“And we might find sweets in other shops,” she added.
“Come on, Maddie,” Dylan said impatiently, and took her hand, marching her away from the shop. Ahead, Cassie noticed the store that Madison had told her about, owned by the woman who’d offered them a ride.
“One last stop there, and then we decide where to have lunch,” she said.
Thinking of healthy suppers and snacks ahead, Cassie chose a few bags of chopped vegetables, a bag of pears, and some dried fruit.
“Can we buy chestnuts?” Madison asked. “They’re delicious roasted on the fire. We did that last winter, with my mum.”
It was the first time either of them had made mention of their mother and Cassie waited anxiously, watching Madison to see if the memory would cause her to become upset, or if this was a sign she wanted to talk about the divorce. To her relief, the young girl seemed calm.
“Of course we can. That’s a lovely idea.” Cassie added a bag to her basket.
“Look, there’s the fudge!”
Madison pointed excitedly and Cassie guessed the moment was over. But having mentioned her mother once, she had broken the ice and might want to talk more about it later. Cassie reminded herself to be responsive to any signals. She didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to help either of the children through this difficult time.
The bags were displayed on a counter near the till, together with other sweet treats. There were toffee apples, fudge, mint humbugs, small bags of Turkish delight, and even miniature candy sticks.
“What would you like, Dylan and Madison?” she asked.
“A toffee apple, please. And fudge, and one of those candy sticks,” Madison said.
“A toffee apple, two candy sticks, fudge, and Turkish delight,” Dylan added.
“I think maybe just two sweets each for you will be enough or it’ll spoil your lunch,” Cassie said, remembering that excessive sugary treats were discouraged in this family. She took two toffee apples and two packets of fudge from the display.
“Do you think your father would like anything?” She felt a rush of warmth inside her as she spoke about Ryan.
“He likes nuts,” Madison said, and pointed to a display of roasted cashews. “Those are his favorite.”
Cassie added a bag to her basket and headed for the till.
“Afternoon,” she greeted the shop assistant, a plump, blonde young lady with a name tag that read “Tina,” who smiled at her and greeted Madison by name.
“Hello, Madison. How’s your dad? Is he out of hospital yet?”
Cassie glanced in concern at Madison. Was this something she hadn’t been told about? But Madison was frowning, confused.
“He hasn’t been in hospital.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood. When he was last here, he said—” Tina began.
Madison interrupted her, staring at the cashier curiously as she rang up the purchases.
“You’ve got fat.”
Horrified by the tactlessness of this comment, Cassie felt her face going as crimson as Tina’s was doing.
“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled in apology.
“That’s all right,”
Cassie saw Tina looked crestfallen at the comment. What had gotten into Madison? Had she never been taught not to say such things? Was she too young to realize how hurtful those words were?
Perceiving that no more apologies would redeem the situation, she grabbed her change and hustled the young girl out of the shop before she could think of anything else tactless and personal to announce.
“It’s not polite to say things like that,” she explained, when they were out of earshot.
“Why?” Madison asked. “It’s the truth. She’s much fatter than when I saw her in the August holidays.”
“It’s always better not to say anything if you notice something like that, especially if other people are listening. She might have a—a glandular problem or be taking medication that makes her fat, like cortisone. Or she could be expecting a baby and not want anyone to know yet.”
She glanced at Dylan on her left, to see if he was listening, but he was rummaging in his pockets and seemed preoccupied.
Madison frowned as she thought this over.
“OK,” she said. “I’ll remember for next time.”
Cassie let out a deep breath of relief that her logic had been understood.
“Would you like a toffee apple?”
Cassie passed Madison her toffee apple, which she put into her pocket, and handed the other to Dylan. But when she gave it to him, he waved it away.
Looking at him in disbelief, Cassie saw he was unwrapping one of the candy sticks from the store they’d just visited.
“Dylan—” she began.
“Ah, no, I wanted one of those,” Madison complained.
“I got you one.” Dylan reached into the deep pocket of his coat and to Cassie’s horror, pulled out several more.
“Here,” he said, and passed her one.
“Dylan!” Cassie felt suddenly short of breath and her voice sounded high and stressed. Her mind was racing as she struggled to take in what had just happened. Had she misread the situation?
No. There was no way Dylan could have bought the candy. After Madison’s embarrassing comment, she’d hustled them straight out of the store. There hadn’t been time for Dylan to have paid, especially since the assistant hadn’t been very adept at working the old-fashioned till.
“Yeah?” he asked, looking at her inquiringly, and Cassie felt chilled by the fact that there was no trace of emotion in his pale blue eyes.
“I think—I think you might have forgotten to pay for that.”
“I didn’t pay,” he said casually.
Cassie stared at him, shocked beyond words.
Dylan had just coolly admitted to having shoplifted goods.
She’d never imagined that Ryan’s son would do such a thing. This was beyond the scope of her experience and she was at a loss to know how she should react. She felt shaken that her impression of a perfect family, which she’d believed in, was far from reality. How could she have been so wrong?
Ryan’s son had just committed a criminal act. Worse still, he was showing no remorse, no shame, nor even any sign that he understood the enormity of his action. He stared back at her calmly, seeming unconcerned by what he had done.
CHAPTER SIX
While Cassie stood, frozen in shock and clueless as to how she should handle Dylan’s theft, she realized that Madison had already made up her mind.
“I’m not eating stolen goods,” the young girl announced. “You can have it back.”
She held out the candy stick to Dylan.
“Why are you giving it back? I took it for you because you wanted a candy stick, and the first shop didn’t have them, and then Cassie was being stingy and wouldn’t buy you one.”
Dylan spoke in aggrieved tones, as if he’d expected thanks for saving the day.
“Yes, but I don’t want a stolen one.”
Shoving it into his hand, Madison folded her arms.
“If you don’t take it, I won’t offer it again.”
“I said no.”
Chin jutted, Madison marched away.
“You’re with me or you’re against me. You know what Mum always says,” Dylan shouted after her. With worry surging inside her at another mention of their mother, Cassie detected more than a hint of menace in his tone.
“OK, enough now.”
In a few fast steps, Cassie grabbed Madison’s arm and turned her around, bringing her back so that they all stood facing each other on the cobbled sidewalk. She felt cold with dread. The situation was spiraling out of control, the children were starting to fight, and she hadn’t even addressed the issue of the theft. No matter how traumatized they were, or what emotions they were suppressing, this was a criminal act.
She was all the more appalled that this store belonged to someone who was friendly with the family. The owner had even offered them a ride to town! You shouldn’t steal from a person who’d offered you a ride. Well, you shouldn’t steal from anybody, but particularly not from a woman who had generously tried to help that very morning.
“Let’s go and sit down.”
There was a tearoom on her left which looked full, but, spotting a couple getting up from a booth, she hustled the children to the door.