Savannah Comes Undone by Denise Hildreth Jones

Author:Denise Hildreth Jones
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2010-03-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Forsythe Park is the essence of our city to me. It seems to embody the heart of Savannah. Every element of our character seems to merge here and is represented somewhere in this two-block area. Tilling here with Duke—this morning he was desperate enough for sanity that he agreed to accompany me—was such a perfect way to start a day. The manicured shrubs lined the perimeter, the branches of towering trees cascaded over the sidewalk, the soothing sound of the fountain bubbled out of the center. The kaleidoscope required one to focus on something central.

Every morning it brought me to focus on communing with my Creator. Not some life force that gave us morning beauty and evening splendor. Not someone who only mattered when recognized, but who recognized us even when we treated Him as if He didn’t matter. It was our time. His time to remind me of eternal things. My time to remind Him of my much-needed graces.

Somewhere between my attempts to make more headway than I had the day before, a redheaded flame passed me. She was wearing short shorts and had legs up to heaven. Her curly mane was pulled back in a ponytail. She had her earphones on but was singing. It was clear she wasn’t tilling, because she obviously didn’t realize how loud she was.

She didn’t recognize me, or at least didn’t let on if she did. I’m sure Grant had a picture of me somewhere. As many memories as we had made on film, it wasn’t possible he had removed every trace of me from his existence. After she passed me I slowed up, forcing Duke to retreat with a gagging sound, as I hadn’t forewarned him.

You have no idea your world’s about to be rocked, do you, sister? Well, I don’t want to have to hurt you, but love is difficult.

“Isn’t it, Duke?” He looked at me, seeming a tad irritated and confused.“Love is difficult. Don’t you know?”

Of course he knew. His gaze wandered to a poodle coming up the sidewalk. But he couldn’t fool me. I knew every dog made him dream of Lucy. He had pined for that dog since she got antique-store broken. But Mr. Newman knew Duke’s reputation. Duke has a wandering eye, that must be admitted, which is why Dad has to keep such a close eye on him. And why Miss Alberta carries her Chihuahua in her purse. Rumors of his philandering float the streets of Savannah. As do a few suspicious-looking mixed-breeds.

This distraction from my tilling was rather frustrating. But it did affirm that my evening plans would be worth all the heartache I’d endured.

We entered Jake’s through the back door. Duke began growling at the swinging doors immediately. I peeked out to see none other than Miss Television Time perched at the counter, talking to my father.

“She must really like it here.” I patted Duke on the head. He growled again.“What’s into you, anyway?”

“He doesn’t like that little lady,” Richard said as he came out of the stockroom with more napkins.

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