More Trouble in Loveland (The Loveland Series Book 2) by Jennifer Peel

Author:Jennifer Peel [Peel, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-21T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I think I made some new friends at the center. I might even make it into some final wills and testaments, according to the frisky senior citizens. One poor man with dementia thought I was a stripper and tried to shove a dollar bill down… well we won’t mention it. Good thing I have good reflexes and he had poor aim.

Ryan was a huge fan of the outfit. I texted him a picture of it before we left for the nursing home to get his opinion. His response: Please tell me you get to keep it.

I admit, once I forgot I looked like Mrs. Claus’ naughty twin, I enjoyed my time at the nursing home. It reminded me how blessed I was to have family and friends around. With each gift I delivered, I took the time to talk to those who could or wanted to. Even if they couldn’t speak, I would take their hand, anything to let them know they weren’t alone. One of the women especially touched my heart. She didn’t say much, but she didn’t want to let go of my hand. She stroked mine so tenderly while calling me a cutie pie. I detected a Southern accent. Her frail, translucent hand was soft to the touch. Each age spot told of how old she was. It was amazing how much human emotion could be conveyed through such a simple touch.

I’d looked around her tiny room only filled with the bare necessities and a few photos from years gone by. There was one of her wedding day. She was a beautiful bride in a simple silk gown. Her groom was dressed in a military uniform. I bet there was a story to tell there. The picture next to it was of her as a mother with two babies on the hip and a toddler on the floor playing by her feet. She looked exhausted, but content. Treasured memories, I’m sure. I would have liked to ask her about them, but she faded in and out of sleep, never loosening her grip of my hand. I stayed until she slept soundly. For a moment, I forgot about how ill I felt and how uncomfortable I was in that dress. I was reminded of the spirit of the season.

I left the nursing home wanting to be a better person. To raise even better people. It was almost the perfect way to start off my holidays. Proper attire was the only thing lacking.

I tried to keep the holly jolly attitude from the nursing home all weekend, especially when I entered the lair, I mean home, of Celia McLaughlin, Felicity’s mother the following day. Candy and Eden, her sisters-in-law, were throwing the shower, but Celia was hosting at her home in Longmont, about a half hour away from Loveland if the traffic was decent. Celia was an interesting character to me; her home and lifestyle were simple. Her husband— Felicity’s father— had died several years ago, leaving Celia to

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