Sunrise Point

needed to hand out bushel baskets, help people with ladders, pull out crates and bags for them to take their apples home.
    More and more familiar faces appeared, many of them clearly intending to stay for hours. She saw some boys throwing a Frisbee through the trees and others throwing one for the dogs. The wraparound porch on the big old house was full of people and Nora caught sight of Maxie and her friends holding court. Great thermoses of tea and lemonade were set up, gallons of fresh cider opened up and tables of baked goods stood in the yard. People spread blankets in the yard to sit on and lawn chairs were pulled out of truck beds. A couple of big grills were set up and Nora saw that it was the team from Jack’s bar serving up hamburgers and hot dogs while Rosalie and Penny were busily opening huge bags of chips.
    Just the sight of Berry running with other small children at a town party, laughing and playing with growing confidence, filled Nora with joy. Fay spent a great deal of the morning in Nora’s backpack while Nora did everything from pour cider to bagging apples.
    “Break time,” Tom said from behind her. And she felt the weight of the baby lifted from her shoulders. “Give me a hand here and I’ll wear the baby for a while.”
    “Oh, Tom, I’m sure you’re too busy for that!”
    “We’re all busy,” he said, handing her the backpack to hold while he shrugged into it, then laughed as baby Fay instantly had her little hands all over his head. “Are you having fun?” he asked Nora.
    “I’ll let you know when I catch my breath! When you said it would be crowded, I had no idea it would be like this.”
    “It’ll be like this all weekend and the next.”
    And a little while later Nora noticed Fay’s little head lying on Tom’s shoulder as she slept while he continued to hand out bushel baskets.
    Nora took a moment to grab Berry and fix her a hot dog. They sat together on the porch steps as far away from the crowd as Nora could get them, just long enough for Berry to devour a hot dog. She had no sooner taken the last bite when her little one escaped yet again, and this time headed for Reverend Kincaid’s family who had gathered on a blanket in the yard under the shade of an apple tree.
    “Hey,” someone said.
    Nora turned to see Darla sit down on the step beside her. “Hi. Are you enjoying the festival?”
    “Oh, yes and no,” she said. “It’s very social, isn’t it? I’ve met some nice people, but two full days of apple picking? I can think of other things I’d rather be doing. And I get none of Tom while he’s all tied up with work.” She gave a nod toward the barn. “Apparently you figured out how to tie him down for a while.”
    “Huh? Oh, you mean the baby? That was totally his idea. But what a great idea—my back was killing me and it looks like Fay’s getting her nap at the same time.”
    “Where’s your husband?” Darla asked.
    Okay, she wasn’t the first person to ask, Nora thought—but why did it feel like a jab? “No husband, Darla. Just me and the little ladies.”
    “Oh, sorry—did your husband die, too?”
    Nora just shook her head. “No, I wasn’t married. And before you ask, there’s no man in my life now, either.” Then with a guilty pang she added. “I’m very sorry for your loss. Maxie told me.”
    “Thank you. Things have been so much better since Tom came into my life. Fate is pretty strange, isn’t it? One minute I’m a grieving widow and the next I’m falling in love with the man who was comforting me.”
    Nora smiled at her while she fought envy. “That’s wonderful. Tom is such a good man.”
    “Hmm, handsome, too. And look at him out there with the people! Everyone loves Tom—he’s a natural salesman.”
    “I don’t usually see him in this capacity,” Nora admitted. “Around here we’re all just a bunch of farmers and pickers. This is hard work, running an orchard.”
    “I kind of think of Tom the way I would a pro football player—the body can’t do that forever. At some point a person would have to find less physically taxing work.”
    “Or hire the right helpers,” Nora said. “Maxie is still picking apples, though Tom has tried to keep her off ladders. It’s fun to watch the two of them sneaking around each other.”
    “I can’t see Tom picking apples into his seventies. And I can’t see me living on an orchard. The nearest decent restaurant is almost an hour drive.”
    “I guess you haven’t eaten at