Return by Karen Kingsbury

Author:Karen Kingsbury [Kingsbury, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Indiana, Christian Fiction, Christian, Religious, Domestic Fiction, New York (N.Y.), Victims of Terrorism, September 11 Terrorist Attacks; 2001
ISBN: 9781417665181
Publisher: San Val
Published: 2003-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

A S H L E Y FELT LIKE one of the patients here at Sunset Hills. The information about Luke’s son made her distracted and

distant, and each night she went to bed knowing that tomorrow had to be the day.

That finally Reagan would make the call or fly out with Tommy in her arms. If she called, then the moment Luke knew the truth, he’d fly to New York, maybe even tell his family what he was doing.

Ashley was at work that June afternoon, a week after returning from New York.

Twice she’d tried to call Luke, just to feel him out, to see if Reagan had called him. But both times he’d been gone, so she’d left a message.

If the knowledge of Luke’s son wasn’t enough to distract her, she’d received word from Margaret Wellington that one of her paintings had sold already. They were sending her a check in the mail and wanted her to hurry with the next three. She and Cole had gone to dinner with her parents to celebrate, and that night she’d spent an hour on the phone with Landon.

Ashley calculated that if she sold three pieces in two months, she could consider quitting her job at Sunset Hills. If she wanted 193 to. But as long as Irvel was living, she definitely didn’t want to. Irvel and Edith and Helen and Bert-they did too many wonderful things for her heart.

She stirred the chicken soup and tested it with her finger. Residents at Sunset Hills ate their soup warm, not hot. Less danger of burns that way. She took the pot and a tray of buttered toast to the table and went to find the residents.

Bert was eating with them now, and though he still spent most of the afternoon in his room polishing his saddle, he enjoyed company for lunch. He was more talkative these days, but more confused also.

It took Ashley a few minutes to get them all seated. Irvel at the head of the table, as always, with Helen on one side and Edith on the other. Bert sat at the other end. Before Ashley could say the prayer, Irvel pointed at Bert. “You’re a very nice old man.” She used her finger to draw invisible circles in the air for emphasis. “But I’m glad you’re at that end.”

Helen shot Irvel a look. “What’s wrong with him?” She raised one eyebrow in Bert’s direction. “Is he a spy?”

“I got a saddle.” Bert gave the women a shy smile. When none of them responded, he looked at Ashley. “I got me a nice saddle.” “Yes, Bert. Very nice.”

“Very nice.” Edith gave a series of slow nods and stared at the table in front of her. “Saddles. Very nice.”

“Spies use saddles.” Helen had seen her daughter, Sue, the day before, so she wasn’t angry or confrontational, but she definitely was nervous. She eyed Irvel.

“Don’t spies use saddles, Agnes?”

Irvel took a slow look over her shoulder, as though Helen might be talking to someone standing behind her.

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