Sweet Dreams Drive by Robin Lee Hatcher

Author:Robin Lee Hatcher [Hatcher, Robin Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Could they be happy like that again?

Please, God. Let us be happy like that again.

THE SERMON THAT MORNING was on stewardship, and Al felt God trying to tell him something through the pastor’s words. He had an awful feeling that he wasn’t doing much of a job of managing God’s blessings.

He shouldn’t have let Patti talk him into buying their house. It was too much for them with only one salary. And it wasn’t just the mortgage. It was the heat and electricity and water and sewer, too. And the insurance.

But what could he do about all of that now? Sell the house? Patti would be heartbroken. Wasn’t she sad enough already?

With those glum thoughts roiling in his head, Al arrived at the side exit of the church at the same time as Till Hart.

“Good morning, Al.” The elderly woman—in her midseventies but as spry as many who were more than a decade younger—smiled at him. “Where’s that pretty wife of yours? Not to mention those precious babies.”

“They stayed home this morning, Miss Hart. Patti was feeling a bit run-down and wanted to rest.”

“Oh? I hope she isn’t catching that bug that’s been going around. Francine Hunter was sick last week and has been coughing up a storm ever since. Tell Patti I’ll pray for her.”

Pray for us both. We need it. “I will.”

Her brows drew together. “You look a little peaked yourself. Are you all right?”

“Yes,” he lied. “I’m fine.” He pushed open the glass door and motioned her through.

“Well, all right then.” She didn’t sound convinced. “Be sure to tell Patti that she can call on me if she needs a hand with the little ones. I’m a good babysitter.”

“Thanks, Miss Hart. I’ll tell her.”

They said their farewells on the sidewalk before turning in different directions, Al headed for the parking lot, Till Hart walking home as she always did in nice weather.

He made it to his car without running into others who might want to pass the time of day Thankful for that—not wanting to feel more of a hypocrite than he already did—he slipped into the red Spider, then sat there, hands on the steering wheel, not wanting to go home yet, not sure what he would say to Patti when he got there.

Maybe a drive would help clear his head.

He started the engine, left the parking lot, and followed the road out of Hart’s Crossing, picking up speed as he reached the main highway. The wind felt good in his hair, and for a time, he thought of nothing except the way the sports car hugged the road. But eventually he remembered why he took the drive in the first place. To figure things out. To figure Patti out.

He’d driven several miles into the mountains by the time he slowed the car and turned off the road at a lookout point. He parked near the Idaho highway historical marker and got out, walking to the metal railing that overlooked the valley.

Figure out Patti.

Was that even

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