The three of them worked on homework until Lorraine Thickson came to collect her kids. Her coat thrown over her pink waitress uniform, a great big purse hanging on her shoulder, she came into the conference room. "Ellie said you were working on homework," she said by way of greeting.

"That we are," Becca said. "What a smart girl you have here. We've hardly started on this week's work and she's almost ready for that spelling test!"

"Oh, that's so nice!" she said, holding her arms open to her daughter. She leaned down and said, "Go find your brother and get your coat, honey."

Once Megan had run off, Danielle following her, Becca faced Lorraine. "I'm going to ask Ellie if we can do homework together after school again. Would that be okay with you?"

A look of surprise and hesitation came over her face.

"I have nothing to do except elevate my leg," Becca said. "And they're such fun. I should probably ask Christopher if he wants to join us, too."

"That's awful nice of you," Lorraine said shyly. "The teacher keeps asking me to work with her, but it's almost impossible. I work five to five and-"

Becca's jaw dropped. "Five to five? A.M to P.M?"

"The overtime comes in handy. My husband had a job injury and he's home with the two little boys all during the day. By the time I get dinner and some chores done, Megan's off to bed. I know she needs the help and Frank just doesn't have the patience."

"She doesn't need that much help," Becca said, shaking her head. "She's smart. She just needs a little encouragement. I looked at her papers-she's doing fine. Nothing on her papers that would alert me to a learning problem, though I only saw about a week's worth."

"She's had a very hard year," Lorraine said.

"She told me about her dad. I'm sorry-it must be hard. I hope things will go better soon."

"Thanks," Lorraine said. "That's appreciated."

"So? Is it okay? Can we have a little homework club after school?"

"If it's okay with Ellie, I sure wouldn't mind. In fact, I'd be so grateful."

"I'll check that out. I have a feeling she'll be okay with it."

Becca met Denny for dinner at the bar. Since there were no real cooking facilities in his little efficiency and given the fact that he helped out at the bar on most of his evenings, it made sense he would take almost all his meals there. During Thanksgiving week, the place had been fairly quiet-townsfolk had family obligations. But on this Monday night after the holiday, there were quite a few of the locals. Mel was there; Becca learned that it was pretty common for Jack's wife and kids to have at least a couple of dinners a week there, often more. Jack's sister, Brie, and her husband, Mike, turned up with their little daughter, making it a family affair.

And there were others-Paul Haggerty and his family. Denny's landlady, Jo, and her husband. The preacher stopped by for a cup of coffee before heading home. Connie and Ron from the store across the street came out for dinner. Paige stole out of the kitchen with Dana and Chris to sit with their friends. There were a couple of ranchers who dropped by. The owner of a local orchard stopped in for a beer. The doctor Mel Sheridan worked with came over for a few minutes before going home for his dinner. Each time the door opened, Becca could see the gentle glow from the giant tree outside.

Becca met each one. When Denny introduced her as his girl, a teacher from San Diego, chatter started.

"We been trying to get a teacher around here for a long time," someone said.

"We?" Jack asked. "Old Hope McCrea was looking but I don't know that anyone else was, and Hope's gone now."

"Did she move?" Becca asked.

"In a manner of speaking," Jack said. "She's gone to the other side. Dead."

"Oh," Becca said. "I'm so sorry."

Becca could tell Denny was itching to get her back to the privacy of his little room, but she was learning a few things about this town and she couldn't be pried out of the bar. The children, even the first graders, were bussed to other towns to go to school. They all rode together, all ages. The driver dropped the youngest ones off first before going on to the middle school, then the high school. The ranchers and farmers from the outskirts of town drove their kids into Virgin River to catch the bus, which then took them to school, so for some of the kids it was at least an hour each way of travel. For kids like Megan, it could be a ten-hour day. And that for a child who wasn't having an easy time of it.

The folks around here put in long days, it seemed. Her first alert had been from Lorraine Thickson. Listening to the farmers and ranchers, they all started early, had very physical days and hit the sack early. Then there was Mel and the doctor, Cameron Michaels-they served the town and were on call 24/7. Jack was not to be left out. "Cry me a river," he said. "I get this place open by six and we never close before nine. Unless there's a snowstorm. I live for those snowstorms! The best ones last for days!"

"I don't live for them," Mel said. "Roughly nine months after a big storm, we have babies...lots of babies."

The bar was filled with laughter that verified she was accurate.

"I've been pushing for a school. At least for the little ones," Jo Fitch told Becca. "I know we're not a big enough town to rate our own high school, but I hate seeing those six-and seven-year-olds spending half the day on a bus."

"Does the county listen?" Becca asked.

"Sure," Jo said. "They gave us the bus. Molly's been driving that bus for thirty years."

"You're gonna want to stay out of her way, too," someone put in, and the whole gathering laughed.

"We could hire you, Becca," Jack said. "As Hope used to say when she was trolling for a midwife, then a town cop, 'Low pay, bad hours.' But at least you'd get to fight the snowdrifts and forest fires with the rest of us!"

She laughed at him along with everyone else-he was joking, of course. The beauty of these mountains was growing on her, but she couldn't imagine not living on the ocean. She'd been surfing and sailing since she was a child. In fact, that was about the only thing the thought of Cape Cod had going for it.

She was distracted yet again when she heard her name. "It was Becca's idea."

"What was my idea?" she asked.

"Watching all the holiday movies together," Mel said. "Once school is out for Christmas vacation and we have babysitters for the little ones, we're going to meet in Paige's great room. She's ordering the movies. I'll get the decorations for the bar out tomorrow-if you weren't on crutches, you could help. And this year, since we have a full-time preacher and full-time preacher's wife, we're getting together a children's pageant. They've already started lining up the characters."

"I can bring the sheep," Buck Anderson offered.

"Thanks, Buck," Jack said, "but we're in need of a few camels. Got any of those lying around?"

"We got us a bull, but he's on the mean side...."

While this big group of friends laughed, joked and planned, the bar began to fill up with people and Denny left her side to help serve and bus. Soon the place was packed.

"Wow," Becca said to Mel. "I had no idea the bar could get so busy. Last week, it was quiet."

"It's the tree," she said. "People come from miles to see the tree. Jack acts like he resents it-it's a lot of work putting it up and his hours are longer than ever during the season, but it's such a special tree and I know he's secretly proud of it. He says he expects the wise men to drop by any second. That star. Have you ever in your life seen a more amazing star?"

"The whole thing is amazing."

"This bar runs hot and cold. Jack built it mainly as a town watering hole and to serve as a place for hunters and fishermen, which is seasonal. Now he's adding Christmas to his busy seasons because of that awesome tree. So, are you going to be around for some of our holiday plans? Like movie day and the cookie exchange and maybe the children's pageant?"

She shrugged. "I'm not going anyplace fast. I don't see the doctor until Friday. I'm not going to be walking without crutches for another five weeks. Plus, I started a little homework club. I'm not good for too much, but I'm a whiz at helping with homework."

"Really? How'd that happen?"

"I was headed for the bar this afternoon, looking for something to do or some company, when I saw a couple of the little girls from our craft party going in the church. I followed them in. Ellie Kincaid told them to work on their homework while she finished up in the office, and I helped. We had a good time and decided to get together regularly. Every day till vacation, anyway."

"Aw, Becca. That's great. That's so generous of you."