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Chapter Six

“You’re kidding, right?” Haley stared at the woman in the main office of the Jamison Central Public School and prayed she’d heard wrong. “I can’t just sign Tyler up for school?”

Tyler’s expression said he wasn’t surprised. For a little kid, he’d been refused and rebuffed for months. Why should today be any different? And why didn’t she think of finding someone to watch them this morning? She’d figured she would march in here, fill out papers, hand Ty his lunch and be on her way.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

“Vaccination papers.” She repeated the secretary’s words and pursed her lips, confused. “Do I get them from a doctor here? Would he have already had them? Who would know?”

The woman shrugged. Her face showed compassion, but the law allowed no leeway. “Check with whoever had him previously. His former caretaker.”

“Aunt Dell,” offered Tyler. Discouragement colored his tone.

Haley sent Ty a reassuring smile. “Thanks, Ty. I’ll give her a call.”

“Won’t do any good.” He slouched down in his seat with an air of dejection. “She don’t answer her phone. Says she don’t like to talk to people ’cept in person.”

“Doesn’t answer her phone,” Haley gently corrected, then palmed a hand over his head. “We’ll figure this out, Ty. I promise. I just didn’t know it was required,” she explained to the woman at the desk. “The boys just came to live with me on Thanksgiving, so it was impossible to get anything done on a holiday weekend.”

“I understand.” The woman held out a short list to Haley. “Here are the names of a few local family doctors and two pediatricians in Wellsville. They’ll be able to walk you through the process, but the guardianship papers need to be approved by a New York court.”

“And I have no idea how to do that.” Haley glanced at the clock, wishing the hours back. She’d been trying to settle the boys in since eight-thirty and the clock was stretching toward ten. She still had to visit the day care center Alyssa told her about for Todd and get to her noon appointment at the bank in Wellsville. Her fire inspection was slated for one-thirty and even though she’d warned the vendors, she knew everyone was in recovery mode after the busiest shopping weekend of the year. Fatigue might lead to carelessness, something she couldn’t afford to have a fire inspector find. But she was here and the co-op would have to wait.

Haley didn’t do waiting well.

Impatience snaked up her spine. Acceptance was about last on her list of attributes when it came to business. This was where a gung-ho attitude could get her into trouble, but right now she was caught trying to iron out legalities for the two boys and that was more important than anything else. She knew that.

But the clock ticked on.

“I’ll figure this out, contact one or more of these—” she waved the papers toward the woman, grabbed Todd’s hand and nodded to Tyler to get up “—and get back to you. Hopefully soon so we can get this fellow started.”

“We’d like that.” The woman settled a gentle smile on the boys, a warm look of acceptance and grace. “And boys, I love your camouflage jackets. My boys loved to wear camo when they were little and my grandsons love it, too. You remind me of them.”

“Did their dad die, too? And their mom?” Todd voiced the question with all the innocence a three-year-old could muster.

Haley’s throat seized. Her chin went lax. Two little boys should never have to go through this. Any of this. The loss of parents, the shuffling around, the lack of structure, silly legalities blocking their way from a nice, normal existence.

The other woman took a deep breath. A sheen of tears brightened her eyes, but she shook her head. “No, but every night I thank God for people just like your daddy and mommy. People who try so hard to be good and fight for our freedom.” She tapped the form listing Anthony’s name and rank. “Your daddy was a hero for being a soldier, and your mommy was a hero for being strong while he was gone.”

That made sense to Todd.

Tyler didn’t look as certain. “But Mommy cried a lot when Daddy died. Aunt Dell kept telling her to find a job and things would get better, but Mommy said it wasn’t that easy. They fought a lot.”