Return of the Song by Phyllis Clark Nichols

Author:Phyllis Clark Nichols
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gilead Publishing
Published: 2018-02-26T16:00:00+00:00

Caroline pulled into the driveway just as Sam and Angel returned.

Angel opened the car door. “Hi, sweetie, we have fresh peaches. The first ones arrived at the market today.”

“I guess that means summer’s officially here even though the calendar says it’ll be another week or so.”

“It surely feels like summer.” Angel wiped her brow. “Why, if this muumuu keeps sticking to me, I’ll be the talk of the town for running around in my birthday suit.”

They walked up the driveway together. As they neared the path to the studio, Caroline heard her phone and ran to catch it.

“You’re running like that ring’s from London,” Sam called as they watched Caroline disappear around the studio.

He and Angel walked arm in arm on up the path. He helped her up the steps and onto the porch and put the bags of peaches on the table. “Now, Angel, why don’t you sit right here and let me get us a glass of that lemonade you made this morning.”

“Why, I think that’s a fine notion you have there, handsome.” Angel sat down in her favorite wicker rocker and fanned herself with the newspaper lying on the table. Sam left her with the hum of the crickets in the late afternoon, the tune from the ice cream truck coming down the street, and the smell of fresh peaches filling the air.

He returned quickly with two tall glasses of lemonade, an idea in mind. “You know what I think I’d really like?”

“You mean more than sitting here in the cool of the late afternoon drinking lemonade with me?”

“Well, the only thing that could improve on that is a sprig of mint in this glass of lemonade.” Sam set his glass down on the wicker table next to his rocker.

“That’s the second fine notion you’ve had in less than five minutes. You keep coming up with ideas, and you’re going to set a record. Want me to go pick some?”

“No, what about you sitting right here? I’ll take Caroline a few peaches and pick a few sprigs of mint on my way back.”

“Sam Meadows, you don’t give two whits about a sprig of mint. You’re just plain nosy. You want to know who called Caroline, don’t you?”

“I married a smart woman, and I’ve been caught again. But you did say on the way home you wanted Caroline to have some peaches, and you know she’ll be going back to the church for rehearsal in a little while.”

“You’re right. Time’s wasting. Get gone before my lemonade disappears. Get a basket.”

Angel had collected baskets for years. There were two requirements to make it into her collection. First, it had to have a handle, and second, it couldn’t be made in China. The back-porch baskets had carried flowers, greenery, fresh vegetables, acorns, and pinecones for decades.

Sam grabbed a basket from the baker’s rack, chose a few large peaches to fill it, and started out the door.

“Wait, Sam.”

Sam turned quickly to answer her. “Do you need me, my Angel?”

“Of course I need you, but I was mostly interested in one more look at that basket of peaches.

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