Sunrise Point

didn’t take any of his guff. He liked that in a girl. All that being said, he’d keep looking. He’d find the right woman one day. And he wouldn’t be completely surprised if she turned out to be a little like Nora.
    Until he did, he not only picked her up and drove her home, after a week of that he began to go all the way into town to get her. And he tried not to keep an eye out for her during the workday, but still managed to find things to do near wherever she was picking.
    Maxie took a run over to the coast for some shopping and since she was gone, Tom went to the kitchen to make himself a huge sandwich full of meats, cheeses, lettuce, tomato and pickles. He cut it in half, wrapped it in a couple of paper towels and set off for the orchard. He went to where he’d last seen her picking, but she wasn’t there. Her ladder stood abandoned. He walked deeper into the orchard and finally he thought he heard her humming and he moved toward the sound.
    Very soon he realized it wasn’t music—she was crying. His pace quickened as he looked for her. “Nora?” he called. But she didn’t answer; her sobbing became closer and more ragged. He felt panic rise; his fear for her surpassed all other thoughts.
    Finally he saw the satchel in which she carried water and lunch and the shadow of her bent knee on the far side of an apple tree. Her crying was very close. She was sitting on the ground, leaning against the tree, her face covered with her hands. Three long strides brought him to her and he instantly fell to his knees in front of her.
    “God, are you hurt?” he asked.
    She shook her head and turned her red, wet eyes toward him. But she didn’t answer, she simply cried.
    He put aside the sandwich and gently grabbed her shoulders. “Nora, talk to me. Tell me what happened, what’s wrong.”
    She just shook her head and sobbed.
    He pulled her against him and held her. He whispered to her, shhhh and, it’s okay . He rocked her a little bit. And finally, through her tears she choked out, “I remember.” And then she cried some more.
    Tom had always hated it when girls cried. He had always thought it either weak or manipulative. But when Nora gripped the front of his shirt in her hands and held her face against his chest, weeping, he found it curious that those thoughts didn’t even come to mind. His shirt was getting all wet and he didn’t care. And while he wished he knew exactly what caused these tears, he was willing to soak them up until she was ready. All he wanted was to take care of her. He wanted to comfort, stop the tears, ease her worry, feed her half of his sandwich.
    He held her for a long time before she took a few deep, uneven breaths. Against his chest she said, “All of a sudden I remembered. I was up in the tree, on top of my ladder, and I remembered.” Then she leaned back a little bit and still gripping his shirt with some desperation she added, “I just remembered. Jed…my father…said that he was divorced when I was four but stopped coming for his visits when I was six and for all these years I believed my parents divorced when I was six. I remembered so clearly, coming home from first grade and asking if Daddy was coming home.” She shook her head. “I lost two years of my life. Two whole years. And I just got them back.”
    He threaded his fingers into the hair at her temples and, just as he’d seen her do at least a dozen times, he combed back her hair until it came free of the ponytail. He spread it over her shoulders and smiled into her eyes. “Does a little girl of four remember so much, anyway?”
    “Yes. What I remember now is hiding under the bed, behind my mother’s heavy curtains, in the closet or outside. Because when my dad came to get me, there was always a terrible fight—lots of yelling. My mother screamed at him. He was so passive—he would keep saying, ‘I just want to take Nora for the day and I’ll bring her back on time,’ but my mother made it so horrible, so scary, that I was terrified and I shook all over. I wet my pants and she blamed my daddy. Oh, God, I remember.” She swallowed convulsively. “And then when I got home, she was crazy all night, sometimes all week. I remember telling her I didn’t want to go with Daddy, thinking it could make her better. I told him he shouldn’t come because it made Mommy too mad and made Mommy cry. I remember.” Huge tears rolled down her cheeks. “I sent him away, Tom. He never came again. Never called,