I thank you for Amanda. Thank you for the progress we’ve been able to make this year in the lives of our students.” Tracy paused for a moment. “Lord, You know how long I’ve wanted to share this very issue of what I now need to discuss with Amanda. I pray for wisdom and guidance. May Your will be done.” Tracy squeezed Amanda’s hand.

Amanda prayed, “Lord, thank you, that we are Your children and that You love us and have a plan for us. Tonight I pray especially, that Tracy would be able to communicate well during this small gathering so we can understand fully what he needs to say to us. We commit this night to you, Lord.”

“You don’t know how special you are, Amanda Manning.”

She playfully swatted his arm. “Whoever said that?”

Tracy laughed and started up the car. “I guess you’re right…whoever said that?”

****

It was such a pretty evening that they bought an impromptu picnic at the deli, then drove to the park. They found a beautiful spot by the pond with a free picnic table, which they quickly claimed, and divided the food between them. Amanda nibbled at her turkey sandwich while watching the mama duck swimming with five little ducklings behind her. The peaceful, romantic setting made Amanda desire to sidestep the issue that weighed on both their minds. If only they weren’t here for conflict resolution, but for a real date.

Tracy’s deep voice penetrated her thoughts. “Isn’t it something how they don’t seem to have a care in the world?” He pointed to the ducks frolicking in the water.

“It’s as if they know they’ll be taken care of.” Like a gale, it hit Amanda all at once. “If those little ducks know that, why do we struggle with the idea that God loves us and will take care of us?”

Tracy, who was leaning his chin on his hand, straightened up. “I guess we could learn a lot from those ducks couldn’t we?”

Amanda saw his few words held deep meaning for him. “Watching the ducks reminds me of one of my favorite Bible passages.”

Tracy’s eyebrow rose. “Which one?”

“1 Peter 5:6-7. ‘ Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you .’ Those ducks are just humble little creatures yet God cares for them. How much more will he care for us?”

Tracy nodded his head in agreement. “I like the verse that says something like, ‘ Consider the lilies of the field…for Solomon dressed in royal robes has not the wealth of them. Consider the creatures of the air and how He takes care of them. When we ask Him for bread, will He give us a stone? ’”

Amanda closed her eyes for a moment. “Umm. That’s a good one, too.”

Tracy smiled and teased, “Maybe that’s why God made ducks.” He grew serious. “Nature all around could teach us some very profound things if we would just take the time to listen to God through them.”

Amanda giggled, “Gee, I didn’t know dinner would include a theological discussion, did you?”

“Well, you might feel like you need to give me one after tonight.”

Amanda pitched her garbage into the trash can as she said, “You better just stop it right there, bud. Don’t get me all nervous again about this mystery.”

“Ah, right, let’s remedy that. It’s high time we talked.” Tracy sighed. “I have been working at the school now for almost the whole year as your assistant. I’ve enjoyed every bit of it. You’ve come to mean…so much to me.”

Amanda sat forward to encourage him to continue as his words sputtered to a stop. “You mean a lot to me, too.”

“Look, Amanda, I hope you know me well enough by now to know that I am an honest guy.” Amanda nodded her head and waited again. “I not only work for the school, but as you’ll hear in more detail tonight, I am also first and foremost, as the rumors have implied, an employee of the State.”

Amanda bit on her lower lip. Finally, she said, “But, what does that mean?”

Tracy rubbed the back of his neck. “It means,” He reached for her hand. “I wish I could have told you all of this earlier. I was at the school to do two jobs. The first was to make sure the school’s State funded programs were being run effectively and accurately. The second was to be as your assistant.” Amanda took her hand away as he carefully said, “I want you to know, this doesn’t change anything. Not the way I feel about you or even the students for that matter.”

“It doesn’t change anything?” Honest. There’s nothing honest about the lie he’s been living. Deceived, I’ve been deceived. When will I ever learn, love it not worth the agony. Amanda put her face into her hands as she mumbled, “How can you say that? I went against my personal rule of dating a co-worker.” With tears blurring her vision, she croaked, “Will they fire me now?”

“No. Please don’t worry about anything like that.”

Amanda sniffed and then asked softly, “How can a person who values honesty have such double standards?”

“Amanda, I understand your feelings, but I never really stopped to consider that honesty would be an issue. I was hired as your assistant and that’s what I did.”

“But what about the State…not to mention how you withheld your job with the State from me. Why? Why is this secrecy so important?”

Tracy sat next to her quietly for about five minutes before he gently said, “Amanda, I’m sorry. Perhaps after we meet with Mr. Willis, you’ll be able to understand better.” He glanced at his watch and grimaced. “Speaking of which, if we are going to meet the men we need to leave now. Are you still up to going?”

Amanda stood up. “I’m not sure if I’m up to it, but I think I need to go anyway.”

****

Mr. Murray made his way through the parking lot as they arrived at the Hyatt. Tracy raised his hand in a greeting. They waited for him to catch up. “Good evening, Mr. Murray.” Tracy extended his hand to Mr. Murray with a firm handshake.

“Evening, Tracy.” Nodding his head to include Amanda, he said, “Evening, Amanda.”

Amanda quietly said, “Hello, Mr. Murray.”

Tracy gently held Amanda’s elbow. “Shall we go inside?”

The hostess showed them to their seats. Mr. Willis stood up as they approached the table. Greetings and handshakes were exchanged. Every minute that passed, Amanda felt more and more awkward and out of place. So much for our nice dinner by the pond. Now, it’s all starched shirts and tight ties. These people are way out of my league .

After watching Tracy for a few minutes, she noticed, as uncomfortable as she was, the opposite was true for him. It was amazing to see how Tracy could just shoot the breeze with these two very important men, as if they were on equal footing. Amanda had to consciously remember this was the same man who gets down on his knees to look a child in the eye as he is speaking to them. Tracy turned toward Amanda and gave her a beautiful smile. Amanda sat up a little straighter in her chair, so I may not have a high paying job, nor fit in with the elite, but I am a child of the King.

The waitress came and presented a wonderful dessert tray. Amanda was too busy looking them over to notice what the others had ordered. Chocolate is what a body needs at a time like this! The waitress looked at Amanda, “And what would you like?”

Amanda smiled up at her and said, “I’ll try the ‘Double Chocolate Delight’. It really looks the part. A cup of coffee, too, please.”

Small talk ensued until after the desserts arrived. As soon as the food was placed before them and the waitress left, Tracy lost no time in stating what was on his mind. “Thank you both for being willing to meet with us tonight. Mr. Willis and I have agreed to…” Tracy looked around the room trying to find the right words, “shed light on a few important things about myself. For the past two years, we have been doing random audit work in different schools. I am an employee of the State.”

A look of surprise and then bewilderment crossed Mr. Murray’s face as Tracy continued. “There are several schools throughout the State in which we have specialized research going on.” He opened his hands, “We go in and look to see how the facilities are running, if the staff has the resources they need, if there are any difficulties in the administration aspect of the school system, etc.”

Mr. Willis interjected, “The reason for Mr. Atkins not offering you this information before you hired him was so that we could get the most accurate picture. No pretenses on anyone’s part.”

Tracy looked squarely at Mr. Murray. “What we are doing is not to get anyone in trouble. It’s merely to have the schools run as efficiently as possible. We want what is best for both the students and the staff that works with them.”

Mr. Murray face was turning red. “How’d you know you would be hired?”

Tracy answered good-naturedly, “Well, I didn’t know for sure. There were actually three of us that applied for jobs throughout the school.” Smiling at Amanda, he said, “I just happened to be the lucky one who actually got the privilege of working with one of the best teaching staffs I’ve ever known.”

Mr. Murray shook his head. Everyone waited for his reaction. Finally, he gave a small chuckle. “You really had me duped. From all the reports I heard, you were a fine assistant. A very far cry from your position with the State.” With a new respect in his eyes, he looked Tracy over. “Well, I guess I really have no reason for complaint. You’ve done the job I hired you for. So tell me,” Mr. Murray could not help but question, “may we know what you’ve concluded about our school.”

Mr. Willis cut in. “I can assure you that from the audit I’ve just completed, and the reports Tracy has been writing, your school is in good standing. However, we cannot give any details further than that. We’ll contact you in June after our total assessment. At that point, your school, along with all of the other schools, will have completed studies. We would appreciate it if this knowledge did not go any further than this room for the time being. If this got out it, it could jeopardize the work we’ve been doing.”

Amanda cleared her throat causing all the men to look her way. With a slightly unsteady voice, she said, “Unfortunately, I think it’s already too late. I was told this morning that Tracy worked for the State by a co-worker at our school.”

Mr. Willis murmured, “Ah, yes, that truly is unfortunate. Tracy mentioned that to me.” Looking down his nose at Amanda, he said, “It will be up to you to squelch that rumor. Otherwise, there would have been no need for you to know at this point.” Looking over at Tracy, he said, “Actually, I advised him against it.” As if that closed the subject he turned again to Mr. Murray.

This guy’s a jerk. The only reason he wanted me to know about Tracy was so I could do his dirty work, stopping a rumor at school. I don’t think so. Amanda tried not to squirm in her seat as Mr. Willis’ bird-like eyes glared at her.

He turned his attention back to Mr. Murray. “Now that Tracy’s position is known by you, I would request your consideration in letting him leave the class next month. It would be very valuable to have him back in the office to tie things up there.”

Tracy firmly put in, “However, I do have a contract with you. I have no intent of breaking it if it would leave you in a bind. Gathering my data can wait if need be.”

Mr. Murray looked kindly at Tracy. “I appreciate that. Let me see what I can do and I’ll let you know. You should be aware though; the staff is going to want to know, if you do indeed leave early, why you are leaving. It might actually cast more suspicions on Tracy than there already is.”

“I’m not too concerned about that.” Mr. Willis quickly put in, “The benefits outweigh the risks. You can simply say he’s moving.” He drained the last of his coffee and looked at his heavy gold watch. “I have some things I need to attend to.” Looking around the table, he said, “I just want to make it clear; it is imperative that the rest of the staff remain uninformed at this time regarding Mr. Atkins’s true position.”

Mr. Atkins, indeed! Amanda thought to herself. In fact, rather than seeing the turn of events as a possible answer to her prayers, inwardly she was fuming. Our positions and roles just did a complete 360. How am I ever going to get used to this, let alone be comfortable with it?

Mr. Willis threw some bills on the table before leaving. Shortly after, Mr. Murray also stood up. “It’s been a very informative evening. Although I would have liked you to be up front with me from the start, I also respect your position with the State and your need for secrecy.”

Tracy cut in. “I haven’t told you any falsehoods. What was on my résumé was true.” Sheepishly, he added, “It just was not complete. For the record, I really did enjoy working with the kids. It’s been a great year for me and I thank you for the opportunity.”

Mr. Murray’s parting words were “Perhaps you missed your calling. However, from the looks of it, I imagine you would be good at whatever you put your mind to. Good evening, folks.”

Amanda looked down at her Double Chocolate Delight that was barely touched. After toying with it for the past fifteen minutes, she finally put her fork down. Tracy leaned across the table looking pleased with himself. “What’s the matter? It’s not as delightful as you imagined?”

“Appearances can be deceiving, can’t they?”

A frown marred his handsome face.

Amanda wiped her mouth with her napkin as she pushed back her chair. “Would you mind taking me home?”

Why did Tracy look so puzzled? Didn’t he realize her world had been shattered tonight?

“Let me just attend to this bill. I’ll meet you at the door.”

“Fine.”

****

The car ride home was terrible for Amanda. She sat in tortured silence, calling herself all kinds of a fool for the duration of it. Tracy, apparently not knowing what to say, opted to say nothing at all. As soon as the car stopped, Amanda rushed out the door.

Tracy called after her. “Amanda…”

Amanda turned and the words tumbled out of her mouth. “Tracy, what am I supposed to do now? Act as if nothing has changed? I’m sorry but I can’t do that.”

Tracy unfastened his seatbelt and went to get out of the car.

“No, don’t bother.” Tracy’s hand froze on the doorhandle as she continued, “I can’t think straight enough to talk right now.”

“But...”

Amanda held up her hand to silence him. “It’ll hold until another day,” she said before she opened her door.

Amanda let herself in without even turning on a light. She sank down into the couch and sat in her dark living room for a few minutes thinking about the evening. What am I going to tell Carolyn? As betrayed and hurt as Amanda felt, she also clearly recalled Mr. Willis’s beady eyes enforcing the importance of not offering any information about Tracy at this point.

Oh well, here goes nothing; she reached for the phone. Carolyn answered on the first ring. “Hello?”

Amanda tried to get out a perky “Hey, Carolyn” and failed miserably.

“What’s the matter? Do you want me to come over?” Carolyn offered.

Amanda had to smile at the warm hug her friend extended over the phone. “No, thanks. I think I’m going to go to bed here in a few minutes. It’s been a really long day.”

“Okay,” Carolyn agreed. “So can you just give me some idea how things went tonight?”

“The evening started out rather nice actually and went downhill from there. We had to meet a few other people. The long and short of it is, what was said tonight was spoken in confidence.” With a heavy sigh, she added, “Oh, Carolyn, as much as I wish I could tell you all about it, I can’t. I think what I need right now is a good night’s sleep. Let me sort through some of this on my own and then we’ll have a nice chat as soon as we can, okay?”

Amanda could hear the disappointment in Carolyn’s voice when she said, “I’ve been praying for you.”

Amanda smiled. “I know you have. Thanks for your support. Good night.”

“Night.” Carolyn replied.

****

Amanda felt like her heart had been ripped out. It hurt her to be near Tracy and it hurt her to be so emotionally distant from him. How was she to cope? Another week of working side by side with him in the classroom put more stress on Amanda than she thought she could bear. She wanted to call her mom, and yet, she resisted that thought. She was a big girl now. It was time to stand on her own two feet.

All she had to look forward to was that at the end of this day, it marked the beginning of spring recess. She knew she needed some space and time with the Lord. Amanda put the last of her things in her bookbag and looked around to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything.

Carolyn popped her head around the corner. “If you want to clear out before Tracy finds you, I’d leave now. He was just asking me if I had seen you.”

Amanda sent her friend a grateful look as she grabbed her case. “Thanks. I’m out of here. Call me later, okay?”

“Gotcha.”

Amanda made it safely to her truck. Just as she was about to start it, a shadow covered her side as a knock sounded at her window. Drat! She opened her window an inch. “Yes?”

“Can we talk?”

She sighed, “I know that is what we need to do… it’s just…” she paused for a moment to think about how to phrase her thoughts, “I can’t. At least not yet. Let’s grab a cup of coffee after the vacation break and then we’ll talk.”

Tracy blew air slowly out his cheeks and asked, “Is there anything I can do?”

Amanda rubbed the back of her neck. The look Tracy had given her was her undoing. Finally, breaking under the strain, she gave way to her hurt feelings as she quietly stated, “I know you and the State had your reasons, but…I feel so exposed.” Before he had the chance to speak, she turned over the engine and Tracy instinctively took a step away from the vehicle. She called out the window, “I’ll talk to you next week.” She quickly put it in first gear and pulled through to the opposite parking space.

As soon as she was out of view of the school parking lot, she pulled over to find some tissues. Tears streamed down her face like an unstoppable waterfall. With all the strain she had been under, she knew that once the tears started it would take her a while to be able to stop them. She tried to take a deep breath. “Lord, I’m a mess! I know I was rude to Tracy. Help me to be able to forgive him.”

She mopped her eyes with the tissue. “Was his interest in me genuine or just part of the job?” Amanda finally admitted, “The kicker of the whole thing is that I was really beginning to think perhaps our relationship would work. I was hoping…” Looking up to the interior light, she questioned, “Oh, why? I should have stuck to my guns in the first place and never gone on a date with him.” Finally, the tears slowed down. “Okay, Lord. This is the second time I’ve failed at love. I give up. Where do I go from here?”

The thought of forgiveness came to her mind. Frustrated with that notion, she tried to blow it off. “Yeah, yeah. I know…but it’s so hard.” Amanda blew her nose. Again, she knew that God wanted her to forgive Tracy. “Okay, I’ll try but You need to help me here, Lord.”

Suddenly, she realized how even in the midst of this troubled time that God is in control. “Thank you, Father, that You knew all of this before it even happened. I’m just seeing a little piece of Your whole picture. Help me to trust in You. And thank you most of all that I have this break from work!” Amanda finished mopping up her face before she pulled her truck back onto the road.

****

A cozy cabin surrounded by Your creation. Isolated from people, but close to You. Amanda relaxed in the wicker rocking chair on the porch with a cup of hot tea. Rocking back and forth she looked around her. Lord, this place is beautiful. What an awesome way to spend the break.

Aunt Marge popped her head out the screen door. “Are you all set now, Amanda?”

Amanda grinned. “I think so. I need to boil the water for three minutes before I use it.”

“You got it. And don’t forget to bring the flashlight when you use the outhouse after dark. There are a few potholes to watch out for.”

Laughing, she said, “That’s the one thing I remember well from when I was a little girl.” Amanda looked out at the quiet beauty all around. “I know this cabin has been in the family for too many generations to count, but do you ever think of giving this place up?”

Aunt Marge joined Amanda on the matching rocker. “Sometimes I wish it had running water and such, especially since I’m getting older now, but...” She looked out toward the pond, “I don’t want to chance losing that something special feeling you get when you’re here.”

They rocked contentedly for a while before Marge said, “When we stay here, we’re living just as our relatives who built this place so long ago did. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel connected to them in some way.”

Amanda thought about that. “I think you’re right. It takes a while to get into this pace of life, but once you’re here, things just seem oh, I don’t know...right somehow.”

“Umm. One of the reasons may be because you have time to think here. How often do we give ourselves that opportunity in our modern day hustle and bustle?”

“I hear you.”

Looking up at the sky, her aunt said, “Well, I best be heading back down the road to get supper for your uncle. There’s no cell service up here, but if you get into any trouble, bang on the bell here next to the door and we’ll be able to hear you.”

“Thanks, Aunt Marge. I know you and Mom were a little reluctant to let me come here by myself, but I’ll be fine. I need this time alone.”

“Then pray, get it.”

Amanda smiled, “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“I’ll pick you up in six days time then before supper. The cupboards are all stocked so you’re set.”

“Thanks again for letting me say in your cabin.” Amanda said as she gave her aunt a hug good-bye.

“Good-bye, for now.” She called over her shoulder as she walked to her car.

Amanda waved until the car was out of sight.

****

Many things plagued Amanda’s mind which made her bone weary. She sighed and laid aside the quilt she was working on and went into one of the two small bedrooms. She felt like a cross between Goldilocks and a princess, picking which bed to sleep in. Finally, she settled on the room that had several faded linen cross-stitch wall hangings and an antique poster bed.

Amanda no more than closed her eyes and she was asleep. The man she had so skillfully avoided thinking about during the day filled her dreams. Tracy came to her with his arms outstretched, and fool that she was, she ran into them. Gone were the feelings of misery she’d been experiencing as of late. Gone was the question if his feelings were genuine for her or not. It felt so good to be held in his warm embrace. His eyes twinkled as he looked at her, “Forgive me?”

The door slammed shut and Amanda startled awake. “What?”

A fierce wind rocked the cabin. Amanda peeked out the window. Dark clouds threatened the sky. She was in for a thunderstorm, and a good one to boot. That’s okay. After a disturbing dream like the one she just had, the weather matched her mood.

She picked up the candle resting on the dresser and went in search of matches. One of the fond memories of her childhood came crashing back—thunder parties. No matter what friction there may have been in the home, when there was a thunderstorm, whoever was home would gather around in the kitchen. They’d light a candle and turn out all the lights.

“Well, God. It’s just you and me tonight.” She settled at the round oak table and poured her heart out to the Lord, giving the situation completely over to Him.

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Twelve

May

Spring break ended and Amanda entered her classroom with a new strength and determination. After setting her things down, she walked over to the window and opened it to let in some fresh air. Carolyn gave a soft knock on her door and began peppering Amanda with questions. “Hey, how was your trip to the cabin? I missed you. When did you get home?”

“Ah, Carolyn, it was awesome. Just to be away, alone with God and have the beauty of His creation all around me. It was like putting salve on an open wound.” Amanda offered Carolyn a seat. “I got home last night after Aunt Margie insisted I stay for dinner.” With a dream-like quality, she continued, “Their cabin is tiny, but absolutely wonderful. I’ve only been there one other time when I was a little girl. I kind-of felt like I was taken back in time a bit.”

“How so?”

“They don’t have running water since it’s just a seasonal vacation house for them. You have to lug it up from the stream and then boil it. But, the sunrises and sunsets, ohhh…magnificently awesome!” It would make a perfect honeymoon cottage. As soon as she thought about that, she felt like kicking herself.

“If you keep this up, I’m going to twist your arm into promising me that I can go with you next time.”

Amanda laughed. “Sounds good to me.”

Just then, a ragged looking Tracy entered the room.

Carolyn whistled under her breath. “Well, I think it’s time for me to get going. I’ll catch ya later.”

“Good morning, Tracy.”

Tracy looked steadily at Amanda for a moment before softly answering. “Morning, Amanda. Did you have a good Spring break?”

“I did.” Amanda noticed dark circles under his eyes. She looked at the floor and asked, “How was yours?”

Tracy shrugged his shoulder. “I’ve been having trouble sleeping.”

“I thought you looked a little tired.”

“I’m feeling more than tired.” Tracy sighed. “I feel like a miserable clout for what I’ve put you through. Amanda, if I had only realized, at the beginning of this assignment, all the trouble and hurt it could cause, I would have never agreed to it. Do you think you can forgive me?”

“Tracy,” Amanda waited until he was looking into her eyes. “It was hurtful to me and it’s very unfortunate for the students that they will be losing you.” She glanced away for a moment. “I really did enjoy having you teach with me. We made a good team.” A light stole into Tracy’s eyes as she continued. “I know you really do care for the students. After all, that was what spurred you on to take this position in the first place.” With a half smile as her peace offering, she said, “I forgive you.”

“Thank you, Amanda.” Tracy’s eyes looked suspiciously moist.

Amanda teased, “Of course, I will not forgive the fact you are no longer under my authority, rather me being under yours.”

Tracy chuckled. “I’ll be sure to take it easy on you.” Tracy put his finger under her chin, “Amanda, where does this leave us…our relationship?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

With that, the bell rang marking the official ending of the break.

****

The first week of May was over when Mr. Murray asked to see Tracy in his office after school. Curiosity pricked at Amanda so she decided to wait around until Tracy came back. As soon as he entered the room, she asked, “Well?”

He sighed, “You can take this as good news or bad.”

Amanda impatiently asked, “What news?”

“Mr. Murray has found a student majoring in education who just finished his semester.” Tracy sat on the corner of her desk and continued, “He was offered my position and accepted it. Looks like I’m being sent back.”

Amanda fell quiet. This was a good thing, wasn’t it? So why did she feel like crying? “Well, that is good news for you. Now you can wrap things up.”

“Yes, that I can do, but I…” Whatever Tracy was going to say he left unsaid. He grabbed his briefcase. “I best be getting home. I’ll talk to you later.”

****

Tracy drummed his thumb on the counter as he waited for Amanda to pick up the phone. Please Lord, let her say yes.

“Hello?”

“I have a proposition for you to think over.”

“What kind of proposition.”

In his dreams, it would be one of marriage, but he didn’t dare hazard to guess what she’d think of that. I’ve got to do things right this time. Take it nice and slow. “I got an idea while I was driving home and I cleared it with my boss. There is only one week left of May and then three more weeks until school is out. I’ll still be working on this project at that point.”

Tracy paused for such a long time that finally Amanda questioned, “Which means…?”

“I really could use an assistant. Would you be interested in a summer job? You’d work nine to three Monday through Thursday.”

Amanda chuckled. “Wow, that would be a switch.”

“Not really.” He felt like adding we’d be together , but thought better of it.

Amanda was quiet.

“Well?” Tracy finally asked.

“Well…” Amanda repeated Tracy’s word. “I’ll give it some thought. Are you sure your supervisor would approve?”

Tracy didn’t hesitate. “I’m sure of it. It’s only a temporary position. My boss is pretty eager to get this project wrapped up. I think he would hire five assistants if I asked him.”

Quietly, Amanda said, “Oh, I see. Oops, I’ve gotta go. My pizza’s burning. I’ll let you know by the end of the week.”

“Great.” Just as she was about to hang up, he said, “Amanda?”

“Yes?”

“Tomorrow is my last day at school. Would you pray for me? I need to say good-bye to the kids.”

“You bet. See you tomorrow.”

“Yep, tomorrow.”

****

As Amanda looked back on the week she realized the students took Tracy’s departure better than the staff. Carolyn had flown up to her after school that day. “Why’s Tracy leaving? I don’t understand…no notice, no nothing.”

Amanda threw her hands up. “I plead the fifth.”

One of the highlights of the week, however, had been her new assistant. Ralph Diaz was a young man full of energy and new ideas for her students. He brought a new excitement into the usually blah wind-down of the school year. You could easily see that he had the makings of a great teacher.

As she pulled the truck into her driveway, she was surprised to see Tracy sitting on her front step. Her heart betrayed her and pulse quickened. Time. It will take time to get over him.

Tracy ran over to help her out of the truck. “Hi, Amanda. How’s the rest of your week been?”

Amanda allowed him to take her bags and the newspaper she had stopped to pick up at the general store. “It’s been good.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Amanda shifted from one foot to the other. “So, what brings you to the neighborhood?”

Tracy shrugged his shoulders. “I was wondering if you’d like to have a bite to eat with me.”

Yes, she had forgiven him, and yes she missed him, but going out on a date didn’t fit into the plan to safeguard her heart. “Sorry, I can’t go out tonight. I have something to do.” Hurt reflected in Tracy’s deep blue yes. She relented some, “But I have time for a cup of coffee. Would you like one?”

Tracy held the door open for her. “That sounds good.”

Amanda set her things down and went into the kitchen to put on some coffee. Tracy followed her into the kitchen. After Amanda scooped the coffee into the filter, she turned to Tracy. “I’ve thought about the job you offered me.”

Tracy looked at her hopefully.

“Here have a seat.” Amanda offered him before flipping the coffeepot’s switch. “In the past, I’ve always spent my summer doing a variety of things like working at Cone Heads and hanging out with my family and friends.” She joined him at the table, grabbed a napkin and played with the corner. “They get a little neglected during the school year. Plus, there’s always Vacation Bible School.”

Tracy folded his arms across his chest.

Amanda continued, “I do appreciate the offer, but I think I should stick to what I had already planned.”

Tracy nodded. “I guess I really don’t blame you for that. It sounds like you have a full summer already.”

“They always do go by quick.” She agreed.

Tracy traced the pattern of the tablecloth before asking, “Are you sure that’s the only reason you’re saying no?”

She avoided his penetrating gaze by going to the refrigerator and picking out the half and half. “Tracy, I wish I could say the ending of your position has nothing to do with it, but I don’t know if that would be completely honest. It’s one thing to forgive and another to completely forget and not be impacted by it.”

“I was hoping…” Tracy shrugged his shoulders. “Well, never mind. That coffee smells good; is it ready?”

Amanda took the pot, eager to let the conversation about the job proposal drop. “It looks like it’s finished.” She poured him a cup. “Do you have any other plans for your summer or will this project take up all your time?”

Tracy frowned. “I’m hoping it won’t take that long. I haven’t even been gone from this sleepy little town for a week and I already miss it, not to mention the people.” He looked intently at Amanda. “I really could see myself settling down here in the future.”

No way was she about to ask what he meant. So instead she agreed with the comment at face value. “It’s a quaint little town. I love it here, too.”

Tracy enjoyed his coffee piping hot and quickly drained the cup. “Well, I better be going. Would you like to go to a movie or out to dinner sometime next week?”

Amanda bit her bottom lip. She wasn’t about to step into the frying pan where Tracy was concerned again. “Let me think about that. I’ll keep in touch.”

“Okay. I’ll be counting on that.” He looked at her hesitantly for another moment as if trying to figure out if he should say more. Finally, with a nod of his head, he walked to the door. “Well, then, for now…” He put his finger to his head in a small salute as he left.

Amanda closed the door and put her back against it. Slowly blowing out the deep breath she had taken, she thought, “Well, that’s that. Perhaps now my life can get back to normal.” But a little thought was nagging her. Is that what you really want?

****

The Tuesday following Memorial Day was dedicated to the celebration of the war veterans. The students participated in a school-wide parade and attended special assemblies throughout the day with hands-on type learning projects to present U.S. history in a fresh way. There were things like The Betsy Ross Flag Making Shop, setting up Camp Obstacle Course relays and other fun activities.

“Joey,” Amanda said in a frustrated voice, “You need to stand still. This hat will never go on right.”

Joey’s squirming stopped. “Ah, Miss Manning. I’m just excited. I’ve never been in a parade before.”

Amanda finished with his hat and turned him around to face her. “I know you haven’t.” With a big smile, she said, “You’re going to do great.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “That’s it, everyone, time for our Memorial Day celebration…in other words, parade time!”

The students all rushed to get into line.

Ralph was a tremendous help throughout the morning. The students rounded the corner to the front of the building for the final lap around the school. Amanda paraded right in the middle of her students. All of a sudden, she had the feeling someone was watching her. She looked around at all the smiling faces of families and friends of the students. Her eyes widened, as she saw Tracy standing in the midst of the crowd. Tracy waved to her. Amanda’s heart did the regular flip-flop at the sight of him. Lord, I still love him, but it would never work. Heal my heart. She gave him a small smile before April, standing next to her, tripped. Reaching out her hand to steady the girl, Amanda gently asked, “You okay?”

“Yep. I wonder if Betsy Ross tripped in these long skirts, too?”

Amanda chuckled. “Well, I’m sure she had a lot of practice wearing long dresses.” She patted the girl’s shoulder. “April, I think you’re doing a super job.”

April proudly raised her flag a little higher and grinned. “I am.”

Amanda, trying to conceal her smile, looked around again to see if she could find Tracy in the crowd one more time. I wonder what he’s doing here .

Not having any more time to contemplate about Tracy, she gathered the students together to take them to the Assembly Room. The parents were invited to stay for the children’s concert. However, the room was very full, with no seats to spare. After making sure all of her students had a spot in their designated row, she and Ralph stood off to the side together. Amanda’s gaze wandered around looking for Tracy without her even consciously thinking about it. Finally, she spotted him. The muscle in his cheek was jumping back and forth. He seemed to be in serious conversation with Carolyn. Quite suddenly, they both looked over at her. She felt her face flush as she looked away and tried to put her total focus on what was happening around her.

Ralph leaned over close to Amanda. “Look at Sam. He’s really getting into his role. He just formally bowed to April.” They both laughed together. Amanda glanced once again at Tracy. Frowning, he turned and quickly walked out of the room. Now, what’s that all about?

Even with all the activities, the day went on forever. As the final student left, she rushed over to Carolyn’s room. “Carolyn, what was Tracy doing here?”

Carolyn looked up from her papers. “Oh, girl, you’ve got yourself into hot water now.” Amanda felt confused. Carolyn continued, “Tracy wasn’t too happy to see that you had been given a male assistant. I’m sure Tracy noticed Ralph’s excellent with the kids.” She looked accusingly at Amanda and asked, “Why did you make it look like you and Ralph were completely enjoying each other’s company at the assembly today?”

“Because we were.”

Carolyn put her hands on her hips. “That makes no difference. It was like rubbing Ralph in Tracy’s face,” she added unmercifully.

She couldn’t help smiling. “You mean, he was jealous? But, Ralph, he’s just…”

Carolyn impatiently waved her hand. “I know, I know, but Tracy doesn’t. I tried to tell him, but I guess I wasn’t as convincing as whatever you and Ralph found so amusing.”

Amanda hung her head down. “Oh, I didn’t…” She may not want to love him, but neither did she want to hurt him. After a minute, Amanda picked her head up and walked to the door. Turning around before she left, she said in a defeated voice, “Maybe it’s for the best.”

Carolyn ran after Amanda. “Girl, do you need your head examined?” Instantly regretting her bluntness, she said, “I’m sorry. I had no right.” She gave Amanda a quick hug and asked, “Would you please just pray about this before you completely write Tracy off?”

Amanda felt her eyes get moist. Completely write him off? Nothing could be farther from the truth. She had been falling in love with him and now…her heart was so raw inside, it hurt to think of him. How could Carolyn expect her to just turn her heart off and return to a friendship with him?

“Tracy told me everything about his work so you don’t need to side-step the issue any more.”

“Everything?”

“Yep. He also told me about the position he offered you.”

Amanda nodded.

“Amanda, I think you should rethink that offer.”

“But why? I’m not about to set myself up to get hurt again.”

Carolyn nodded her head. “All the more reason to take it. That way you can prove to yourself that a friendship doesn’t have to end just because a job did.” Carolyn rubbed the back of her neck. “Look, I’m not saying you need to date the guy or anything. I just think this will help you to be able to move on with your life.”

Amanda looked past Carolyn for a moment while she thought about it. “I’m not going to make any promises but I’ll pray about it.”

“Good.”

Teacher's Plans

Teacher's Plans

Chapter Thirteen

June

June was always a bittersweet time for Amanda. Because of the amount of time she spent with her students, it always made her feel a little sad at the idea of some of them moving on, but that was one of the perks of working in Special Education. For better or worse, there was usually quite a bit of continuity from year-to-year. However, this year she was going to be losing many of her students who made huge leaps in their progress.

Her thoughts immediately went to Joey. She was so proud of the strides he had made this year . He really is finishing his year strong. I almost wish I had more time to work with him. Thinking of Joey, her mind quickly wandered to Tracy. She tried to ignore those mental images as she shuffled through some papers on her desk.

Joey came running into her room looking hot and upset.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m not going.” Joey looked ready to burst into tears.

Amanda came out from behind her desk and put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s have a seat, shall we?” After seeing that he was settled in a chair, she asked in a concerned voice, “Okay, what’s this all about.”

Joey lifted his chin and stubbornly declared, “I am not going.”

Trying to understand what was upsetting him so much, she asked, “Where is it you’re not going?”

He kicked the chair in front of him. “I’m not going to no different school. First, Mr. Atkins leaves and now they want me to leave.” He continued defiantly, “But, I’m not. You just wait and see.”

Amanda took in a quick breath. Oh, so there are going to be some late repercussions from Tracy’s leaving after all. She leaned closer to him and softly said, “Joey, you are doing so well in your studies. By moving to the next grade, you will be able to reach further and do even more wonderful things.” Amanda could see that he remained unconvinced. “It would really make me proud to see you do well in fifth grade. I know Mr. Atkins would want that, too.”

Joey nodded his head as if he were disgusted, “Oh, he doesn’t care.”

Amanda said, “Of course, he does.” She needed to get Tracy and Joey together for a talk. “Look, would it be okay if I told Mr. Atkins how you are feeling?”

Joey looked up with what almost seemed to be a grin. It was so quick that Amanda thought she must have imagined it. He quickly looked back down and said in a sad, slow voice, “I guess so. Well, I gotta go now.”

Amanda walked him to the door. “We’ll talk more about this later, okay?”

Still looking down at the floor as he left, he said, “Okay.”

Amanda stood looking after him as she noticed Janice passing in the hall. Amanda waved to her. “Wow, Joey’s having a tough time, huh?”

Janice looked confused, “About what?”

Amanda said in a surprised voice, “He was just in here with me. He doesn’t want to go to the middle school.”

“Really? He never mentioned it to me.” Janice glanced toward her classroom door and said, “I’ll make sure I keep an eye on him and see if he brings it up. I’ll let you know if he does.”

“Thanks.” Amanda said. “I’m going to give Tracy a call. I think they should get together to have a little chat. Joey brought him up quite a bit.”

“That might be a good idea.” She walked away.

Amanda turned back to her room to try and locate Tracy’s work number. Carolyn came in the classroom whistling. Amanda looked up from her desk and asked, “Why are you so happy?”

Carolyn gave a carefree wave, “Why not?” Giving Amanda a cute grin, she said, “I know we were going to get together tonight to bake those cookies, but I’m going to need to postpone it. Would that be okay?”

Amanda busy with her own thoughts mumbled, “Sure, sure that’s fine. Now if I could just…” her voice trailed off as she continued trying to locate Tracy’s work number. She could feel Carolyn looking over her shoulder, but she didn’t even stop to shoo her away. Finally, she found it. “Ah ha!”

She took the paper out of the folder as Carolyn said, “Well, I’m off. See you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Amanda said absentmindedly. She picked up the phone and dialed Tracy’s work number.

“Tracy Atkins here.”

Hearing his voice reminded her of how much she missed seeing his smile, feeling his gentle touch on her arm, simply being near him. She gave herself a mental shake and then said, “Hi, Tracy.”

“Amanda?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Amanda knew her mind could do funny things where Tracy was concerned so it made her wonder if it was her imagination that made it seem like his voice suddenly seemed lighter.

“How’ve you been?”

There it was again. It wasn’t just her mind playing tricks. Amanda played with a paperweight on her desk. “I’m okay. I’m calling because I need to ask you a favor.”

Without hesitation, Tracy said, “You name it.”

“I was wondering if you could meet with Joey.” She peeked at the clock. “I know you will be leaving work soon. Should I call you at home? I could fill you in on all the details.”

Tracy asked, “How about if I just meet you somewhere? I don’t have anything real pressing.”

Amanda said, “Sure. That sounds good.”

“Remind me that I owe Joey one, will you?”

Amanda cleared her throat. With a grin that seemed to have a mind of its own, she tried to say in her best schoolmarm voice, “This is strictly business.”

Tracy chuckled. “Yes ma’am! Can I pick you up?”

Trying not to sound too eager, she said, “That would be fine. How about in an hour or so?”

“Got it. I’ll see you then.” In Tracy’s excitement, Amanda was rewarded with a dead phone line.

Humph! She thought to herself.

****

Amanda flew home, put on a fresh coat of lipstick and fluffed her hair. When his knock sounded at her door, she grabbed her purse and peered out the window. The mere sight of Tracy made her heart do double-time. She took a deep breath and answered the door. “Hello.”

Tracy gave her a half grin that turned Amanda’s insides to mush. “It’s good to see you again. I’ve missed you,” he said softly.

In a rush, it hit her just how much she had longed to be with him as well. With a soft sigh, she looked away. “Thanks. I’ve…well, I’ve missed you, too.” Not wanting to sound too personal she looked up at him and added, “The children all miss you as well.”

Tracy looked pensive, “Shall we go to dinner?”

Amanda felt awkward during the drive to the diner. She kept reminding herself to guard her heart. However, once they arrived and ordered their food, the feeling of camaraderie they had shared for so many months seemed to return as the conversation flowed from one topic to the next. Amanda told him all that Joey had shared with her earlier. Tracy promised to meet with Joey, even as soon as tomorrow if he wanted to. After they lingered in the diner for as long as they could, Tracy reluctantly said, “Well, I guess I should take you home.”

Amanda secretly wished they could spend more time together and then mentally kicked herself. What are you thinking? Instead she muttered, “Yes, I guess it is that time.”

After pulling up to Amanda’s house, Tracy shut off the engine and came around to open her door. They walked in silence until they got close to the house.

“Amanda, I wish we could do this more often. I…well I…I don’t mean getting together to talk about Joey.” Putting his hand on the rail, he clarified it. “I mean spending time with each other.”

Amanda put her hand on his arm to stop him. “I know what you mean.” She withdrew her hand. Could she see him and still protect her heart? She doubted it. So why was she teeter-tottering all of a sudden? “Let me think on it, okay?”

Tracy nodded. “Sure. If I don’t hear from you differently, I’ll meet you at the school tomorrow afternoon to spend some time with Joey.”

Amanda smiled. “Thanks, Tracy.” Tracy was about to walk away when she stopped him. “Oh, and Tracy?” As he looked at her, she said, “I had a nice time tonight. Thanks for dinner.”

Tracy gave her a smile of his own in response. “You’re welcome. I had a good time, too.”

****

The next day, Amanda looked expectantly at the classroom door waiting for Joey to arrive. It didn’t take long for Joey to pop his head around the door. He flung his backpack down from his shoulders to his hand and stood before Amanda. “Mrs. Hall said you wanted to see me.”

Amanda smiled at Joey. “Yes, I did. Thanks for coming.” Amanda studied Joey for a moment. “I met with Mr. Atkins last night and he’d like to meet with you. Would that be okay?”

It seemed like Joey was trying to hide a smile as he said with a gleam in his eye, “Only if you’ll be there with us.”

Amanda suddenly felt like she was missing something important. She tried to weigh Joey’s response and came up with a blank. “Well, I think we could arrange that.” Trying to shake off her hesitation, she said, “Mr. Atkins was hoping you’d be free after school today. Do you think we could call your mom and ask her if you could stay for about an hour and then Mr. Atkins and I could give you a ride home.”

Joey quickly got up from the seat he had plopped into just minutes ago. “Sure thing. I’ll go to the office now and call. Should I meet you in here after school?”

Amanda nodded her head. “That would be fine.” Before Joey left the room, she said, “And Joey, if you can’t stay, please let me know so Mr. Atkins doesn’t have to make the ride out, okay?”

Joey dismissed it with a wave of his hand, “Okay.”

The rest of the morning went quickly, much to Amanda’s relief. As she made her way to the break room, she thought to herself, I can’t believe there is only one more week left of school. She spotted Carolyn sitting with a cup of coffee. “Hey there, Carolyn.”

Carolyn looked up and a bright smile covered her face. “Hey, how’s it going?”

Amanda sat down with an ungraceful plunk. “Well, I think okay.” Amanda let her mind drift back to Joey. “Something is up with Joey.”

In a voice that suspiciously sounded fake, Carolyn asked, “Oh really, what’s up?”

Amanda sat back against her chair. After thinking for a moment about Joey and Carolyn’s behavior, it was as if a light bulb went on. She hesitated for just a moment and then asked, “You wouldn’t, by any chance, have been talking with Joey lately…have you?”

Carolyn gulped her coffee so fast that it must have gone down the wrong pipe. Choking and sputtering at the same time, she asked, “Why…would…I…be…talking… to…your…student?”

Amanda patted her on the back, quickly changing her line of questioning, “So, what did you do last night?”

Carolyn shrugged, “Not too much. There wasn’t anything good on TV.”

“I don’t know what you’re up to Carolyn Clark, but you’ve just been nabbed.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Amanda chuckled “I haven’t figured out what you and Joey are trying to do, but I know that you two are in cahoots so …you better just give up.”

Carolyn weighed her chances. With a big sigh, she said, “What gave us away? Joey put on such a supreme act yesterday that I had to hug him when he came out into the hallway.” She leaned on the table as she said, “Girl, you fell for it…hook, line, and sinker.”

Amanda’s sense of humor was dwindling as she saw Carolyn held no remorse for her deed. “You, my dear lady, said you couldn’t get together with me last night because something came up.”

Carolyn hit her head with the palm of her hand. “Oomph. It was me.”

Amanda was more than ready to cut to the chase. “So, do you want to tell me what this is all about?”

She held up her hands in surrender and took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Joey and I love both you and Tracy, but you’re both too thick-headed and stubborn to see what is before your very eyes. So Joey and I came up with a plan.” She chuckled. “It really was quite brilliant. We simply knew if we could get you two together to work on something, then you couldn’t help but see that you two make a great team.”

Hadn’t Amanda come to that same conclusion herself? Only, she wasn’t about to share that information with Carolyn—at least not at this point. Amanda heard someone clear their throat. Both girls looked up. If it were any other time, Amanda would have laughed as she watched Carolyn’s jaw drop open.

“What are you doing here?”

Tracy folded his arms across his chest. “I’m here listening to a very interesting confession.”

Carolyn picked up her coffee cup. “Listen, guys, I’m sorry if you’re upset with us, but we did it for you.” After fixing him with a piercing gaze, she said, “I’m really the one to blame. I let Joey talk me into thinking up all this silliness. I just hope it wasn’t for nothing.” With that, she left the room.

Tracy sat down next to Amanda. The silence seemed to stretch until Amanda felt compelled to break it. “Well…”

Tracy ran his fingers through his dark hair. “Yes, that is a deep subject.” He sat back into his chair and sighed. “They’re right. We do make a good team.”

Amanda’s heart was racing and she was well aware how breathless she sounded when she said, “I admit, it was good…while it lasted.”

“It doesn’t have to end, just because my job here has.”

Amanda chased the crumbs around the table with her finger. “About this teamwork...”

Tracy’s eyebrow lifted in inquiry.

“I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. What I mean is if I changed my mind and did come to work with you....ahh...”

Tracy ventured, “You’d consider the assistant position but nothing, shall we say, more personal.”

Amanda breathed a sigh of relief and finally looked at him. “Exactly.”

Tracy nodded his head. After a moment, he chuckled and asked, “Ever hear the old saying, ‘beggars can’t be choosers.’ It would be the ice cream shop’s loss, but my gain.”

Amanda considered for a moment. On one hand, it would be torture to see him every day, but on the other, it would be worse not to see him at all. Before she could change her mind, she nodded her head decisively. “I think it’s about time for a change from my regular summer routine and since this is a temporary position…”

Tracy’s eyes grew wide. “Really? When can you start?”

Amanda flinched. “Remind me I owe Carolyn and Joey payback.”

Tracy’s eyes fairly glistened. “I owe them a big thanks.”

“I’ll start the week after school is over.”

“That’s super!”

Amanda cut him off. “It would be very helpful if you could give me a written run-down of exactly what I’ll be doing so I can look it over before I start.”

“Will do.” He agreed. “I’ll give it to you on Sunday.”

Amanda blinked in surprise. “You’re coming back to church?”

“Yes. Now that school will be over next week, there is no need for me to stay away.” With a shrug of his shoulder, he admitted, “I miss the fellowship.”

After taking a deep breath, she said, “I guess I should tell you this is Carolyn’s week.”

“You mean she’s having lunch?”

“You got it. I’m sure she’ll invite you over when she sees you at church.”

“She’s a good friend, isn’t she?”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Most of the time.”

Tracy smiled. “Look, I’ve got to run. I’ll get that job description for you and I’ll see you on Sunday.”

“Okay.” Amanda stayed sitting at the table for a few minutes wondering what she just got herself into.

****

Sunday couldn’t have come quickly enough for Tracy. Now as he sat in his pew, he wondered how he managed to stay away. It was good to be in church and see all the friendly faces, smiles, and greetings while soaking up the Word of God. The final hymn had been sung and everyone was preparing to leave, Tracy turned to pick up his Bible. Sam found him and thumped him on the back. “Tracy, it’s good to have you back, man. Where’ve ya been?”

Tracy glanced over at Amanda and said in a stage whisper, “In hot water.”

Sam laughed, “Well, then it’s about time to get out. We missed seeing you around. Seriously, how have you been?”

Carolyn strolled up. “You two going to make it over to my house for lunch? Jim and Amanda and a few others will be there.”

“Count me in,” Tracy said.

“Me, too.”

“Great. I want to talk to Pastor Moore about something he said in the sermon, so I’ll meet you there.”

“Sounds good,” Sam replied before turning back to Tracy. “Want to catch a ride with me to Carolyn’s? There’s that hymn sing at five-thirty...”

“Sure, I might as well make a day of it before I go back to my new place. Say, how are things going for Carolyn and Jim?” Tracy asked as they made their way through the parking lot.

Sam rolled his eyes. “They’re on cloud nine. It’s disgusting.”

Tracy laughed so hard he felt as if his sides could split. “Come on, it can’t be as bad as all that.”

Sam just grinned and then looked curiously at Tracy as if waiting for him to say something.

Tracy knew what he wanted. Finally, he admitted, “I’ve been working at Milltown, under the guise of an assistant, when I actually work for the State.” He shrugged. “It’s complicated.”

“Oh, I can imagine. Now I think I understand why you’re in hot water with the girls. You can mess with a lot of things, but don’t you dare mess with their school.”

“I hear ya.” Tracy looked out the window and confessed, “I don’t know why, but I never considered how much trouble it would cause when I took the job.”

Sam was quiet for a minute before he asked, “Do you think working at Milltown helped the State?”

“It did.” Tracy licked his lips. “Honestly, though, I don’t think it would warrant them doing this again.”

“Do you think they will?”

Tracy shrugged his shoulders. “Hard to tell. That’s what I’ll be working on now. I need to gather all the data and reports from the schools and piece it all together.”

“Sounds like a big job.”

“It will be.” He couldn’t help smiling, “But, I just found out a few days ago that I’m going to have some help.”

“Cool.” Sam took a quick look over at Tracy. “So what’s the smile for?”

“God is good. Guess who’ll be working with me?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said with his eyebrows raised.

“Amanda.”

Sam’s eyes grew large as he choked out, “Amanda. I’d love to know how you accomplished that!”

Tracy laughed. “I didn’t.”

“Well, then how?”

“Let’s just say Carolyn and one of Amanda’s students gave me a little help. Why don’t you ask Carolyn about it at lunch?”

Sam tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “I think I will.”

****

Amanda popped her head inside Carolyn’s door. “This is it. Are you ready for the last day of school?”

Carolyn put down the pencil she was using to help her keep track of the reams of papers she was counting. “I think so. How about you?”

“Yes, I am.”

Carolyn asked with a knowing grin, “Looking forward to your summer job, huh?”

Amanda rolled her eyes, unwilling to let her friend know just how much she was looking forward to it. “Yeah, sure rub it in.”

Carolyn laughed out loud. “Well, I’ve got some news myself.”

“Oh?”

“Jim’s taking a week off from work and is going to team teach with me during Vacation Bible School.”

“Now that’s love.” Amanda said biting the inside of her cheek. “What grade are you going to be with this year?”

“Pre-kindergarten.”

“Wow...are you trying to scare him away?”

“I never thought about that.” Carolyn looked a little nervous. “Do you think?”

Amanda held up her hand in mock surrender, “Just kidding. Relax.” Carolyn still looked a little concerned. “ It will be fine, really it will. I better get back so I’ll catch you later.”

“All right.”

As soon as Amanda walked back into her room, she sensed something was different. She looked around the corner and there sitting at the desk was Tracy. “Tracy, what are you doing here?” she asked in surprise.

“Good morning. I had a little extra time today and I wanted to stop by to wish the kids a great summer vacation.”

“Well, I’m sure they will be as surprised as I am.”

Tracy looked around the room, smiling. “I can’t believe how much I miss this place.”

Just then Allie came in. “You’re here. You’re here. I knew you’d come back,” she said as she wrapped him in a hug.

“Hello, Allie.”

She looked adoringly into his eyes and announced, “When I grow up, you’re going to marry me.”

Tracy’s eyebrow rose and Amanda could tell he was trying hard not to laugh. Finally, he coughed into his hand. “Allie, it’s nice to let the boys take care of proposing.”

“What’s proposing?”

Amanda could hear the shuffle of feet coming into the room so she missed Tracy’s response as she turned around to greet the kids.

Ralph was at the back of the line. He came in with the file box Amanda had requested. “Thanks, Ralph.”

“No problem.” He looked at Tracy and Tracy stood up, extending his hand.

“Hi. I’m Tracy Atkins. I was Amanda’s assistant earlier this year.”

Ralph took the hand Tracy offered and looked from Amanda back to Tracy. “Oh...”

Amanda quickly said, “Tracy just came back to say good bye.”

“Are we having a party today?” Abby asked.

Thankful for the distraction, Amanda took Abby by the hand and led her over to the circle. “I can’t tell you yet. Today is a surprise day. Even Mr. Atkins is here for a little while.”

“Yeah!” the kids greeted him excitedly pulling him to join the circle.

Smiling at Ralph, Amanda said, “I think we’re going to have a fun last day.”

****

That night, Amanda snuggled down under her covers and reached for her journal. She and began to write.

June 28

Well, today was the last day of school. As I look back over the year, I can see how God’s hand has been working. Last year at this time, I was worried about the future, but now, although I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, I’m not feeling so anxious about it. It reminds me of the verse I read in my quiet time from Jeremiah this morning. ‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.’

God, thank you that You take such good care of me. I don’t know what You have in store for me, but help me to remember that You have a plan for me. Your plans are always better than my own. Amen

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Teacher's Plans

Chapter Fourteen

July

This was it. The first day on the new job. Nervously, Amanda shuffled through the door while reading the sign to make sure she was walking into right room. Was it because of the newness of the job or the fact she would be around Tracy on a daily basis once again?

Tracy looked up from his desk as he heard the door open and stood up. “Amanda, it’s good to have you here. Come on in...”

Amanda looked curiously around the room as she walked further in. His office didn’t look anything like she envisioned it. It was a small room with the majority of the space taken up by two desks. Where would she fit?

“Come and meet my co-worker and friend.” Tracy turned to Don. “Don, this is Amanda.”

Don held out his hand to shake hers while gesturing over toward Tracy. “Nice to meet you, Amanda. This guy talks about you like the sun and moon revolves around you.”

Amanda felt her face grow warm as she changed the subject, “I thought your office would be bigger.”

“Our department is big,” Tracy explained, “but it’s spread throughout the building. Only Don and I share this room.”

Don watched Amanda closely. “I think I’ve seen you before, but I just can’t remember when.”

“Cone Heads. You came in for ice cream last summer.”

He snapped his fingers. “That’s right. You’ve got a good memory.” He turned back to his desk and said, “I wish I could stick around, but I need to head out for a meeting. I just dropped by to get a few things. I look forward to seeing you in the future though.”

“Thanks,” Amanda replied.

Tracy pulled a chair up to his desk and offered her a seat as he pulled his chair close to her. “Well, shall we get down to business here? I hope you don’t mind if we share this desk. I have a lot I want to show you so we can both be working from the same page.”

Tracy’s shoulder brushed Amanda’s. She could smell his spicy after-shave. Focus, stay focused. “Just tell me what to do, boss.”

Tracy winked at her. “You better not call me that too often or I may just start ordering you around.”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Don yelled over his shoulder as he walked out the door.

“Ah, away with you!” Tracy called out.

Amanda felt herself relax at the easy camaraderie Tracy and Don apparently shared.

Tracy looked at Amanda and gave her a bright smile. “He’s a good guy but I should warn you, we’re not used to sharing our office with a female.”

“Well, I guess that makes us even then.”

Tracy looked a little puzzled.

“I never had to share my classroom with a male before I met you.”

“Touché.”

****

The morning sped by. Tracy rubbed his neck and said, “I think we’ve really made progress today. What a difference it makes when you’re here.”

Amanda blinked. “We did get a lot done, but I’m afraid I’m beginning to see double.”

Tracy laughingly said, “I guess it’s break time.” He reached over and took the statistic papers she was reading off. “Speaking of breaks, do you have anything going on over the holiday weekend?”

“Do you mean Saturday?”

“Sure do.”

Up until now, Tracy had maintained a strictly professional relationship. She wondered if he were trying cross that fine line as she hesitated for a moment before answering. “I don’t know yet. We usually go to see the fireworks. How about you?”

“My family is coming for the weekend.”

The air seemed to leave her all at once. It was nothing personal. So, why did she suddenly feel disappointed? She plastered a smile on her face. “That sounds like fun.”

“It’s sure to be.” Tracy added, “I’d really like it if they could all meet you. Do you think there is any chance you would come to a picnic on the Fourth?”

“Me?” She felt like a yo-yo. Back to that fine line again . Amanda toyed with the idea of meeting his family. She knew she was in no shape to make a decision. She’d only wind up regretting it later. “Would it be all right if I got back to you tomorrow?”

“No problem. If you can’t make it for the picnic, perhaps you could come back to my house after the fireworks for dessert?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” She saw that determined look in his eye and wondered if he’d even take no for an answer if it were to come to that. “How many people from your family are coming?”

“When I talked to my folks a few days ago, the count was up to fourteen.”

Amanda whistled. “Wow. Where will they all stay?”

With a carefree wave, he said, “I’m not too worried about that. They’re easy to please. I have a spare room with a double bed for my parents and the rest will flop on the pull-out couch or sleep on the floor.”

“Do you need any more air mattresses or something like that?”

“Nope, they’re used to camping so they all bring their own gear. My nephew was actually thinking about popping a tent in the backyard.”

“That’s a great idea.” Nodding and reaching for the papers Tracy had taken from her earlier, she said, “I think I’m ready to have a go at this again.”

Tracy rolled his eyes, and teased, “You’re going to be the death of me yet.”

Amanda swatted him with the papers. “Come on, let’s get busy.”

He winked. “Okay, Boss. ”

****

Amanda didn’t know how he did it, but yet again, as they sat waiting for the fireworks, she realized Tracy won another round. She glanced around her. Everyone was either sprawled out on blankets or sitting in lawn chairs waiting for the fireworks to begin. Tracy leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I’m glad you were able to come today.”

Amanda was surprised she could honestly say, “Me, too.” God must have done some healing work in her heart.

“My family really likes you.”

Amanda looked at the friendly faces around her. “You are very blessed to have a family like you do. I can tell, they are very special people.”

Tracy smiled gently at her and said softly, “So are you.”

Do you really mean that? Amanda bit on her lower lip before answering, “Thank you.”

Just then a loud boom was heard and everybody’s attention was drawn to the sky for the start of the show. The crowd’s oohs and ahhs soon followed. Tracy and Amanda fell silent as they watched the spectacular colors fly and drift in the sky.

All too quickly, the show’s finale began. The last fireworks were shot off and everyone started clapping. Tracy called out through the noise; “Can you come back to my place for some dessert?”

Amanda shook her head. She was experiencing feelings toward Tracy that she had no right to feel. She was afraid if she stayed with him any longer, the cracks in her heart’s armor might show. “I think I should probably be getting home.”

Mrs. Atkins said, “We won’t keep you for long but you really should stay if you can, dear. Other than the fireworks, it’s the best part of the day.”

How do you say no to a man’s mother? “I suppose, since you put that way, I really can’t resist.”

Mrs. Atkins winked at Tracy before she turned to talk to her husband. Tracy folded up the blanket they were sitting on and offered her his arm. “There are a few potholes in the ground. Why don’t you hold onto me until we get to the parking lot?”

Oh, what would this one time hurt? Amanda slipped her hand into the crook of his arm. “Thanks.”

Tracy pulled his arm into his side to give her hand a little squeeze. “Anytime.”

Amanda blew a strand of hair out of her eyes as she prayed, What now, Lord?

“Amanda?”

“Hum?”

“In two weeks or so, you’re job at the office will be done.”

Amanda nodded, “Yes, I know.”

Tracy pulled her closer to him. “Watch that hole.”

“Oh, I didn’t see it.”

Tracy picked up where he left off, “After the job ends, where will that leave us?”

Amanda almost tripped, but this time not from a hole. Her feet simply didn’t want to move. “I don’t know.”

“I’d still like to see you…more than at church.” Tracy stopped and held Amanda still. “Amanda, no more skirting things. It’s time we were open with each other. I imagine by now, you must know how much I’ve come to care about you.”

Amanda swallowed hard. No, please don’t say that.

“I’d love to be able to spend more time with you. To see if you may be able to come to care for me as I care for you.”

“Tracy, I…I…” Could she dare to expose her heart again?

After she didn’t say anymore, Tracy put his head down. “I wanted you to be thinking about it.” He started walking again. “Before you know it, your job will be finished, but please, don’t let that be the end of us.”

Amanda silently followed him, with much on her mind.

****

A week and a half later, Tracy laid aside the last folder and sighed, “That’s the end of the pile.”

Amanda felt like cheering and crying all at once. “I thought for sure I was going to need glasses before you were through with me.”

With a half teasing grin, he quipped, “Who said I was through with you?”

Amanda laughed, “You know what I meant.” She raised her arms high over her head and stretched. “Whew. How can you do this all year?”

“Well, I do other things, too. But,” Tracy smiled, “now you know why I jumped at a school year of fieldwork.”

“Hmm.”

Tracy turned off his computer and asked nonchalantly, “How about we go out to dinner and celebrate the end of this project?”

This would be her last day with Tracy. All that she was about to lose hit her like a boulder. No longer would she be able to hear his laugh every day or enjoy a cup a coffee over a mound of papers. She would lose him like sand slipping through her fingers if she didn’t do something. “Sounds…wonderful.”

“How about that new Mexican place?”

“I’ve been wanting to try that.”

“Great. How about I pick you up at six?”

“I’ll be ready,” Amanda replied as she picked up her purse.

Now Tracy felt like cheering, but he tried to maintain a cool composure. “Amanda, thanks again for all your hard work this past month. It’s made a big difference.”

“I’m glad I could help,” she said sincerely before opening the door and calling over her shoulder, “I’ll see you in a little while.”

****

Amanda kicked the door closed with her foot, threw down her purse and ran to the phone. Thankfully, Carolyn picked it up. “Hello?”

“Carolyn, I need your help.”

“Sure. What do you need?”

Amanda rubbed her forehead. She knew she’d never live it down, but right about now, that didn’t matter. “How do I let Tracy know I’m interested in him?”

“I knew it, I knew it!” Carolyn laughed. “It won’t take much.”

Amanda sat down on the couch impatiently. “This is all so new to me. You know I’ve never dated much and don’t like playing mind games. How do you let a person know you’re interested in them without being forward?”

“Honey,” Carolyn chuckled, “You need to just let go...and let God. He’ll show you what to do. Pray that Tracy will understand what you are saying.”

“What should I wear?”

“What should you wear? Wait a minute...wait just a minute...is this Amanda Manning I’m talking to?”

Rolling her eyes, Amanda said, “Carolyn, come on. I need your help.”

“All right, all right.” Amanda heard Carolyn sigh over the phone. “I think you should just wear a comfortable pair of jeans and a nice top. Just be yourself. He’s not interested in your clothes and you’re only going out for Mexican food.”

Amanda rubbed her hand over her eyes, “You’re so much better at this kind of thing than I am.”

“Amanda, you know Tracy pretty well by now, don’t you?”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“Don’t you think Tracy knows you a little, too?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Amanda asked.

“Just...absolutely everything!” Carolyn blurted out. “He can read you as well as I can by now. Don’t stuff your feelings behind a mask and he’ll catch on in no time.”

“Easier said than done,” Amanda mumbled.

“Look, don’t you remember the sermon from last Sunday? Pastor Moore said to make the most of every opportunity because you never know when God will call you home.”

“You’re taking that out of context. He was talking about telling people about Jesus.”

“And I’m talking about the gift God has given you in Tracy.”

Amanda scratched her head at that. “All right. Point taken.”

“Call me when you get home?” Carolyn asked.

“Sure,” Amanda replied in a preoccupied voice. “Bye.”

****

Amanda and Tracy sat down at the table and waited for the waitress. Little chili pepper lights gave off a romantic glow. “Boy, I sure am glad they have air conditioning,” Amanda commented.

Tracy grinned. “I thought you were looking hot.”

Amanda picked up a tortilla chip. “I seem to recall you once said you didn’t flirt.”

He cupped his chin with his hand. “I’ve decided to make an exception with you.”

“Why?”

Tracy cocked his head for a minute before asking, “Do you really want to know?”

“I do.”

“Amanda, can I ask you a question first?”

“Sure, shoot.”

“Why did you agree to come here tonight?”

She took a deep breath. “I came here tonight because I enjoy being with you.”

Tracy studied her for a full minute before a slow smile lit his face. “You like me, don’t you?”

Amanda looked everywhere but at him.

Tracy grinned, “Sorry, I shouldn’t put you on the spot like that but I just wanted to make sure I was getting the right message.”

Amanda licked her lips. “I’m willing to see where God may be leading us…if you still are.”

Joy was written all over Tracy’s face. “You bet I am.”

Just then the waitress came up, “Do you folks know what you want yet or do you need a few more minutes to decide?”

Tracy winked at Amanda and she smiled back at him. To the waitress, he merely said, “I guess we may need a few more minutes.”

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Teacher's Plans

Chapter Fifteen

August

For a week now, Amanda and Tracy had gone out with each other almost every evening, but today was special. It was Saturday. They were able to enjoy each other’s company for the whole day. Amanda wiped a bead of perspiration from her forehead. Tracy noticed and said, “How about if we find an ice cream stand and take a break?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

They weaved their way through the crowd and found an ice cream stand. Tracy glanced around him. “Wow. There are a lot of people here.”

Amanda smiled, “The County Fair is always a big social event around here.”

“Our family always enjoyed going as well. I just don’t remember ours ever being this big or well attended.”

“It’s been this way for as long as I can remember.”

“What’s your favorite ride?”

Amanda blew a piece of hair off her face that had fallen from its clip. “The Ferris wheel…particularly at night,” she answered without a second’s thought.

“Why?”

“I love to see all the lights below and all the people who look like ants. It somehow gives you a different perspective on the world.”

Tracy agreed, “It’s like that in an airplane, too.”

“How about you, Tracy? What’s your favorite ride?”

“What kind of ice cream would you like, Amanda?”

Speaking to the waitress, she asked for a small swirl cone. Tracy added, “The same for me but large and two cups of water, please.”

As the girl went to fill their order, he answered Amanda’s question, “I always enjoy the roller coasters.”

“You need to hang out with Albert.” Amanda rolled her eyes, “I can’t tell you how many of those rides he’s managed to drag me on.”

“You don’t like them?”

With a grin she said, “Actually I do, but I’d never let Al know that.”

Tracy laughed. The girl handed out the cones and Amanda took them, along with a few napkins as Tracy paid the bill and grabbed the cups of water.

Walking away with their goodies, Amanda said, “Thanks for the cone and for bringing me here.”

Tracy spotted a vacant bench that had a small spot of shade on it and directed her over to it. “You’re welcome. Thanks for coming with me.” Tracy offered her the shady spot with a wave of his hand.

Amanda took it gratefully. “Here, if you don’t mind sitting close, there should be room for two to be out of those hot sun rays,” she said moving over.

Tracy sat down. “Sounds good to me.”

They both went to lick their cones and Tracy’s arm bumped into Amanda’s elbow. Amanda’s cone hit her chin. “Oomph!”

“Sorry, Amanda.” He grabbed a napkin so she could wipe off the spot of ice cream on her chin. “I’m sitting on the wrong side. I should have thought about that.”

“I guess I’m as much at fault then, too. I didn’t even think about you being left handed.” Amanda could smell his woodsy after-shave as he reached over and finished cleaning off a spot of ice cream she missed. “Thanks.”

Intent on his task, he just mumbled, “Hmm.”

“Did you get it all?”

Tracy sat back satisfied before rising to his feet. “Yes, but we better switch sides.”

After they were settled again, Amanda said, “Looks like sunset will soon be here.”

“That’s good. Then it will start to cool off. Would you like to go see the animals before we take a spin on the Ferris wheel? It should be fairly dark by then.”

“I didn’t mean we had to go on the Ferris wheel,” Amanda quickly said. “Do you even like it?”

“I will tonight,” He replied with a twinkle in his eye.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll be there,” he winked.

Amanda just smiled and said, “Sounds like a good plan to me then. To the animals…”

****

The sky grew dark and the lights of the rides twinkled their greetings. The night’s air seemed still. As if it was holding its breath in anticipation for something special to happen. Meanwhile, Amanda and Tracy entered their car on the Ferris wheel. Amanda felt the heady thrill as they started to rise. It stopped and swayed slightly before it settled to let more people on below. “What can you see?” Amanda asked as she peered out her side.

“I see…” Amanda looked at him as she heard the odd tone in his voice, “A beautiful woman who I’ve come to love over the past eleven months.”

It took all she had not to let her chin drop at the unexpected comment. Amanda could feel their box rise in the night sky to its fullest height and stop. “You love me?” she finally asked.

“With all my heart.”

Amanda bit on her lower lip and was tempted to pinch herself to see if it was all just a dream.

“Amanda, have you come to care for me as well?”

Amanda felt him reach for her hand. She placed her hand in his and softly replied, “I have.”

The Ferris wheel went round full circle. “Amanda, you mean more to me than life itself.”

“Oh Tracy…”

Tracy pulled a small black box from his pocket, opened it up and handed it to Amanda. “I’d get down on my knee if there were room, but there’s not so…I love you, Amanda Manning. Will you marry me?”

Amanda, not taking the box, wrapped her arms around his neck. Tracy pulled back to look at her face. The multi-colored lights in the background grew fuzzy. “I love you too, Tracy.”

Tracy cupped Amanda’s chin in his hand and bent his head down. His lips met hers in a soft endearing kiss. Just then the wheel stopped and made them jump.

Tracy was the first to recover as he laughed, “Whose idea was it to propose on a Ferris wheel anyway?”

“Not mine,” Amanda giggled.

“Yeah, well…I figured it was a safe place.”

“Why’s that?”

“Nowhere for you to run,” he quipped. “Besides, I just noticed these lights do pretty things with this ring, don’t you think?”

For the first time, Amanda really looked at the ring. The beautiful pear-shaped diamond brought tears to her eyes with its simplistic beauty. “It’s exquisite. I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll wear it to show our love to the whole world.”

“I’d like that.”

“Do you mean?”

Amanda nodded her head. Just then the wheel moved for the final quarter turn.

Tracy tenderly kissed her again.

“I could get used to this,” Amanda admitted.

“I’m counting on that,” Tracy grinned as he slipped it onto her left ring finger.

Amanda held on to the steel bar and as their box came to the platform. “Let’s go tell Mom and Dad.” Amanda held her hand over her mouth. “Speaking of Dad…”

The ride operator opened their door with the key and Tracy held out his hand to help Amanda out. “It’s all covered. I spoke to him already.”

“You did? What did he say?”

“He said if I could convince you.”

Amanda stopped mid-stride and put her hands on her hips. “He said…well, I guess I should have put up more of a fight then.”

Tracy wrapped his arms around her and said, “Nah, I think you did just fine.”

“Hmm.”

Tracy let his finger slide down the silhouette of her face. “You’re an answer to my prayers, Amanda. I knew I wanted you for my wife almost from the moment I met you.”

“You did?”

“Yes, I did.”

Amanda looked at him a little sheepishly. “I did my best to fight this.”

“I know that, too.”

“Oh yeah? What else do you know?”

“That I’m about to kiss you in front of all these people.”

Playfully she jumped out of his embrace. “Oh, no, you don’t, mister.”

He grabbed her hand and brought her back to him. “Life with you will never be dull.”

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Amanda had reached out to shake his hand when his words hit her full force. She withdrew her hand like she’d just touched fire and squeaked, “You’re who?”

“I’m your new assistant. The principal said to meet you here.”

Silence engulfed the room. Tracy shifted his weight to one hip, looking slightly uncomfortable for the first time. “He said you would be expecting me.”

Amanda tried to cover up her shock. “Um, right…it’s just…” You’re a man—not just any man—a drop dead gorgeous man! She felt like she was drowning with no way out; she needed time to gather her wits. “Were you by any chance at an interview in the Board of Education building on June 13th?”

...Tracy laughed. “I think my first impression of you was correct after all.”

Teacher's Plans

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”

(NIV)—Jeremiah 29:11

Table of Contents

Teacher's Plans

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen