The Brushstroke Legacy by Lauraine Snelling

Author:Lauraine Snelling [Snelling, Lauraine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-55053-8
Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group
Published: 2006-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Whoever invented showers deserved a Nobel prize.

Ragni wrapped a towel around her head and finished drying with another one. Fresh towels. She sniffed the mild bleach odor, and all she smelled was clean. While Erika had opted for a swim first, Ragni chose a shower and the joy of hot water. Good thing they didn’t charge extra for water here. Amazing the things one took for granted, like running water that came out of a tap at the turn of the wrist, either hot or cold—without waiting. “Lord, I’ll never take indoor plumbing for granted again,” she announced. She felt as if she’d been camping for weeks, not days.

“You going to stay in there forever?” The question accompanied a knock on the door.

“Be out in a minute.” Stepping into clean clothes was another spiritual experience. She opened the door and continued putting her toiletries back in her kit. “How was the pool?”

“Yummy.”

“I didn’t expect you back yet.”

“I swam some laps and laid out for a bit, but you said we were going shopping.” She pulled the scrunchy from her hair. “Besides, I forgot my iPod.”

“In the car?”

“Nope, at the cabin.”

And you didn’t demand we go back for it. Amazing. “We are going shopping. Just need to hustle.”

“Sure, you take forever, and I have to hurry.” The door clicked closed but the tone was more teasing than sarcastic.

Ragni grinned at the face in the mirror by the dresser. Sunburned nose, freckles upon freckles, and hair that could use a trim. Sure enough, she even looked as if they’d been camping. After they got back from Dickinson, she’d throw their laundry in the washer.

She thought of turning on the television but instead picked up the paper she’d gotten at the front desk. Murder, mayhem, baseball scores, warnings about mosquito-borne West Nile virus. Didn’t look to have moved into North Dakota yet, at least as far as the experts knew. Good thing, since she’d killed more mosquitoes in the last couple of days than in the last two years. She added citronella candles to the again-growing list. There was no way she would get all this stuff in the car to go home in eleven days.

It was too late to call work to see how things were going, but she dialed her mother’s phone number, putting the charges on her phone card.

“Hi, Mom, how are things?”

“Ragni, oh, I’m so glad you called. I’ve been wondering how you two were doing.” Concern laced Judy’s voice.

“Good, actually. I’m getting the estimates for the new roof in the morning. You have to decide if you really want to replace it and what kind of roofing to put on.”

“Oh, dear. Your father always made those kinds of decisions. You just go ahead and do what you think best.”

Ragni could hear that trembling that had sneaked into her mother’s voice on more than one occasion lately. “Okay, let me tell you what they said. First off, all the old stuff has to come off, along with most if not all the sheeting.

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