The House Across The Street by Melanie Jones Brownrigg

Author:Melanie Jones Brownrigg [Jones Brownrigg, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-26T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Six

Rachel

When I left the house, I took in the warm sunshine. It was going to be a beautiful day with temps in the upper sixties. It was such a nice break from the freezing cold weather of last week. Backing my car across the street to the front of Mrs. Jenkin’s house to allow her the shortest walk possible, I then went inside to get her.

“I’m ready,” she called out from the other side of the door after I knocked. “Just let me get my purse.”

Mrs. Jenkins got around moderately well, but I liked giving her a helping hand whenever I could. Waiting for her to lock her door, I then wrapped an arm through hers as we descended the sidewalk.

“Good morning,” Mrs. Tuttle called out as she approached and gave Mrs. Jenkins a hand on the other side.

We both greeted her in return and then piled into my car. When I arrived at the church, I pulled to the front and helped Mrs. Jenkins out of the car, leaving Mrs. Tuttle to assist her a few steps to the inside. After parking, I joined them, sitting about midway on one of the pews.

After being seated for about ten minutes, Mrs. Tuttle shook my shoulder. “Look who just walked in.” She jerked her head across the nave at a couple taking a seat a few benches in front of us.

My eyes followed her gesture. “Oh my,” I muttered, seeing Logan Foster assisting Imogene Foster, his grandmother, to a seat. “Because of tax season, I haven’t been to see her in a couple of weeks. It looks like she’s improving.”

“It certainly does,” Mrs. Jenkins agreed, craning her neck to see for herself.

“Do you think the Heaven’s will part and God will pat Logan on the back for his good deed of the day?” Mrs. Tuttle pondered. “Or is a lightning bolt more likely to strike?” She gazed up expectantly at the ceiling.

“It’s about time he stepped up to the plate, considering he’s used Imogene for so many years,” Mrs. Jenkins tutted.

All my thoughts were internalized, wondering if Logan had his grandmother’s best interest at heart, or if he was waiting to drop her down a set of stairs. I turned around and looked behind me, wondering if Jackson or Rob had followed them inside.

A few moments later, Jackson took a seat beside me. “Good morning, Mrs. Jenkins, Mrs. Tuttle,” he addressed crowding in beside me and whispering, “Can you believe this?”

“No,” I muttered. “But it’s nice of you to join us.”

He chuckled, whispering, “I’m in jeans because this is the last place that I would’ve expected to follow Foster.”

“You’re fine,” I assured him.

“Jackson, have you heard back from your job interview?” Mrs. Tuttle inquired. Mrs. Jenkins shot me a knowing look since I’d told her Jackson was staying with me on a temporary assignment. And while I had been vague, I almost suspected she’d figured out he was working undercover.

“Not yet, Mrs. Tuttle, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.”

“Well say a prayer too.

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