Bygones by Kim Vogel Sawyer

Author:Kim Vogel Sawyer [Sawyer, Kim Vogel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical, Romance
ISBN: 9781607420149
Google: 4pggOU2DMh4C
Amazon: 1620297205
Barnesnoble: 1620297205
Goodreads: 7184815
Publisher: Thorndike Press
Published: 2007-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Over the next two weeks, Marie started and ended each day with time in Aunt Lisbeth’s Bible. Prayer grew from the Bible reading, and by the end of the second week Marie found herself whispering little prayers over the course of the day, conversation with her heavenly Father springing naturally from an overflowing heart.

She wanted to share with Beth the changes taking place inside her, but her daughter resisted speaking of spiritual issues. Beth’s attitude seemed to grow more surly by the day, complaining about Mitch’s departure and the slow progress she’d made in securing items for her planned boutique. The highlight of her day was drawing a big, black X in the box on the calendar.

Joanna, however, had squealed with delight when Marie told her she was finding her way back to her childhood faith. “Oh, Marie! How? When?” Joanna wrapped her in a hug that stole her breath. “Oh, never mind—I don’t need the details. It’s enough just to see the sparkle in your eyes.” Pulling back, she had cupped Marie’s face and beamed with tears glittering in her eyes. “Oh, Marie. . .welcome home.”

“Welcome home.” As much as Marie had celebrated hearing those words from Joanna, she still held a deep longing to hear them from the lips of her father. When she’d mentioned that to Joanna, her sister’s face had clouded.

“Marie, don’t put your faith on Dad’s shoulders. He’ll only let you down.”

Marie’s mind replayed Joanna’s warning as she loaded the last of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher at the café. Tiredness from the busy Saturday made her shoulders ache, but it couldn’t compare with the ache that stabbed her heart every time she recalled her father’s condemning tone and harsh expression. She knew she would never feel as though she had truly come home until she made peace with her father. But how?

The back screen door squeaked. Her focus on emptying the bin of dirty dishes, she didn’t look up. “Hey, Beth.”

“It’s me, Henry.”

Marie jerked upright and spun toward the door. Automatically, she smoothed her hand over her hair. The curls had grown, becoming less manageable over her weeks in Sommerfeld. She’d pulled her hair into a ponytail at the crown of her head, but errant strands sprang free in every direction. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her to have Henry see her in a state of unkemptness. She only knew discomfort struck with his presence.

She went back to transferring plates from the bin to the dishwasher, jabbering to cover the erratic beat of her heart. “Deborah and Trina aren’t here. I told them I could finish up and they should go home. W–what brings you back? Deborah said you’d finished the bookwork for the week.”

“A storm is brewing. There’s sheet lightning in the east.”

Marie glanced at him. His dark-eyed gaze followed her every move. She swallowed and turned back to the plates. “A lightning storm in November?”

He shrugged. “It’s unusual but not unheard of. Kansas is unpredictable.”

So are you. “I—I haven’t heard any thunder.

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