After I got out, we hugged, and then I looked carefully at his garden. “Wow, you’ve really downsized, haven’t you? I remember when half your yard was full of your vegetable garden.”
He smiled. “Ever since your aunt died, I haven’t needed that many plants. She was a demon freezer and canner, but I have no interest in doing any of that. I just grow a few things every year to keep my hand in it.”
I looked at the bed, a twelve-inch high wooden box sitting on the ground, filled with rich, black soil. In that compact space, he was growing three tomato plants, two rows of potatoes, a block of onions, and a block of green beans. “How did you manage to fit so much into such a small space?”
“What can I say? When I get started, I have a hard time stopping.”
“You could always build another bed,” I said.
“Then I’d just fill it up, too, and we both know it.” His smile faded as he added, “I’m finished up here. Why don’t we go onto the porch?”
I nodded. While his house wasn’t really anything that special, he had a screened-in porch that I’d always adored. When I’d been a kid, I could remember having slumber parties out there, hearing the crickets and watching the fireflies doing their nightly dances. While my uncle’s place was still technically in the city of Hickory limits, he had nearly an acre of land, with trees all around him. It was a little like his own slice of heaven.
After Uncle Thomas washed up at the spigot outside, he asked me, “Would you like some lemonade?”
“You wouldn’t be stalling, would you?” I asked him.
“Me? Would I do something like that? How’s that husband of yours? Is he still treating you right?”
“You know it. He’s fine, and he sends his love. He’s working on a pretty bad case for the Charlotte police at the moment. They’re in a jam, so they called him in.”
“How’s the consulting business going?”
“It comes in spurts. Anything else you want to talk about? How are the Crawdads doing?” That was our local Single-A professional baseball team, and my uncle rarely missed a home game.
“It’s too soon to tell,” he said. “Okay, you’re right. I’ve been beating around the bush, but I called you up here, so I should get to it.”
Now that he was getting ready to tell me something, I found myself wishing that I’d been the one stalling, instead of him. Uncle Thomas was more important to me than I’d even realized, and the prospect of losing him was enough to break my heart.
“You don’t have to tell me,” I said suddenly. “We can just sit out here and enjoy the day.”
“No, you’re a busy woman, and I’ve got things to do myself. I’m sure you have a puzzle due today.”
“There’s a puzzle due just about every day,” I said. “If I don’t get around to it today, I have some saved up. If they run through those, they can always use old ones.”
“I hate repeats,” he said. “I feel like I’m being cheated.”
“Hang on a second. You do my puzzles?”
He nodded. “Ever since the Hickory paper started carrying them. I’m getting pretty good at them, too.”
“That is the sweetest thing I’ve heard in ages,” I said, truly touched by his admission.
“Why wouldn’t I do them? I’m proud of you, Savannah, and so was your mother.” He frowned, and then said, “I’ll be right back.”
What was he getting? Were there test results he wanted me to look over? Was it even worse than I’d feared?
To my surprise, a full five minutes later, he came out onto the porch with a small wooden box clutched firmly in his wrinkled hands. It was big enough to hold a packet of letters four inches thick, or just about anything else that would fit into that space.
“Those aren’t test results,” I said.
He looked surprised by the declaration. “Of course they aren’t. Why would you think they were?”
“You told me you went to the doctor, remember?”
“Savannah, I also remember telling you that everything was fine. Sure, my blood pressure’s higher than he’d like, and I could stand to lose ten or fifteen pounds, but there’s nothing dire.”
“That’s a relief,” I said, suddenly feeling a weight lift from me. I knew I wouldn’t have my uncle around forever, but that didn’t mean I was ready to let him go just yet, either. “What’s in the box?”
“It was your mother’s,” he said as he handed it to me.
“I thought I cleaned everything out after she and dad died,” I said. It had been a painful process going through their things after the accident, but I’d forced myself to do it, along with help from Zach and Uncle Thomas.
“You did, as far as you knew. Astrid asked me to keep this for her, and I didn’t have any way to say no. She told me to give it back to her in five years, and if she wasn’t around, I was supposed to give it to you then. Well, I’m not waiting another two years. You deserve to have it now.”
“What’s inside? Do you have any idea?”
“I never peeked, if that’s what you’re asking. It could be full of gold doubloons for all I know.” He hefted it in the air, and then said, “Strike that. Gold would be heavier than that.”
He offered it to me, but I had a difficult time taking it from him. “Maybe you should look first.”
Uncle Thomas shook his head. “Your mother was clear. I was not to look inside, no matter what the circumstances. I didn’t break my word to her when she was alive, and I’m not about to start now.”
“You’re not breaking your word,” I said. “You’d be doing it as a favor to me.”
“Savannah, I couldn’t love you any more if you were my own daughter, but there are some things I can’t do for you, and breaking my word is one of them. I’m sorry, I truly am, but I won’t do that.”
“I understand,” I said. I reluctantly took the box from him, and saw that while it had a certain heft to it, there wasn’t any gold inside, at least not literally. I couldn’t imagine what might be inside, but I was in no hurry to find out. I put it on the table beside my chair, still unopened.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious?” Uncle Thomas asked.
“Yes, but I’m not ready to see what’s in there yet. I think I’ll wait until Zach can see what’s inside with me.” Many times, my husband was a source of strength for me, and whatever was in that box, I knew that I’d be better suited to handle it with him by my side.
“That sounds like the right thing to do,” my uncle said.
I looked around at the beauty outside. “What would you like for lunch? Should I make something for us?”
He grinned. “I’ve already taken care of it. There’s a pot roast in the oven that should be ready in about an hour.”
“We’re eating roast at ten thirty in the morning?” I asked, not able to keep the amusement out of my voice.
“I’ve become a fairly good cook, but I’m lousy at timing meals to come out when I want them. I don’t know how your aunt managed it all those years. If it’s too early, I understand completely. I guess I got excited that you were coming, so I kind of jumped the gun a little.”
“Ten thirty sounds perfect,” I said. “Can we eat out here?”
“We can eat wherever you want to, child,” he said with a grin. Had a weight been lifted off him as well? Uncle Thomas seemed relieved to have passed my mother’s box on to me, no doubt from fulfilling one of his last obligations to her. He’d loved my mother, and had shown her even more care when my uncle Jeffrey had left. He and my mom had been close, so the stories went, and when Jeffrey disappeared on his eighteenth birthday without a word to any of them, it had nearly broken her heart. That was when Thomas and his sister had formed such a tight bond.
We chatted for a while, and I heard the timer go off in the kitchen.