Faith House

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When Hurricane Sandy destroys Sadie’s home, she’s determined to restore it. She promised her dying grandmother she’d never abandon the house that is the only link to Sadie’s schizophrenic father—a man who disappeared twenty years ago.

Max has loved Sadie since grade school, but their mutual friend died when they were teens. A decade has passed, and he’s finally found her. This time, he won’t lose her—not to a flooded house hundreds of miles from home, or to her false hope as she awaits her father’s unlikely return.

When Sadie discovers her house is underinsured, she faces an impossible decision. Can she trust God enough to let go of her only connection to her dad? Can she trust Max enough to let go of her heart?


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When Hurricane Sandy destroys Sadie’s home, she’s determined to restore it. She promised her dying grandmother she’d never abandon the house that is the only link to Sadie’s schizophrenic father—a man who disappeared twenty years ago.

Max has loved Sadie since grade school, but their mutual friend died when they were teens. A decade has passed, and he’s finally found her. This time, he won’t lose her—not to a flooded house hundreds of miles from home, or to her false hope as she awaits her father’s unlikely return.

When Sadie discovers her house is underinsured, she faces an impossible decision. Can she trust God enough to let go of her only connection to her dad? Can she trust Max enough to let go of her heart?

 


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Sadie Joy McLaughlin sidestepped an ice-encrusted sofa and crossed the street in front of her house, eyes focused on the asphalt. She wouldn’t glance at the fine layer of salt and sand that grayed the bottom portion of her once-white home, nor look at that swinging shutter, though it creaked in the wind as it hung from a single hinge. 
The list of things that needed attention seemed endless. So much to do. The only way to avoid it was to walk away.
Except Sadie couldn’t.
“Miss McLaughlin?”
She stopped and turned toward the voice. 
Don Boyle rushed along the sidewalk in his fancy shoes and perfectly-tailored suit. His gray, thinning hair bounced across his head where he’d combed it over to hide the bald spot. He reached her and extended his hand. “I’m glad I caught you.”
Sadie looked at his stubby fingers and crossed her arms over her wool coat. “What do you want?”
He blinked, lowered his arm. “Right. Well, I’ve visited the rest of your neighbors, but I haven’t been able to catch you.”
Because she’d usually seen him coming.
“I still want to buy your property. Even with the damage, the offer hasn’t changed. I’ll pay the same as I offered before the storm.”
The same offer? Here she was, drowning, and he wanted to toss her a life ring. If only she could grab it. 
“Why would you do that?”
“It’s always been my plan to demolish the properties to build condominiums. So the storm damage doesn’t matter. The neighbors—”
“I don’t care what the neighbors do. I’m not leaving.”
“Now, Miss McLaughlin.” His voice took on a fatherly tone. “Don’t be hasty.”
Sadie stepped toward the house. “Goodbye, Mr. Boyle.”
“Wait.” 
She turned. “What?”
“I’ve got to either start this project or move on to something else.”
“You should move on.”
He closed his mouth in a tight line. “You have until December twenty-first. I’ll be in my office that day, if you decide to sell.” He fished a business card out of his jacket pocket and held it out to her. “Think about it. After the twenty-first, there’s no going back.”
She shoved the card in her coat pocket. “I’m not selling.” 
Finally inside her house, she slammed the door on Don Boyle and his offer. The air was only slightly warmer than it had been on the street. She waited until her eyes adjusted to the dim light before she moved into the kitchen. Her shoes thumped on the wooden sub-floor, the sound echoing off the naked walls. After she plopped her bag on the counter, she switched on the battery-powered lantern she’d bought online the night of the storm. 
Lantern in hand, she opened the blinds in the kitchen, dining room, and living room, stopping to stare out the dingy window as a yellow moving truck rumbled down the road and backed into a driveway across the street. The driver climbed out and disappeared behind the truck, probably lifting the door. Soon it would fill with whatever the storm hadn’t destroyed, and the people would drive away, leaving all this behind. 
Cowards.
Sadie swallowed that stupid lump in her throat and slid her hand into the pocket of her wool coat. She pulled out Don Boyle’s business card, crumpled it in her gloved hand, and dropped it on a pile of sand she’d swept the day before. Then she reached back into the pocket, felt the tiny breath-mint box, and folded it in her fist. No matter what the neighbors did, she would not give up.  
She turned from the window. She hated the stench of mold and mildew. A dehumidifier would help, but first she had to come up with enough cash to pay an electrician to get the power back on. 
One more expense to add to the list.
She’d removed all the drywall the week before, so the downstairs rooms were framed in two-by-fours and exterior plywood. She’d scrubbed everything with a bleach-and-water solution, and then a mold and mildew remover, hoping to decontaminate it. The first floor was dry, but a fine film of water and filth still covered the basement floor. The scent of dead fish and waste wafted up the stairs and through the opening where the door had been, and how could she fix that? 
She needed warmth and sunshine and heat. Not things she could buy, even if she had the money.
She remembered when she was a girl, standing with a basket in her hand as her mother asked her to pick what seemed like a thousand apples off their tree in the backyard. She’d felt like crying, until her mother had said, “Just take it one apple at a time.” 
One apple at a time.
Sadie closed her eyes. It would be so easy to sell and go home to Mom’s house, to that corner bedroom and the towering pines outside the window. To that apple tree that seemed so harmless now. If only she could.
Except she couldn’t live with herself if she did.
Sadie slid off the wool coat and draped it over a desk chair she’d carried from her bedroom upstairs. It was the only piece of furniture on the first floor. She left her leather gloves on, grabbed a trash bag, and sat in front of the built-in breakfront in the kitchen. After a deep breath, she opened the bottom doors. Sand and mud and broken pieces of her grandmother’s life toppled out at her knees. Grandma had kept this crystal for special occasions that never came. 
Well, Hurricane Sandy was certainly special.
For the first time, Sadie felt grateful that her grandmother was no longer living. Seeing her house like this would have broken Grandma’s heart. As Sadie picked through the pieces and dumped them into the bag, she blinked back tears again. She had to be strong. She couldn’t think about Grandma and Dad and all she’d lost. All she would still lose if she didn’t hold it together.
A knock startled her. “Coming,” she said, scooping the last of the crystal into the trash bag and wiping the sand and mud from her jeans. 
It had to be the contractor. She’d expected him at nine. But when she swung the door open, a tall man greeted her with a crooked smile. 
“Surprise.”
Her breath caught as she took in the vision, just before she launched herself into his arms. “Max. What are you doing here?” 
He wrapped his arms around her back and squeezed. “Came to see you, of course.”
She stepped back. “Wow, you look great.” 
He wore a gray pinstriped suit, a royal blue shirt, and matching tie, as out of place on her damaged front porch as a Renoir in a crack house.
“Thanks. You look beautiful, as always.”
She looked down at her sandy jeans, her stained sweatshirt, and her worn leather gloves. “Right.” 
“You do. The clothes, not so much. But you...”
Sadie pulled off the gloves and shoved them in her back pocket. “Enter at your own risk.”
Max stepped into her house and whistled softly. “Thank God you evacuated.”
“I guess you talked to my mom.”
“I didn’t have your number, so I called her the night it hit.” He looked up the stairs to the second floor, and then entered the living room. His words came out slowly and echoed off the two-by-fours. “She said you’d promised to evacuate. And...wow. I mean, I knew it was bad, but...” He moved forward, the sound of his footsteps gritty on the sub-floor in spite of all the sweeping she’d done. He rotated, looked at what used to be her walls, the debris she hadn’t removed yet. “I didn’t expect the smell.”
“You get used to it.”
“Really?”
“No, not really. I thought when I got the carpet out of here, but...” She indicated the bare floor with a flip of her hand. 
“It’ll take time.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you here every day?”
“I try to come for a few hours. It’s hard to work very long, though. It’s so cold.”
With the mention of the cold, he rubbed his hands together. “I can imagine. At my hotel in Manhattan, you’d hardly know the storm hit. It’s all decked out for the holidays—typical New York City extravagance.”
The holidays. She closed her eyes, pictured the house as her grandmother had decorated it the December before she’d died. The Christmas tree always stood in front of the picture window, covered in homemade ornaments, some of which dated back to her dad’s childhood. 
Grandma had kept the most beautiful star—not one of those flat things that only looked like a star from the front, but one that had points in every direction, so no matter where she stood in the room, the star looked beautiful. 
Sadie could still remember her father lifting her up to set that star on the tree when she was a little girl. The Christmas decorations had been stored in the basement and were destroyed in the flood. She’d never see that star again.
Merry Christmas.
Max laid his hand on her elbow. “You OK?” His eyes were narrowed, and a little worry-wrinkle appeared between them.
“Sorry. I’m fine. What were you saying?”
He squinted and studied her, then shook his head slightly. “Nothing, just how odd it was to leave Manhattan and all the holiday decorations to arrive here. The further south I drove, the worse it got. Construction everywhere. Except...” He looked out the window at her deserted block. “Not here.”
Sadie remembered Don Boyle and that moving truck across the street. “They’re giving up.” She brushed the comment away with a wave. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Obviously, you’re planning to stay. So I guess you have flood insurance?”
“When I inherited the house, I made sure it was fully covered.”
“My house is fully covered, and I don’t have flood insurance. But I’m sure you confirmed it when you spoke with your agent.”
That little knot—the one that had formed in her stomach the night of the storm—tightened until it hurt. “I haven’t actually talked to anyone at the insurance company. They’ve been swamped. I got a message that an adjuster would be here tomorrow, though, so I must be covered. Right?” 
She had to be covered. 
He shrugged, but his frown wasn’t encouraging. “I hope so.”
“No sense worrying about it now.” Sadie forced a smile, as if her life didn’t depend on that insurance money. “Come in the kitchen.”
He followed her. The lantern lit up the black trash bag on the damaged tile floor. “What’s in there?”
“My grandmother’s dreams.” She pasted on a smile. “Never mind. So what are you doing here, really?”
He started to lean against the kitchen counter.
“Careful. You’ll ruin that nice suit.”
He straightened and crossed his arms. “I’ve got some clients in the city who’re having trouble getting their systems back up. Lots of hardware was ruined, and some guys are overwhelmed.” He looked around, shook his head. “I can see why. I decided to spend the week down here, trying to help out.”
“When did you get here?”
“Flew in this morning. I have an appointment this afternoon, but I wanted to see you first.”
Her stomach did a little flip-floppy thing. She tried to temper her smile. “I’m so glad—”
Another knock at the door, this one louder. 
“That’s the contractor.” Sadie stepped into the hallway. “Be right back.”
This time it was a heavy-set, bearded man standing there in his overalls and a plaid jacket. He shifted a clipboard and tool box into his left hand and reached out with his right.
“Mornin’, Miss McLaughlin.”
His hand was calloused and cold when she shook it. “Morning, Earl. Call me Sadie, please.” 
He spoke in a slow, southern drawl that most fast-talking New Yorkers would hardly tolerate. He was from Tennessee, and they’d met a few days earlier when he’d been talking to some neighbors on the corner. He’d brought his crew to Staten Island in search of work after the storm hit. 
“Come on in.” She stepped aside.
He walked into the living room and set his toolbox on the floor. “You got some water damage.”
“Is that your professional opinion?”
No smile. “I assume you’re gonna do some updatin’? Way I hear it, lots of folks figurin’ to knock down walls, making themselves a great room. You could do that with this.” He slapped his hand on one of the studs between the living room and the hallway. “Open this up, knock down that one—”
“I want it back the way it was.”
“Now, that ain’t smart, honey. Most of the folks I been talking to, they’re planning on updatin’, and you don’t want to have the only house on Staten Island that isn’t. It’ll hurt when you try to sell her someday.”
Max stepped into the opening at the far end of the living room. 
Sadie kept her attention focused on Earl. “I need it to look like it did before. Replace the wood paneling, replace the carpet...just like it was before.”
Max frowned but said nothing. 
The contractor waited for a disagreement from Max. When none came, he turned back to her. “Now, why would you want—?”
“It doesn’t matter why. Can you do it?”
“Of course.” He made a note on the paper attached to his clipboard and muttered to himself. “I’ll just look around. Basement?”
The basement was wet, still stinking with filth, and covered with the once-floating remains of her grandmother’s life. She’d only been down there once since the storm. It took all her courage to descend the stairs now.
Max stood against the back wall, the sunshine streaming in beside him. She caught her breath at the sight. Amid the rubble of her crumbling home, he looked breathtakingly beautiful.
Her cheeks burned. This was Max, geeky old Max. Except he wasn’t anymore. 
He caught her staring and lifted one eyebrow.
“Sorry about...I just have to go down with him. It’s really—”
“Take your time. I’m in no hurry.”
She was, though. She could barely stand to walk away from him—especially knowing what awaited her down there. “I’ll be right back.”

 


Discussion Questions



Question 1:  Why was Sadie so rude to Don Boyle at the start of the story?

Answer 1:  She was protecting herself from being swayed by him to sell her house. Deep down, she wanted to sell and walk away, but she couldn't. He looked like a tempter to her. 

Question 2:  Max tells Sadie he always loved her persistence--which she calls stubbornness. In this case, is her persistence a blessing or a curse?

Answer 2:  It's a curse. She's so determined to find her father her way that she's unwilling to see that God might have a different plan. 

Question 3:  Why is it so hard for Sadie to trust God?

Answer 3:  Her father was unreliable, so it makes sense that she would believe God is, too.

Question 4:  Should Max have loaned her the money?

Answer 4:  He felt strongly that it wasn't God's will for her to stay in the house. If he'd loaned her the money, it would have been because he wanted her to love him, not because he believed it was the right thing to do. So no. 

Question 5:  Should Sadie's mother have loaned her the money?

Answer 5:  Sadie's mother probably ought to have tried to help more. As the wife of a schizophrenic, she needed to control things, and by not helping Sadie, she was trying to control her. 

Question 6:  Was Sadie's mother right to call an ambulance the night her father disappeared?

Answer 6:  Even though it went against her husband's wishes, being hospitalized would have been the best thing for him. She was right to call the ambulance.

Question 7:  Did Sadie have an obligation to wait for her father? 

Answer 7:  There was nothing wrong with her wanting to find him, but no, she was not obligated to put her life on hold and live in a ruined home in the hope he'd wander back someday.

Question 8:  Why do you think Sadie's grandmother made her promise to wait for her father?

Answer 8:  Didn't matter how old he was or how sick he was, he was still her son, and she wanted to take care of him. Sadie was a strong, healthy girl. She could handle it--at least that's what her grandmother thought. 

Question 9:  Sadie says surrendering to God leaves her "battle-worn and defeated." Why does she feel this way?

Answer 9  Her lack of faith keeps her from believing God will provide everything she needs, even information about her father. 

Question 10:  Sadie says in the final chapter that if she had just consulted God right after Mr. Boyle had approached her, she would have saved herself much grief. Was her yearlong wait for her father a waste of time, or was it part of God's plan?

Answer 10:  Sadie can look back and regret that she didn't make a different decision, but God knew all along what she would do. The trials she went through with the hurricane, the underinsured house, and the job loss were things God used to grow her faith in Him. 


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  • Oh my goodness, what a sweet story. Before you're done the first few pages you'll just want to wrap your arms around Sadie and hold her until...

    Donna Basinow

    2013-12-08 23:38:46

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