Tyler dropped Willow off at home in time for her matinee performance, but he didn’t stay. He had things to do, he said. So Willow trotted into the house to grab a bite before heading over to the theatre.
As she opened the door she realized there was something wrong. Aunt Vanessa was sitting at the kitchen table a box of Kleenex in front of her. She was sniffling into one now.
“Aunt Vanessa what’s wrong?” Willow asked, quickly moving to sit in the chair closest to her aunt.
Aunt Vanessa blew her nose loudly. “We aren’t getting the farm, Willow.”
“What? How do you know that?” Willow asked.
Her aunt blew her nose again and wiped her eyes, then scrunched up the tissue and dropped it with the rest on the table.
“The bank called today, they said there was some malfunction in their computers. They said that I don’t qualify for the finance,” Aunt Vanessa sobbed. Then she swallowed and looked angry. “As though thirty years of good credit meant nothing!”
Willow put a hand on her aunt’s arm. “I’m so sorry.”
Aunt Vanessa turned red rimmed, puffy eyes on her and sighed. “Oh well, at least Tyler’s in with a chance.”
Seeing her aunt in such distress had driven everything else from Willow’s mind, but now when her aunt mentioned his name, it all came back.
“Actually, he’s not getting the money to buy the place either,” Willow said. “The weird thing is, he got the same phone call today. Almost exactly the same.”
Aunt Vanessa began to snuffle and took another tissue. She blew her nose again.
“I was so hoping we could expand,” she said sadly.
“I know,” Willow said but her mind was racing. What were the odds of two people, up for the same property, being denied loans after they had been told they were approved? A glitch in the system? How convenient.
Willow had the worst show of her life that afternoon. She was so preoccupied she forgot her cues, messed up her duet with Randal, who went off in a huff, and then only managed to hold on until the final number was finished. By then half the cast and crew were mad at her, but Willow just had to know something.
Rosemary was in the dressing room before her.
“Wow! You had a shocker of a show!” Rosemary said her feet up on the counter as she lazed in her chair. She was reading a magazine again.
“I have a lot on my mind,” Willow said. “Hey by the way, I saw Dave today.”
“Oh?” Rosemary asked but her ears pricked up.
“Yeah, he was at the bank,” Willow said.
“Okay.”
“Where did you say he worked?”
“Some IT company, why do you care?” Rosemary asked. “Sad about Aunt Vanessa’s news isn’t it?”
“Yeah it is,” Willow said. She was almost having a thought. It was hovering annoyingly just out of her reach, and she knew it had something to do with the unsettling feeling she had about this Dave person. After all, he had practically stalked Rosemary, and her sister was too blind to notice.
Maybe she was being unfair. Maybe Dave was a nice guy. But somehow Willow just couldn’t fit that image in her head.
The second show went better. Willow had decided that she really had no idea how to help either Tyler or Aunt Vanessa, and that she was being silly and mean. She hardly knew Dave. It wasn’t fair to judge him on a feeling.
But as she came off stage and flopped into her chair in her trailer, her phone rang. It was Tyler.
“Hey beautiful,” he said and she smiled even though he couldn’t see her.
“Hey yourself,” she said.
“Just wanted to find out how work was,” Tyler said.
“Oh just fine, once I got over the shock,” Willow said. And then added remembering that Tyler didn’t know. “Oh you know that glitch that stopped you being able to get the money for the farm?”
“Yeah?”
“Well it happened to Aunt Vanessa as well. She got the call just before I got home,” Willow said. “She’s devastated.”
“I’m real sorry to hear that,” Tyler said. “Listen babe can I call you back later? I just realized I have to make a quick call.”
“Sure,” she said frowning into the mirror.
They said their goodbyes which involved a lot of mush, Willow realized and smiled broadly. She felt like a teenager with an all-consuming infatuation. Nothing but Tyler mattered. Sigh!
The next morning Tyler was at the back door just as the sun began to creep across the sky. Willow opened it in her pink rainbow pajamas, with the sparkly words, “I’m not a morning person without you,” stenciled on the Tee.
“Hey, early isn’t it?” she asked letting him in. Her hair was still in pigtails she realized too late.
“Morning,” Tyler said as he entered the kitchen. “This is George, he’s a buddy of mine, who’s real good with computers.”
Willow waved a hand at George and went to her room to change. Even though he was a geeky looking guy with curly brown hair and thick glasses, she didn’t think that seeing her in her PJ’s was such a hot idea.
So when she returned, now in jeans and a sweatshirt she found them sitting at the table with a robed and slippered Aunt Vanessa. Her hair was still in curlers and she had her habitual facial masque on her face. Nothing interfered with Aunt Vanessa’s beauty routine.
“Tyler. You look fresh as a daisy,” Aunt Vanessa said. “I would love to have your genes.”
Tyler smiled at her and began to help Willow put the coffee pot on.
“I have to beg your forgiveness for this,” he said. “I wouldn’t usually dream of coming over so early, but this can’t wait.”
“Can it wait for coffee?” Willow asked feeling drugged and sluggish as she always did too early in the morning. “Just otherwise you’ll be telling us the same thing at least three times.”
Tyler sighed and nodded. Then he kissed her forehead.
“You look so adorable in pigtails,” he said.
Willow turned her unamused, sleepy face on him and sat at the table. George was already sitting and he had a laptop open in front of him, and was typing away at the keys.
“We need to move quickly, Ty,” he said pushing his glasses back up his nose.
Tyler nodded but they waited for the coffee anyway. The coffee finally perked. Mugs were retrieved from the dishwasher, filled with coffee, and sweetener and once the ladies had sipped the hot beverages he could finally speak. Willow had thoroughly enjoyed watching Tyler squirm.
It was a tale out of a story book. What had tipped Tyler off was Willow telling him that Aunt Vanessa had also been approved finance, and then been denied suddenly, out of the blue. It was strange that it had happened to him, but when the exact same thing happened to her as well. That set him thinking. So he’d called George, who was a genius with all things computer.
“Well it was hard to get in at first, but since Ty gave me his account details, it made it easier,” George said. He had a breathless way of speaking, as though he didn’t like the sound of his voice and was constantly trying to whisper.
“So I found this funky little virus sitting there on his account. And what it does, is the moment someone tries to load any kind of application or anything for him, it automatically throws out a rejection,” said George. “So Ms. Marsh, could I have your details and then I can check your account?”
Aunt Vanessa looked at Willow and Tyler for confirmation.
“It would help us prove our case,” Tyler said, “But I totally understand not wanting to give George your details. I mean he is a total stranger.”
Aunt Vanessa sighed, “If we’ve been cheated I want to know.” And she gave him her details there and then.
It took a few minutes for George to access her account, and there he found it, the same virus.
Everyone was keen to jump into the car and race over to the Sawyer farm and speak to Sally-Anne. Except that they had to wait for Aunt Vanessa to get ready. By that time Willow had made them all breakfast, they’d eaten it and packed the dishwasher too.
Aunt Vanessa appeared in a pair of jeans and a blouse, with her hair and makeup done to perfection.
“You don’t go into a fight with people who know about money and such like, not looking like a million bucks yourself,” Aunt Vanessa said.
In a flash all four of them were piled into Aunt Vanessa’s SUV and they were off to the Sawyer farm. It was after nine now and people were on the roads. This delayed them a little with Tyler driving, thumping the wheel in his impatience.
“You know, I don’t mind not getting the farm,” he said, “I don’t like being cheated.”
“I feel the same,” Aunt Vanessa said vehemently. “I’m sure Sally-Anne will see reason though.”
They pulled up to the old farm house. It looked just the same as a few days ago. Willow was a little surprised. So much had happened that she felt nothing should look the same. But that was silly.
Tyler ran up the steps and knocked on the door. After a while Sally-Anne opened it. She was dressed in a pair of slacks and a shirt. She smiled warmly at him.
“Good Morning,” she said. “How can I help you?”
“You can let us in, Sally-Anne,” Aunt Vanessa said from behind Tyler.
“Vanessa! What are you doing here?” Sally-Anne asked looking shocked. “Oh didn’t that Malcolm give you a call, like I asked him?”
‘No,” Aunt Vanessa said, “He didn’t. What was he supposed to call me about?”
“About the house of course, silly,” Sally-Anne said. “I sold the place. Last night to a lady and gentleman from the city.”
“You what?” Tyler and Aunt Vanessa exclaimed. Willow felt the shock run through her. But how could this be happening?
“Yes, well. Malcolm said that your finance had been denied, and I really can’t afford to stay here much longer. So I signed the papers last night.”
Tyler and Aunt Vanessa looked at each other, and then Aunt Vanessa swore in a most unladylike fashion.
“Well that’s that then,” Aunt Vanessa said. “Thanks for your time Sally-Anne. I’ll come visit in a couple of days if that’s okay?”
“That’s perfect hon,” Sally-Anne Sawyer said. “Sure you don’t want to come in, have some coffee?”
Tyler shook his head. “No thanks ma’am.”
And they turned to go.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Sawyer?” Tyler asked turning back on the top step. “Those people who bought your farm, were they the ones in the black SUV that were here the other day?”
“Why yes,” Sally-Anne said. “To tell you the truth, they gave me the creeps the both of them. Come from Pritchard, but I’m not one to judge.”
Willow thought she sounded exactly like one to judge, but she was more interested in Tyler’s response to this news. He was livid and she could see it. He growled under his breath and bunched his hands into fists.
“You better drive,” he said giving Willow the keys.
Back at the theatre Willow asked Tyler why he was so angry.
“Sun Valley where I live, that’s bear country okay?” he said.
“Sure,” Willow said.
“And then Pritchard, that’s werewolf country,” Tyler said. “We’ve been having a problem with the wolves lately. They’re up to something I swear it! I mean what would they want with the Sawyer place? It just doesn’t make sense!”
Just then Rosemary arrived with Dave in tow. At first they didn’t see Tyler and Willow sitting on the back steps. But as they got closer Dave looked up. His grey eyes met Tyler’s golden ones, and Willow swore she could see the hairs on Tyler’s neck stand up.
Dave turned and ran for his car. Tyler was on him in a flash. Willow and Rosemary followed both screaming.
When Willow caught up with them, Tyler had Dave by the shirt front, his back against his car door.
“You slimy shit!” he said. “You go tell your little friends in Pritchard I’m watching you. The whole Bear Clan are watching you.”
“So what?” Dave drawled. “You bears ain’t gonna know what hit you.” And then he laughed.
“Let go of my boyfriend!” Rosemary yelled at Tyler.
Tyler shook his head.
“Please Tyler,” Willow said gently placing a hand on his arm.
Tyler let go of Dave. Dave fell to the ground and Rosemary went to his side to help him up, but he pushed her away roughly.
“Get away from me you bitch!” he said.
Rosemary’s hand went back and then slapped Dave in the face. She looked at Willow with her eyes brimming with tears.
“You can do whatever you like to him Tyler,” she said and ran to the house.
Willow left Tyler and Dave there and followed her sister.
She never knew what happened to Dave, but later that night Tyler had looked very happy with himself.
Rosemary took a little more work to get back to her happy self. But after a few days she pronounced that Dave was a lying shithead, and that she couldn’t believe she’d ever thought he was nice. The fact that he’d stolen Aunt Vanessa’s banking details from right under Rosemary’s nose, also contributed to his jerk status, as far as she was concerned. Willow was relieved. Sad about losing the farm, but then she’d gained so much more.