Lost Melody by Lori Copeland

Author:Lori Copeland [Copeland, Lori; Smith Virginia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-310-41223-6
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2011-03-25T16:00:00+00:00

Anger buzzing in her ears, Jill twisted the deadbolt and turned to find her grandmother watching her from the kitchen doorway.

“Greg’s not staying for supper?” Nana maintained a carefully bland expression while she wiped her hands on a tea towel.

“No, he’s not.” Her voice came out louder than she intended, and she smiled a quick apology. “He remembered some work he had to do tonight.”

“I see.”

By the sympathy in the eyes that watched her, Jill knew Nana did, indeed, see what had happened. She’d probably heard their raised voices from the other room. Correction. Jill’s raised voice. Greg had maintained a trial lawyer’s composure throughout the entire encounter, which had served to inflame Jill to the point that she lost her temper. Irrational, he’d called her.

No, he didn’t. He said we needed to have a rational discussion. And he was right. I wasn’t acting rationally.

Time for a feelings inventory. Anger and frustration, but the overriding emotion she felt was …

Her anger evaporated like a drop of water on a hot griddle. Disappointment. She’d picked a fight with Greg because she was disappointed that he didn’t believe in her dream.

She sagged against the door, her shoulders drooping. “Oh, Nana, I wanted him to believe me.”

Nana hurried down the hall and gathered Jill in a hug. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Jill breathed in the familiar scent of Estée Lauder. Tears prickled in her eyes. “I can’t blame him. It sounds crazy.” She raised her head and sniffled. “I guess I just hoped he’d support me even if he doesn’t believe me.”

“That’s a reasonable expectation.” Loyalty and sympathy in equal measures shone in Nana’s eyes. “I think tomorrow I’ll go have a talk with him.”

An image flashed into Jill’s mind of Nana marching into Greg’s office with the ferocity of a lion, complete with a mane of red hair. Teresa, fierce protector of Greg’s schedule, would be no match for Nana. The idea made Jill’s lips twitch in spite of the heaviness in her heart.

She straightened. “Please don’t. This is something I need to do myself. If I can’t convince Greg that I’m not insane, how in the world can I expect anyone else in the Cove to believe me?”

A proud smile curved Nana’s lips. “That’s my girl.” She patted Jill’s arm. “Go finish cleaning the paintbrushes. Supper will be ready in a few minutes.”

Jill headed for the living room. She really ought to call Greg and ask him to come back, but the idea of facing more of his disbelief tonight was overwhelming. She’d apologize tomorrow, on the drive to his parents’ house.

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