just . . . a visionary. And he thought big dreams and small towns didnât mix.â She sighed. âAnyhow, Travis is pretty angry about his dad taking offâabout everything, really.â
âI noticed,â I told her.
âItâs not Travisâs fault. It hurts to have your own father set you aside.â
âYeah. I reckon so.â Not that Iâd know much about that.
She shrugged. âAnd me, Iâm pretty lonely. Itâs hard to be a mother and a woman on oneâs own.â
âSure. Surely. Yes,â I agreed, trying to bring my thoughts back around to Miz Trompâs quandary.
âSo, this is my wish,â Miz Tromp went on. âI wish for a good man. A husband for me and a father for Travis. As you well know, there are but a few single men in this townââ She made a face.
I couldnât help thinking that she was thinking of my father.
ââso Iâve long known my chances of finding Mister Right in Sass are pretty slim. Maybe heâd be a new customer or something. Iâm not sure how it would work. That part I guess Iâd leave up to you.â Miz Tromp paused. âThink you can do it?â
I took a deep breath. âThereâs only one way to find out.â
Reaching into my pack, I revealed one of the wish biscuits. âA fine husband for Miz Tromp and a good father to Travis,â I whispered to the baked good.
I waited a few seconds to let the magic sink in, then I slid the biscuit over to Travisâs ma. She looked at it, apparently a mite confused.
âYou have to eat it,â I told her.
âNow?â she asked.
âThe sooner the better, if you want your man.â
She gave a little laugh, then took the biscuit in hand. When she bit into it, her eyes brightened. âDog my cats, Genuine! This is muh-muh-muh!â That last word was muddled by her chewing.
âGlad you like it.â I smiled. âNow, I expect things
could
start happening pretty soon, but be patient, all right? Iâm still figuring out how this works. It might take some time for the stars to arrange things like traffic detours and whatnot, to get your man here.â
âIâve been patient this long,â she conceded.
A certain tightness that I hadnât noticed in her before suddenly loosened. As she was gathering up her keys and getting ready to go, she stopped and said, âItâs probably not my place to say this, but . . . boys being how they are . . .â
âMaâam?â
âMy Travis is real fond of youââ
I held up my hand. âMiz Tromp, I like you very much. Enough to be honest with you, so here it is. Travis is as rude and contrary as they come. No girl in her right mind would put up with his
baby
s and
sugar
s. And the way he treats peopleâ!â I didnât spell it out, for kindnessâ sake. She understood me. âBut I am sorry that his daddyâs leaving hurt him so much.â
Strangely, my words didnât seem to bother her at all. âYouâre a smart girl, Genuine Sweet. You let me know how that wish progresses, all right?â
Just as Miz Tromp was saying her thank-yous and farewells, Handyman Joe came strolling in. Not even troubling to sit, he offered me two full days of labor on the houseâplus materialsâprovided I could locate an old army medal of his fatherâs.
âI donât know if it was stole or just lost, but if you could turn it up for me, Iâd be real grateful,â he said. âItâs all I have of him.â
I thought of a necklace I had that used to be my maâs, a gold chain with a charm, a star inside a star. If I ever lost it, Iâd be heartbroken. Even in the worst, most empty-bellied days, Iâd never once considered selling it.
I whispered to one of the wish biscuits and gave it to Joe.
âI get the medal and a biscuit, too?â he asked.
I gave him a