Rocky Point Promise by Barbara McMahon

Author:Barbara McMahon
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2011-10-25T22:00:00+00:00

“Thank You, God,” Tate said aloud when he woke Wednesday morning to a steady drizzle. It was a gray and dreary day, the next-to-last Wednesday before Labor Day weekend, and after that the town returned to normal. The summer inhabitants would be gone until next May.

The rain gave him the excuse to pick up Faith for tonight’s singles meeting. He’d seen her briefly at the clinic Monday when he had his stitches taken out. Once at the meeting, they’d be surrounded by others, focused on the rummage sale, on Bible study and on general conversation. No time to talk one-on-one. Driving her to and from the meeting would give them a little time together.

The day seemed to drag by. Once in the early afternoon, the sun peeked out. Tate tried to judge if the weather was turning, but was reassured some time later when the rain began again.

He called the clinic to remind Faith that he’d be picking her up shortly before seven. She was busy, so he left the message with Marjorie.

“I’ll make sure she gets it,” Marjorie said. “Nice of you to offer.”

Did he hear a note of censure in her tone?

“Yeah, well, I’m going, so no sense in taking two cars.”

“Oh, right. Conservation of gas and all. Amazing how everyone wants to help the new girl.”

“Being neighborly,” he said. He had heard something in her tone. What was that about?

When he arrived at her apartment that evening, Faith was watching for him. Before he could stop the car, she hurried down the steps, her umbrella keeping the drizzle off her face. He opened his door but she called, “Don’t get wet, I can manage.” She opened the passenger door, closed the umbrella and settled in. “Whew, it’s not pouring, but it’s so misty I think the air is saturated and the umbrella doesn’t help a lot. Thanks for picking me up.”

“Glad to do it.” He headed for the church. “How’re things going?”

“Fine on all fronts. You?”

“Quiet. We’re gearing up for the big Labor Day weekend flings, then things should settle down until next summer.”

“Umm, that’s what Marjorie said. We’ve had a few tourists in with scrapes, cuts or bad sunburn. Most of the clinic’s patients, however, are locals. I’m discussing with Dr. Mallory the idea of starting an expectant mothers class—what to expect, how to prepare—especially for first-time mothers.”

“We don’t already have something like that?” he asked.

“No. Women who want to breast-feed have had to go to Monkesville for La Leche classes. I want to combine that with all the other aspects of pregnancy and delivery. Maybe even extend it to the first two or three months after a baby arrives. Lots of women have postpartum blues and don’t realize that’s normal. Anyway, that’s what I’ve been doing while you’re out keeping Rocky Point safe.”

He laughed. “Not hard to do.”

They parked near the entry to the fellowship hall and ran inside together. Their time for one-on-one was over for a couple of hours. Tate wished they could fast-forward the evening.

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