Part 29 (1/2)

”I'm afraid he's got a point there,” said Atkins.

A triumphant Goode turned to look at Miller and his eyes nearly crossed at what he was seeing.

”But Henry,” pleaded Cotton, ”please, the children ... Let me be their guardian. I-”

Atkins was not paying attention to Cotton. He too was now staring at the courtroom, his mouth wide open.

Cotton slowly turned to see what Atkins was looking at, and felt himself feeling faint, as though he'd just seen G.o.d walk through that door. Lou and Oz stood mere before them all. And between them, held up almost solely by her children, was Amanda Cardinal.

Lou had not taken her gaze from her mother from the moment Oz had led her down the hallway and into the bedroom, where her mother was lying in bed, her eyes wide open, tears running from them, her shaky arms finally reaching out to her children, her trembling lips forming a joyous smile.

Neither could Cotton take his gaze from the woman. Still, he had unfinished business before the court.

In a cracking, halting voice he said, ”Your Honor, I would like to present to you Amanda Cardinal. The rightful and true guardian of her children.”

The sea of now-silent people parted and allowed Cotton to walk slowly over to mother and her children, his legs stumbling along, as though they had forgotten the proper motions. His face was smirched with tears.

”Mrs. Cardinal,” he began, ”my name is-”

Amanda reached out a hand and touched him on the shoulder. Her body was very weak, yet her head was held high, and when she spoke her words were soft but clear. ”I know who you are, Mr. Longfellow. I've listened to you often.”

TODAY.

THE TALL WOMAN WALKS ALONG A FIELD OF BLUE-gra.s.s slowly curving in the wind. The line of mountains sweeps across in the background. Her hair is silver and hangs to her waist. She holds a pen and a paper tablet and sits on the ground and begins to write.

Maybe the wis.h.i.+ng well did work. Or perhaps it was the unwavering faith of a little boy. Or maybe it was as simple as a little girl telling her mother she loved her. The important thing was our mother came back to us. Even as our beloved Louisa Mae left us. We had Louisa but a minute, yet we came close to having her not at all.

The woman rises, walks along, and then stops at two granite tombstones with the names Cotton Longfellow and Amanda Cardinal Longfellow engraved upon them. She sits and continues writing.