Take Care, Sara

and forget about all the rest. And…have a little faith.”
    She dropped her hands from her face, staring at the shadowed room with bleary eyes. Thunder rumbled outside; lightning cracked, and the sky cried a flood of tears of joy or pain; she didn’t know. Give me strength, please. Give me strength to live, to love again. Who was she asking? A shiver went down her spine as lightning struck her eyes; momentarily blinding her with white light, the only answer to her unspoken question.
    ***
    The knock came at exactly eight in the morning. Sara finished braiding her hair and snapped a rubber band around it as she walked to the door. Sunlight and Dana greeted her. Sara was blinded more from the sight of Dana than the fiery light in the sky.
    “Morning, sugar,” she said in her brittle voice that was lilting at the same time it was abrasive. She held two steaming mugs of coffee and a white bakery bag was tucked under one arm.
    “Hello, Dana.” Sara blinked repeatedly to bring her eyes back into focus and stepped away, allowing Dana to enter. Dana knew there was a coffeemaker in the room; she’d put it there herself, but Sara figured she was lonely and liked Sara’s company. Sara had to admit the same to both. As long as Dana was willing to bring her coffee and doughnuts in the morning and chitchat for an hour or so, Sara was happy to accept.
    Her hair was teased up around her head, a white-blond Q-tip with a brown stick-like body beneath it. Her brown eyes were lined with black eyeliner and her eyelids were shadowed with midnight blue. Rouge cheeks and apple red lips completed the artwork that was her face. That wasn’t what had made Sara see temporary spots though. That credit had to be given to her ensemble of a sequined top of red, white, and blue stars, red capris, and white heels. 
    “It’s the Fourth of July,” she informed Sara, sitting down at the small table by the doors.
    Sara sat down across from her. “Oh?” It had completely escaped her what the day was. Cole and Lincoln had both always been big on the annual fireworks display put on at Kronshage Park in Boscobel. Sara tagged along for something to do. She wondered if Lincoln would be going to it this year.
    She accepted the coffee Dana pushed toward her, taking a careful sip. Dana made excellent coffee. It was strong, but not bitter. Smooth and flavorful.
    Dana removed two napkins from the bag and placed an oversized cinnamon roll on each, setting one in front of Sara. Her stomach growled as the smell of frosting and cinnamon and sugar hit her.
    “’Bout time you got your appetite back,” Dana commented after eyeing her for a beat. “You were all skin and bones when you got here.” She sniffed, pulling a piece of her roll off and dipping it into her coffee before taking a bite.
    “How did you end up in Waupun, Dana?” Sara asked, taking a bite of her roll. The sweet bread was heaven to her taste buds, somehow thick and fluffy at the same time.
    “Fourth husband owned this Godforsaken motel,” she said with a grimace.
    Sara gave her a surprised look. “You don’t like it? You take such good care of it. The housekeepers do an excellent job. The outside is clean and well-maintained and the flowerbeds are so pretty. It’s a nice place, Dana. Truly.”
    Dana sat up straighter at the praise. “Of course it is. As you said, I take good care of it.”
    “Where is the fourth husband?” Sara asked, hiding a smile behind her coffee cup.
    She snorted. “Don’t know, don’t care. He split, leaving me with this place.”
    “Oh. I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be. He was a liar and a cheater and I’m glad to be rid of him. Plus, I love this place.”
    Sara didn’t point out that Dana had just contradicted herself. It wouldn’t do any good. She was crabby and also refreshing at the same time. Sara thought her placement here, in this town, in this motel, near Dana, was perfect. The ache for Lincoln was there, always, but she was doing okay.
    “You’re my date for the fireworks,” Dana announced, finishing off her cinnamon roll.
    “Your date?”
    “I sit out on the deck and watch them. You can keep me company. Not like you have anything better to do anyway, here without your man like you are.”
    Sara stiffened, lowering her coffee cup. “What?”
    Dana got to her feet, her knees cracking, and rolled her eyes. “Oh, you. It’s obvious you’re hurting. I know all there is to know, Sara. A look like that in your eyes; it’s from a man.