My Heart Belongs in San Francisco, California by Janice Thompson

Author:Janice Thompson [Thompson, Janice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781683224655
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2018-03-23T04:00:00+00:00

On the day after Abby attended church for the first time, her thoughts remained firmly affixed to her new idea to teach etiquette lessons. Working out the details would take some doing, but the more she pondered the notion, the more realistic it became. Hopefully she would hear from her parents soon, to know their travel plans. That would give her an end date, a time frame for shaping up the fellas in town. Yes, this would be just the ticket.

After serving lunch, Abby happened to catch Cookie alone in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. She decided to join her.

“Neville and I have an ongoing feud about which is better, coffee or tea,” Abby said as she filled her cup with her favorite hot brew. “He says tea, of course.”

“Well, I love a good cup of tea,” Cookie said, “but there’s something about freshly brewed coffee that sways me even more. Perhaps it has something to do with the smell. It permeates the room, awakens the senses.”

“You should write advertisements for Pioneer Steam coffee, Cookie,” Abby said. “You said that so beautifully. If I didn’t already love coffee with undying passion, you would have swayed me with those words.”

“Funny you should say I’m good with words. I always felt my truest calling was teaching. Never dreamed I’d end up in a kitchen. And certainly never dreamed Mr. Harris would drag us all the way to California. I came kicking and screaming, but I’m awfully glad I came.” She took a sip, a relaxed expression on her face.

“I’m glad too. Otherwise we would never have met.”

Abby paused. She’d been wanting to ask a question for days now, but hadn’t had the chance.

“What can you tell me about Mr. Harris?” she said at last.

“Sam’s father? Honey, some folks are harder to figure out than others. They’re like onions.”

“They make you cry?”

“No, they have layers. Lots and lots of layers. Now, if you’d asked me back in Independence what Mr. Harris was like, I would’ve given him glowing reviews. When the missus was alive he was a fine, upstanding citizen, first in church when the doors opened. But the man you see right now isn’t the same fellow he once was. He changed after she passed. I hardly recognize him anymore.”

“Sad.”

“Very. But that’s all I’ve got to say about that. No point in tipping this cart with gossip or other foolish jabbering.” She paused. With the back of her hand she swiped loose hair off her brow. “Just saying, when you throw something in a pot of boiling water, it’ll bring about a change—like a potato cooking down soft-like, or like an egg, firming up.” A reflective look came over her. “Let’s just say he used to be mashed potatoes and now he’s something else.”

“I see.”

“Not that I’m one to talk about others, mind you. I don’t care for that, not in the slightest.”

“Of course.”

“Only, when you see such a marked change in a person, you can’t help but wonder what sort of deep hurt has happened in his heart to bring about such a shift.

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