Sea Glass Summer by Dorothy Cannell

Author:Dorothy Cannell [Cannell, Dorothy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Suspense
ISBN: 9780727899859
Google: GVvvnQEACAAJ
Amazon: 0727881833
Barnesnoble: 0727881833
Goodreads: 13587858
Publisher: Severn House Publishers
Published: 2012-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Nine

Oliver came down the dark oak staircase at a little after eight a.m. wearing shorts and a green T-shirt with a black Labrador on the front. Earlier in the week he’d hoped it would remind Elizabeth and Gerard how mean they were about not letting him have a dog. This morning it was a shirt he liked. He was feeling a little more kindly toward his aunt and uncle since they had told him he could go to the house where Twyla was living and have piano lessons with Mrs Garwood. Yesterday he’d gone for his very first one and it had been great. After five minutes he’d been able to find middle C with his eyes closed and was imagining himself on a stage playing for an audience of thousands with all the ladies and some of the men crying. Mrs Garwood made it seem easy and fun. He liked her blue eyes and pretty silver hair. When she left to let him to practice for a little on his own, while she went into the kitchen to make up a pitcher of lemonade, her son had come in and sat in a chair listening. He’d been mostly quiet, but once he said, ‘Nice.’ And then: ‘Good job.’

Twyla had previously told Oliver that Mrs Garwood and Sonny Norris were the lady and man they had sat next to in church on that first Sunday in Sea Glass. What had made him feel especially good was seeing how much Twyla enjoyed helping with Sonny and what good friends she and Mrs Garwood had become. And then there was Jumbo. Oliver had never seen, or even heard of, a bull mastiff before. They had taken to each other right away, and Mrs Garwood had said there was another new friend named Sarah – really Sonny’s friend, she had stressed – who came most days to take Jumbo out for a walk and perhaps, if it was agreeable with Oliver’s aunt and uncle, he could go with them sometimes. When Oliver got to the bottom of the stairs Mrs Polly was in the hall. She didn’t usually come on a Saturday unless she’d left something behind from when she worked the last time. In this case it must have been her instant coffee because she had the jar in her hand. Oliver had adjusted his negative opinion of Mrs Polly since his initial meeting with her at Pleasant Meadows. After seeing her there again in her father’s presence he had decided that she and Willie enjoyed rattling each other’s cages, as she called it, and that she was in her way fond of him.

‘Someone to see you, Mr Pal.’ That’s what she called him. The Mr because she joked that he was her employer and the Pal because she said that’s what he was, a real pal in a place she’d always told Miss Emily belonged back in the Dark Ages.

‘Thank you, Mrs Poll.’ Oliver inclined his head formally, which always made her grin.

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