Page 463 of Chaos has a Name
She had other things to handle. Hopefully, Callen had handled everything he needed to do so she could get this done.
Elkie pushed a tablet toward Elizabeth. It was one that Callen had given them to order things that people needed on the reservation.
“When I saw Callen and Ethan yesterday morning, they told me to order what was needed for a little girl. I saw this tea set, and I think she would like it. Plus, her guardian, her grandmother, could use some air conditioning in her cabin. I just didn’t want to order anything without asking. It seems wrong.”
Elizabeth took the tablet and checked out the things that were on the screen.
“They gave me money for it, but I didn’t get a chance to run out. Would you like it back?”
She waved her hand.
“No, use it for anyone who needs it. As for the things you picked out, can I sit for a minute to check them out?” she asked.
Elkie nodded.
Taking the tablet over to a set of chairs, Gene joined her and so did Rayna and Takoda.
As they did, Elizabeth was curious.
“How old is the little girl?” she asked, glancing over at her.
Elkie thought about it.
“She’s four,” she said.
Gene was thinking about his own daughter with Ethan because she was around that age.
“She needs more than a tea set,” he said, watching Elizabeth check out the things on the screen. It was a toy store, and she was putting things in the cart, much like she would with her own kids.
“Does she like pink?” Elizabeth asked.
The woman nodded.
“Who is it?” Rayna asked because whoever it was had some things coming.
The Blackhawks were making a little girl’s dreams come true.
“Little Maya Deeneen. Her mother left her with her grandmother because she didn’t want to take care of her anymore.”
Oh, boy.
That…that broke Elizabeth’s heart.
She picked out so many things, and the whole time, Gene was helping her. She also picked out some things for the grandmother.
An electric blanket.
Some pretty pots to cook in.
Then, she knew she needed to do more.
“Do you know the grandmother?” she asked Rayna.
The woman nodded.
“Yes, I do. She’s actually Maya’s great-grandmother and almost ninety. Her mom’s mom bailed too. The family isn’t big into obligations. She came back here pregnant and worked at the bar until she gave birth. Then, she upped and never came back.”
Already, she was curious, but didn’t say anything out loud. As a mother, she couldn’t imagine leaving her children. What if the woman didn’t leave of her own freewill?
