All Chapters of A Christmas Melody: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60
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Chapter Fifty-One
Eventually the two ladies came out, still laughing like school girls, and Sarah rang up the old clock her friend had picked up. “Bill is going to love this,” the woman, dressed in a loud red coat with shimmering rhinestones across the lapel, mused.“I certainly hope so,” Sarah replied, her face beaming. “All right, Ruth. Here it is, darling. Now you two kids stop by and say hello before the parade. Melody and I will be right out there on the bench in front of the store.”“Bill will be excited to see you,” Ruth replied with a giggle, “but not as excited as he will be to see this clock!”“Take care, dear,” Sarah said as her friend headed for the door.“See you in a bit, hon,” Ruth shouted back and then added, “Goodbye, Melody!”Turning to smile in her direction, Melody said, “It was ni
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Chapter Fifty-Two
“Is it almost time for the Christmas parade?” Michael asked for at least the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. “I want to go see Miss Melody!”Reid was standing in front of the mirror in the master bathroom trying to decide if he had made a mistake wearing his blue sweater over the top of his blue-and-white plaid shirt. “Will this be too hot with a coat on, too?” he mumbled to himself. He’d already changed at least four times, and it seemed odd to him to even care what he was wearing for a change, especially since he’d likely have his coat on the whole time, but he wanted to look nice for Melody, even if she couldn’t see it, and he was lost in his own reflection when Michael’s yelling from the attached bedroom became more invasive.“Dad? I wanna go!” the kindergartner said, coming in and slamming his hands down on the counter.“We will.
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Chapter Fifty-Three
Now that Michael’s dangling legs were no longer an obstruction, he slid over a bit closer to Melody. The smell of warm vanilla and peppermint alighted in the breeze, and he debated whether or not to tell her she smelled good or she looked nice—or neither since her mother was sitting right beside him.Melody smiled at him, and said, “You look really nice,” as if she’d been reading his mind.“Thanks,” he replied. “I was just about to say the same thing. I mean, that you look nice. Not that I look nice.”She giggled, and he hoped she knew him well enough now that his silliness wasn’t enough to send her running for the hills. “Thanks.”An older gentleman stopped to say something to Sarah, and he watched Melody’s eyebrows raise and then lower. She stared at her mother for a long moment and then, with a hesitant smile, said quietl
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Chapter Fifty-Four
Bishop’s Diner was just a block or two off of the main drag downtown, and even though it was crowded with other people who had the same idea to stop by after the parade, Melody and Reid were able to get a booth. The waitress, a woman Melody had gone to school with named Valerie, was nice, though her usual chattiness was curtailed by the crowd, and she’d hustled off to get their drinks while Melody pretended to look at the menu though she was really paying much more attention to Reid than what was printed on the laminated paper in front of her.“So what’s good here?” he asked, flipping it over a few times before setting it down and locking eyes with her.Melody felt her cheeks warm and glanced down at the menu. “The chicken fried chicken is good. That’s what I usually get. Most everything is pretty good.”“Chicken fried chicken,” Reid mused, steepling his finge
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Chapter Fifty-Five
Melody felt a tear in the corner of her eye, but she didn’t brush it away, and despite the sadness, she realized she was smiling. “No one ever calls me that—except for my dad. And you.” He looked surprised, but before he could attempt to apologize, she said, “I really like it when you call me that.”The crooked grin she found so endearing was back. “Good.”Melody took a deep breath and let it out. There was more she wanted to say, but she hesitated to do so. Even though this didn’t feel like a first date, it really was one, and she didn’t want to alarm him. At the same time, she thought he needed to know how much he had already helped her make the holidays special again. “There are so many things I’ve done this Christmas that I never thought I’d do again. You and Michael have changed everything for me. You’ve made me see the magic of the season again. An
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Chapter Fifty-Six
“Well, technically, it was Michael who wanted to ask you first,” he said, as if she had hurt his feelings. “So if you said no, you’d really be saying no to him.”“You know I want to go,” she said, swatting at him, though she didn’t reach anywhere near far enough across the table to actually hit him. “What do you think he’s going to ask Santa for?”Reid became slightly more serious, and Melody remembered the conversation they’d had in the hallway when she’d been helping them decorate the Christmas tree. “Hopefully it will be something I can buy at a store. I have gotten him some things I know he’ll like, and some stuff he needs, like pajamas and socks, but I’m honestly not sure what his big request might be.”Melody nodded and took a drink of her coffee which was almost cool enough not to be scalding now. She much prefe
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Chapter Fifty-Seven
Melody smiled so brightly, she was sure she rivaled the Christmas lights. “You know, when Michael bribed me into going along with this, I was skeptical at first. But I guess you’re okay. At least I’ll get some candy out of the deal.”He laughed, and Melody was proud of herself for catching him off guard. “That boy would not trade candy for anything in the world—except for maybe more time spent with you. Even if you are only here due to bribery, thank you for coming.”With no further explanation necessary, Melody said, “Thank you for inviting me.”“Do you think we should go rescue your mom?” he asked, coat in hand.“I think we better go rescue you--middle-of-the-night you. She’s probably sugaring him up so that he’s bouncing off of the ceiling.”“We’d better hurry then,” Reid sa
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Chapter Fifty-Eight
“Did you have a nice time?” Sarah asked, flipping on a lamp and straightening up a few things Michael had apparently strewn around the room.On weak legs, Melody made her way back into the living room and dropped onto the sofa. “Yes,” she said, knowing she was still starry eyed.“Take your coat off and stay a while,” her mother said.The phrase was something her father would have said, and it jarred Melody back around a bit. She had forgotten she was still wearing her coat, so she began to unbutton it.Sarah folded the throw blanket up and sat it on the back of her chair and then sat down to face her daughter. “He seems like an awfully nice young man, Melody.”Her coat on the sofa beside her now, Melody agreed. “He is, Mom.”“And Michael is a doll.”“I know. There’s
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Chapter Fifty-Nine
The snow from the night before crunched under her feet as Melody carefully climbed the steps to the library, Michael’s hand in hers. Reid was on the other side of him, and even though it wasn’t slippery, the idea of tumbling down the steep flight of stairs did not sound appealing, particularly since there was quite a crowd of people around.Ever since Reid had picked her up about thirty minutes ago, Michael had not stopped talking, and he continued to chatter all the way to the door. Melody had always loved this building. She wasn’t certain, but she believed it was colonial revival. It crossed her mind that Reid would know for sure, but asking would mean interrupting Michael. He was in the middle of a soliloquy about how Santa takes care of his reindeer, and Melody felt it might be rude to interrupt.Once they entered, Michael was finally quiet as he gasped in awe. The wide open space where the children usually gathere
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Chapter Sixty
Just as it had the night before, the feel of Reid's hand in hers gave Melody the sensation of warmth and safety. Melody felt herself relax and decided to concentrate on enjoying the moment, and as they continued to slowly make their way to the front of the line, they began a discussion of popular Christmas movies which completely took her mind off of her mom, her dad, music, everything except for Reid and his uncanny ability to quote holiday films.When there were only a few other families in front of them, Michael looked up and said something to his friend before trotting over to join them. “Dad, we read Olive the Other Reindeer,” he said, slipping under the tinsel.“That sounds like a great book, buddy,” his dad said. “Did you have fun with Hailey?”“Yeah. She’s going to church tomorrow. Am I going with Mrs. Gregory?”“As far as I
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