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“It won’t take you long to make friends. We’re a friendly town. But until you do, call me if you need me.”
“Thank you.” She looked at him for a moment. “You go above and beyond, Mr. Buchanan.”
“Milo. Not even my kids call me Mr. Buchanan.” He leaned forward and waved at Caleb. “See you tomorrow, big guy.”
Caleb slowly raised his hand and waved back.
Wilda gasped. “He hasn’t…” She turned to Milo. “You made progress in one day. If it weren’t so inappropriate, I’d totally hug you right now.”
He grinned. “When you start considering me your friend, then maybe it won’t be so inappropriate.”
She nodded. “I should go.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He opened the door for her, and she got in behind the wheel.
“This is the first time since my brother suggested we move that I think it might have actually been a good idea.”
Chapter two
“Just how young is this teacher?”
Wilda and Caleb arrived home, and she pulled the Toyota into the driveway and parked it next to Mathias’ truck. Caleb got out of the car and ran for the house before Wilda could gather her purse and open her door.
Caleb was hugging Mathias in the small kitchen, and Wilda’s brother smiled at her. “Is this a good sign or a bad one?”
“I think he had a pretty good day.”
Mathias patted Caleb’s head. “Is that so? Did you like your first day at school?” Caleb looked up at him and nodded. “That’s awesome, dude.”
Caleb let go of his uncle and sat at the wooden table with four chairs.
Mathias took an apple from a bowl on the counter and began slicing it. “And how did you deal today?”
Wilda sighed. “I might have worn a bare spot in the rug in the living room pacing most of the day.”
“You should’ve gone out and explored the town.”
“I couldn’t stop worrying long enough to do anything. Tomorrow will be better. I’ll go see what the town has to offer.”
“Does that mean you’re warming up to the place?”
“Hmm. Let’s not take the rest of the furniture out of storage just yet. I am thinking about looking for a job, though.”
Mathias took a bite from one of the slices, then put the rest in a bowl and set it in front of Caleb. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I think I do. If he’s going to be gone all day, I need to do something, or I’ll go stir crazy.”
“Well, no rush. And only do it to pass the time. I’ve got the bills covered and then some.”
Wilda went to him and hugged him. “I don’t know how we would’ve made it this far without you, Matty.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He kissed her on the temple. “What did you think of his teacher?”
“He’s…” She smiled. “A very interesting man.”
“A man, huh? I was expecting a middle-aged woman with horn-rimmed glasses and graying hair.”
“That was your kindergarten teacher. Mrs. Blanchard.”
