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“We’re here to see Mr. Jones,” the woman said in a defeated voice. “We don’t have an appointment, sorry. But he does know me. Will he . . . will he see us?”
“I’m sure he will,” Faith said, when she had no idea if that was true or not. But she couldn’t turn this woman away. “What was your name?”
“Elizabeth Wilbur.”
She picked up the phone.
“Yeah?” Reuben said.
Since he’d fired her two weeks ago, he’d actually been slightly less grouchy.
Slightly.
But for some reason, it wasn’t getting to her as much as before. Perhaps it was because of the conversation she’d overheard between him and Juliet.
That had made him seem more relatable.
“Elizabeth Wilbur is here to see you,” she said. “Could you fit her in? She doesn’t have an appointment.”
“I’ll come out,” he said before hanging up.
“He’s coming out,” Faith relayed to the nervous woman.
Reuben stepped out of his office and strode over to the woman, holding out his hand. “Elizabeth.”
“Mr. Jones. Thanks for seeing me.”
“Reuben, and any time. Hey, Tommy, Will. You probably don’t remember me.” He nodded to the boys, who stared up at him from behind their mother.
“I’m sorry to bother you . . . if it’s not a good time, we can come back.”
“You’re fine. Please, come in.”
“Would the boys like to stay out here with me?” Faith asked.
Their mother looked at her worriedly.
“I can assure you they’ll be safe with Faith.”
“I even have some chocolate in my handbag. If that’s okay?” she asked their mother.
The other woman relaxed slightly. “It is. If you’re sure?”
“Yep. Do you boys like to color? I’ve also got some pens somewhere in my bag. I’ve pretty much got everything, but the kitchen sink in there.”
“Why would you put a kitchen sink in there anyway?” the older boy asked.
“Well, how else would I do my dishes?”
They both looked puzzled at that.
Reuben was fuming as he escorted Elizabeth out of his office. But some of that anger drained away as he walked in on Faith playing with Elizabeth’s sons. They were all sitting on the floor and the two boys had wide smiles on their faces.
“Oh,” Elizabeth said.
“Something wrong?” he murmured. She better not be about to criticize Faith, because he wasn’t sure how he’d react.
“No, they just haven’t smiled like that since . . . since their father.”
