Letters to Katie by Kathleen Fuller

Author:Kathleen Fuller [Fuller, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook
ISBN: 9781595547774
Amazon: 1595547770
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2013-05-07T04:00:00+00:00

Cora sat outside the Bylers’ home, in the swing where she’d fallen asleep the day she first arrived. During the day while Sawyer was at work, she’d been spending more time outside. The longer she stayed here, the more her body seemed to crave the fresh air. The warmth of the sun. She seemed to get cold more easily lately. She would wrap her scarf closer to her neck, put on her cashmere sweater, and swing, trying to keep her mind more focused on the present than the past. Too many bitter memories there.

Yet there were times when she didn’t think about anything. Her mind, her heart, became quiet. Almost still.

She chalked it up to boredom. Or at least tried to.

The cell phone in her pocket rang. She retrieved it and looked at the screen. Her attorney. She pressed the green answer button. “Kenneth.”

“Hello, Cora. Just checking in.”

“Nothing to report. I’ve only been here a few days.”

“Are you at least trying to enjoy yourself? I hear Amish country is lovely this time of year.”

Cora scowled. “What do you know of Amish country? You were born and raised in Manhattan.”

“I did a bit of reading about the area. May have to visit there myself. If I ever get a vacation.”

“Is that a dig, Kenneth?”

“Of course not.” He chuckled. “A joke, Cora. You had a sense of humor once upon a time.”

Years ago. “What do you need, Kenneth?”

“I was wondering if you had a return date in mind. I’ve done all I can with your assets, but there are still a few documents that need your signature. And . . .” He hesitated. “I want you to be certain you want to do this.”

“I’m certain. As for when I’m coming home, I’m still not sure.” She looked up to see Anna coming out of the house, carrying two glasses. “I have to go, Kenneth. I’ll be in touch.”

“Cora—”

She clicked off the phone. Anna smiled as she approached.

“Mind if I join you?” Anna asked. “I brought us some lemonade.”

Cora gestured to the empty seat beside her. She accepted the glass Anna offered but didn’t say anything.

The two women sat in silence for a few moments, surrounded by the soft sounds of chirping birds. Cora looked down at her lemonade. No ice. Pieces of pulp floating around. Fresh squeezed, no doubt by Anna herself. She turned to the woman who called herself Sawyer’s mother. “How do you stand it?”

Anna frowned, her blue eyes squinting in the bright sunlight. “What do you mean?”

“This.” She held up the glass. “Squeezing your own juice. Milking your own cows. Dusting your own tables.” At Anna’s incredulous look, she added, “How do you manage to live like a drudge?”

To Cora’s surprise, Anna laughed. “I never thought I was a drudge. I’m just living my life. Like you live yours.”

“But your life is so . . . difficult.” Cora looked at her manicured nails, comparing them to Anna’s stubby ones. “And, dare I say, dull? Housework day in and day out, baking, sewing clothes.

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