Camden Corners

The Fate of the Merryweather

2013-01-11T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Forty Seven

The Fate of The Merryweather

“Mr. Douglas, you know very well Tracy and I never indicated we were interested in your offer. We had not spoken to the staff or the town about the possibility of selling The Merryweather. You have put us in a very awkward position.”

Explaining the newest development to Tracy, Holly said “Someone apparently reported the sale of our hotel. It is on the news. The staff is understandably upset.”

“Mr. Douglas, what on earth were you thinking?” said Tracy as she read her computer screen.

“Ladies, I have no idea how this happened. My boss ordered me to meet with you again. I know he is anxious to buy your property, but I find it hard to believe he would prematurely announce the purchase.”

Ashley Douglas unpacked the couple's suitcase, putting everything in the dresser drawers. She couldn't wait for Scott to return before she investigated the gallery further. She grabbed her room key and walked down the stairs to the first floor. The lobby was filled with people milling around. Some were in tears. She noticed the television was on and was afraid another, all too frequent, tragedy may have occurred somewhere in the country.

“What's going on?” she asked a man who looked like he worked at the hotel.

“The Merryweather has been sold. We were never told about the sale. Tracy and Holly have betrayed us. They sold out to Pierce Enterprises.”

Ashley couldn't believe her ears. Was that the reason for the trip here? Why was Scott keeping secrets from her? Who was this man she married? She had known he was ambitious, but hoped he would realize happiness wasn't measured in how much money he made.

Just then, she saw him walk out of the executive offices. His face had lost all its color. “Scott,” she called out.

“Ashley, I have to make some calls. I'm sorry our anniversary has been ruined. Please repack our suitcases, I am sure we will be asked to leave. Wait for me in the suite.”

“Scott!” she called out. He kept walking away without so much as a glance toward her.

She stayed where she was when she saw Tracy and Holly walk into the lobby. Everyone gathered around demanding to know why this was happening.

“How could you do this to the town?”

“I met my husband here at The Merryweather, you can't let them destroy it along with our memories.”

“The Merryweather is a landmark, the town will never be the same.”

Everyone was talking at once.

“Please, everyone. Please quiet down,” said Tracy.

The crowd was silent, waiting for an explanation.

“It's true, Pierce Enterprises has offered to purchase The Merryweather. However, we have not made a decision to sell. Mr. Pierce's representative, Mr. Douglas, assures us he and Pierce Enterprises had nothing to do with notifying the press prematurely.

“Two days ago, Mr. Douglas met with us. He indicated Arthur Pierce was interested in purchasing The Merryweather. This offer came as a complete surprise to Holly and me. We told Mr. Douglas we had no intention of selling, now or in the future.

“Mr. Douglas left with our promise we would give the offer some consideration. We both had a restless night thinking about the people we have met since the day we opened the doors of our resort. The people right here in Camden Corners who married their sweethearts here, those who sang carols around the Christmas tree each year, welcomed in the New Year or just simply had dinner with friends in our restaurant. We have been through the trauma of a kidnapping, a near drowning, the fear a suicidal, lonely old gentleman would follow through with his plan. Plus the happier times, Both Holly and I were married here and I met Jack here so many years ago. So many of the children of Camden Corners had their first swimming lessons in the pool, celebrated their birthday on the lawn, danced at their prom, celebrated graduations and were married themselves, beginning the pattern all over again.

“Holly and I never dreamed we would step away from The Merryweather. We hoped one day, our daughters, Jenna and Katie would take our places, but we didn't think that would happen for a number of years.

“We hadn't told anyone of the offer, including our own children. We wanted to let the information sink in. If it were up to Holly and me, we would turn down the offer. However, there are many others to think of. The benefits of having a hotel of the caliber Mr. Pierce would build on the premises may outweigh the sentimental value of The Merryweather.

“Along the many businesses throughout town, The Merryweather has been a success. However, we are small potatoes. Think about how much business would be brought in if a five star hotel was built here.

“No matter what you hear, there will be no decision made without careful consideration. Please go back to what you were doing.”

Ashley walked slowly up the stairs to the suite where she had planned to let Scott know he was about to become a father. She walked to the closet to get the suitcase that she had unpacked less than thirty minutes ago. As she was walking by the table, the book she purchased earlier fell to the floor. It opened to an entry by Nettie Crowley dated August 31, 1906.

The young couple is facing some difficult times ahead if she doesn't

confront him with her concerns. Her husband did what he thought

was best for their future. She is finding it difficult to understand why

he wouldn't be honest with her. Maybe he just needs her reassurance

that she is on his side, no matter what. I do believe, in time, he will

realize he has all the riches he needs because he has a wife who

loves him and a child on the way.

Ashley's jaw dropped, she read a little further only to discover the writer was talking about a couple who lived over one hundred years ago. Her heart skipped a beat as the door opened.

“Scott, please don't try to protect me. I need to know what is happening and what you have done. No matter what, I love you and I want to understand why you are keeping things from me.”

“I'm sorry, Ashley. I never told you the real reason we came to The Merryweather, I guess I was thinking the owners would take the offer Mr. Pierce made without question. I didn't realize how cynical I have become. Tracy Crowley and Holly Burke have taught me the lesson that money isn't the only route to happiness. I was blinded by my fellow students at the university who grew up wealthy. I thought I didn't fit in with them because I was there through scholarships. I never felt I quite measured up and I was determined my children would never feel inferior to anyone.

“I'm sure I am no longer employed by Pierce Enterprises. I just got off the phone with the great Arthur Pierce. I told him how I felt about his underhanded tricks and I would not be a party to the coercion being used against two very kind ladies.

“I love you Ashley. I wanted to provide you with the best of everything.”

“I love you too and I do have the best of everything because I have your love. Now, help me pack so we can go home to celebrate our anniversary properly.”

The telephone in the suite rang.

“Scott, this is Tracy.”

“Hello Tracy, don't worry, Ashley and I will be out of the room in less than ten minutes.”

“Why are you leaving? Is there something wrong with the accommodations?”

“After what occurred today, I assumed we wouldn't be welcome.”

“Scott, in its almost forty years of existence, no one has ever been asked to leave The Merryweather and we aren't about to start now. I just wanted to thank you. I know you spoke with Arthur Pierce. He called to say he is issuing a retraction about the sale of the hotel. He said he had spoken to you and you made him realize there were some things worth preserving. He reiterated his offer, but said there would be no hard feelings if we turned him down. Not only that, he made a reservation for two for next weekend for his wife and himself. He said some wise young fellow told him he needed to chill out.”

“Thank you for letting me know, Tracy. I'm sure Ashley and I will enjoy our stay very much.”

The next call was on his cell phone.

“Douglas, Pierce here. I just had my assistant call and extend your stay in Camden Corners for a few more days. Take the week off, son. You deserve it. I hope you will decide to stay with Pierce Enterprises. You are right, I can be a tyrant. I'm going to take your words to heart. I hope you will give me an opportunity to change. You are a good man and I don't want to lose you to another company.”

“I can't believe it,” Scott said as the call ended. “I still have my job and we are staying here through the week thanks to Arthur Pierce.”

“This has turned out to be a good day after all,” said Ashley as she glanced at the last line on the page of the book.

I think this is just the beginning of happily ever after.

“Thank you, Nettie, I think you may be right.”

“Who are you talking to, Ashley?” said Scott.

“No one. Sit down Scott, I have a secret of my own to tell you.”

“Holly, sit down and put your feet up,” said Steve. “You and Tracy have had a rough day. Would you like me to fix you a hot fudge sundae?”

“Thanks, dear,” she replied. “I don't feel the need for sweets tonight. Tracy and I feel the same way and have made our wishes clear. We don't want The Merryweather to be sold. The rest is up to the town and the city council. Whatever decision they make, we will comply with. I feel nothing but relief that the decision is out of our hands.”

“Good for you. I've made a decision too. I'm not going to fight progress anymore. I hired a young man today that will revolutionize the Camden Corners Chronicle. We will function as a print newspaper and an on-line newspaper until further notice. This fellow convinced me there is a market for both. I feel good about that decision too.”

The phone rang. “Holly, I just heard from the mayor. The town council has called an emergency meeting regarding the sale of The Merryweather. Do you want to meet there?”

“I'd rather relax with my husband, but I guess we need to be there.”

The council meeting was called to order with standing room only. Some folks were outside with their placards. Most were in favor of preserving The Merryweather. The mayor was one of those opposed. He was anxious to have the revenue a Pierce Hotel would bring to the town. Enhancing his stature among the mayors of the surrounding towns was also a consideration.

The mayor asked for input from the residents. One by one the townsfolk stood before the members.

Sally Cummings walked to the microphone. “I'm speaking in favor of preserving The Merryweather. Just before Christmas several years ago, our family home was destroyed by fire and my husband, Ted, was seriously injured. Thanks to the generosity of Tracy, Holly and the whole town, we were given a place to stay and the children were able to celebrate Christmas that year. Somehow I can't imagine such a thing would happen in a large high rise hotel.”

Next, Nick Jordan stood. “The Merryweather is where I met my daughter, Molly for the first time. I will never forget the feeling in the pit of my stomach when I discovered I had a child. The reason I would like to see The Merryweather saved is strictly personal and sentimental, but I also feel it is an asset to the community.”

Richard Butler talked about how his niece and his wife, Bonnie's niece concocted a plan to get the two of them together. “Bonnie and I and our five children owe our happiness to those two girls and the cooperation of Tracy and Holly who agreed to their matchmaking plan.”

People stood in line waiting to talk. One lady commented that her grandmother was one of the original nurses who was given a room in Millicent Merryweather Stout Harvey's home. That room is now named the Robinson suite. Another was the great granddaughter of Callie Wilson who, along with her brothers and sisters, lived at the mansion while their adoptive parents' house was being built. People from all walks of life who had been guests of the hotel or simply had memories of happy times stood up and told their story.

After so many happy stories, even the mayor changed his mind. “Ladies and Gentlemen, are we ready to vote?”

Tracy and Holly have agreed to comply with the decision of the council in regard to sale of the property now known as The Merryweather.

“All those in favor of the sale.” The room was totally silent.

“All those opposed.” The room echoed with “Nay.”

“I'm sorry, audience, only the council may vote in this matter.”

“All those opposed.”

“Nay.”

The walls were vibrating with the sound of applause. The crowd outside was cheering. Firecrackers were being exploded on The Merryweather front lawn.

Tracy and Holly hugged each other and everyone else around.

One week later, things were back to normal at The Merryweather.

“Well, my friend, we could be sailing on a cruise ship to Bermuda, but instead we are sitting in this office chatting about the day ahead. Are you sorry at all about not selling this old place, Holly?”

“Not at all. Before long we will have to start planning our fortieth anniversary party. Wouldn't it be fun to invite the same people who came to our opening gala? Unfortunately, not all of them are still around. I wonder how many celebrities we should invite, how about politicians, maybe even heads of state,” she laughed?

“Remember the gala, we invited everyone we could think of with the idea that maybe, just maybe, one would show up,” laughed Tracy. “We were so nervous when they accepted our invitations. We were both star struck when Melanie Fairchild arrived. It's hard to believe she has been one of our dearest friends all these years.”

“Don't you wonder what the next forty years will bring? Who will be passing through the front door. How many more people will share their first kiss or fall in love within these walls. How many more times, those photos hanging on the wall will come to life and guide us through our troubles.”

“Yes, dear friend, shall we take a walk through the lobby? Maybe our next guest will be as memorable as so many of the others have been through the years.

Dear Friends,

Thank you for visiting Camden Corners. We hope your stay at The Merryweather was a pleasant one.

Holly and I have enjoyed sharing the stories of the people of our town.

You may be interested in spending some time in Bristol Falls with our young friends, Jennifer Mitchell and Angie Carlson. The two are living in the nation's capitol when their careers take a sudden turn and they both find themselves unemployed. They have memories of summer vacations spent in the mountains of their home town in a place called Camp Bristol. The abandoned camp is listed for sale and the friends decide to take a chance on renovating it and restoring it to the way they remembered it.

I think you will like these two young women. Although they are much younger than Holly and me, the bond between them is just as strong.

In the meantime, we will be greeting new folks and welcoming old friends back to The Merryweather.

We hope to see you again, when we have more stories and happy endings to share.

Until we meet again,

Tracy Crowley

That's all she wrote....for now....Please remember, you can purchase Camden Corners, The Village of Camden Corners and Camden Corners The Merryweather through createspace.com or amazon.com. All three books are available in print or eBook. Hope you enjoyed the stories and will keep this blog in mind. Jane O'Brien

A Restless Night

2013-01-10T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Forty Six

A Restless Night

“Did you get any sleep at all, Holly?” Tracy said the morning after Scott Douglas made them an offer on The Merryweather authorized by his boss, Arthur Pierce. Arthur Pierce was well known in the hotel industry. He sought out successful hotels in prime locations, bought out the owners, tore down the existing structures and built high rises on the property. The fact that he was interested in building in Camden Corners was a surprise to Tracy and Holly. Mr. Pierce didn't normally waste his time and money on small town locations.

“I slept, but I had dreams all night about our lives here at the hotel and so many of the people we have met here. The dreams weren't unpleasant, just thought-provoking.”

“I did the same thing. Aggie and Hap were in my dreams and so many of the people who are no longer here. It was a strange night. I know it was because of Arthur Pierce's offer that I had such a restless night.”

“You sure the ice cream and cookies didn't have anything to do with it?” laughed Tracy.

“How did you know I indulged my sweet tooth?”

“Because I know you, whenever you are worried about something, you eat. I, on the other hand, drink. Jack's martinis were extra tasty last night.”

“Did you come to any conclusions?” said Holly.

“No, did you?

Holly shook her head. “It's something we need to talk about. I think we should weigh the pros and cons together. I'd also like to bring the staff in on our decision, especially the management people. I'm sure the housekeepers and desk clerks will be eligible for hire if a highrise takes the place of our hotel. I'm also sure they would hire within the company for most other positions.”

“We will try to keep it quiet for a day or two. No sense upsetting the staff if we decide to turn Scott Douglas down flat,” said Tracy.

“My first inclination is to do just that,” said Holly. “I love The Merryweather, it isn't only the building that would be destroyed, but the family feeling we have built here with all the staff and even the guests.”

“We always dreamed Jenna and Katie would take over for us eventually. They have done such a wonderful job with the ski resort,” replied Tracy. “I wonder if it is more than they want to take on now. We should let them in on this decision too.”

“I know we should be thinking about retirement, but I don't feel old. What would we do all day if we didn't have this place and the people in it to worry about.”

“It's not only The Merryweather I am concerned with,” said Holly, “Steve is worried the Chronicle might be in trouble. Print newspapers are being phased out and replaced with on line editions. Steve is losing advertisers regularly and subscriptions are falling as well. He mentioned last night that maybe we should just retire to the Florida Keys. I know he didn't mean it, but I know it will break his heart if the paper folds.”

“Oh! How could I have forgotten the good news? Kelli and Jeff are expecting. She took a home pregnancy test and it came out positive.”

“You mentioned yesterday that you suspected she might be pregnant. That is wonderful news. Another baby in the family.”

“How is Jenna feeling? Is her morning sickness any better?” Asked Holly. “I remember how bad it was when she was expecting Maddie.”

“I think it's subsiding a little,” said Tracy. “She told me yesterday that nothing could spoil her joy at having another baby. When I think back to how she fought her feelings for Danny and now they are expecting their second child. That is another reason our daughters shouldn't be overburdened with taking on this place. They both have young children and responsibilities at home too. Maybe the smartest thing to do is just let Arthur Pierce have the place.”

“You don't really mean that do you, Tracy?”

“No, I don't. The truth of the matter is I picture myself sitting at this desk when I'm 80, talking to you every morning and meeting new people. It isn't only the two of us, though. We have to think of what is good for everyone. Having an Arthur Pierce hotel on the lake would benefit our town's treasury.”

“I feel the same way,” said Holly. “We would also have enough money to do whatever we wanted, we could travel to Europe like we always talk about. Go on an African safari, like Steve and Jack would like to do. We would have enough money to send everyone one of our grandchildren to the college of their choice. Even so, I can't imagine not having the Merryweather to come to every morning. I wonder what old Millie Merryweather would think about having her home demolished?”

There was a knock on the door. “Ladies, I don't want to disturb you,” said Donna Hammond. “I think the ghosts are haunting The Merryweather again. They must know about the offer you received on this place. Eddie told me the gallery pictures were all askew this morning when he walked into the lobby. He questioned everyone who worked the night shift and none of them saw anyone moving them. Also, we are down to only three copies of the Camden Corners' Journals. Those books had fallen off the shelf and were open to entries all having to do with folks who stayed here in the early 1900s. The gift shop is locked up at night. Cecilia Carter is the only person on the night shift who has a key to the shop. She would never do such a thing.”

“I agree, Donna. Cecilia is completely trustworthy,” said Tracy. “Strange things happen often with those photographs. Wouldn't you agree, Holly?”

“Definitely,” she said thinking of the time Millie Merryweather appeared before her as she was about to make her debut as an actress. Holly had a severe case of stage fright until Millie talked her through her jitters.

“That reminds me. I have a note from Hank Towers, he wanted to speak with one of you about the order for the journal books.”

“We'll call him, Donna. Thank you. I guess I'd better do that now if there are only three left. We ordered twenty more, if I recall. They do sell quickly,” said Tracy. “By the way, Donna, would you set up a meeting with the managers for tomorrow afternoon, please?”

“I'll send out a memo right away. It's about the offer, isn't it? I have done nothing but think about that since I overheard you yesterday. I didn't even mention it to Eddie although he would never breathe a word to anyone. I know it isn't my decision to make, but if it were, I would vote against it. I can't imagine Camden Corners without The Merryweather in it. I don't care how much money they offer.”

“We are in agreement, Donna, but we can't let sentimental feelings interfere. We will try to base our decision on what is best for the future of the town and its residents.”

Tracy made the call to Hank Towers. “Hi Hank, this is Tracy. Holly is here with me, we had a message you called.”

“Good morning, ladies, I hope your day is going better than mine. I don't understand how it happened but when we attempted to run your twenty copies of Camden Corners' Journals, we ended up with two hundred copies. Your order plainly stated twenty and from what I can tell, twenty is what the operator inputted. Since we have them, I thought I'd send them over. We can't do anything with them here and thought you might like to give them away to your guests. I didn't want you to be surprised when two hundred books were delivered.”

“Hank, we don't want you to eat the cost. Let's see what happens after the first twenty are sold. The guests seem to enjoy purchasing them at the end of their stay. We may be able to sell a few of the two hundred anyway. Just send us an invoice for them and we will take care of the added cost. You have always done a good job for us. At least we won't have to order them for quite some time.”

“Thanks, that is more than generous of you. I'll give you a discount on them. That way neither one of us will be out too much money.”

“I wonder how much call there will be for the books once there is a thirty story building standing here?” Holly said with sadness.

Meanwhile in a New York City High Rise. “Scott Douglas here.”

“Douglas, why aren't you in that hick town finalizing the deal with those women?” It was the unmistakeably gruff voice of Arthur Pierce.

“Mr. Pierce, I'm working on it. They didn't take the bait with my offer. I thought I'd let them mull it over for a couple of days,” Scott tried to keep his voice from rising an octave or two. Arthur Pierce frightened him to death, although he would never admit that to anyone.

“Douglas, get back there and talk them into it. If I have to go there myself, I will. If you value your job, you will be on the next flight out of New York.”

Scott Douglas leaned back in his chair wondering how he ever got into this pickle. He had been a small town kid raised in a small town much like Camden Corners. He was on the high school football team. He dated the head cheerleader. The team won the state championships the two years Scott was their quarterback. He was spotted by a scout and offered a full scholarship to an Ivy league school. His friends tried to discourage him from going to the prestigious school telling him he would never fit in. The truth was, he never did fit in. He studied hard and graduated with honors. He played football, but his team never could compete with the most of the teams the school played. He had given up on his dream of being a professional football player before the end of his freshman year.

He concentrated, instead on any profession that would make him rich. He had friends in school, but they were mostly there on scholarships too. Scott didn't want to be on the outside looking in for the rest of his life.

When he graduated, he applied for a position at Pierce Enterprises and was accepted. He was working his way up the ranks when he met Ashley Banks. She was working for a temporary employment service and had been assigned to his department.

She was waiting for the elevator when he saw her for the first time. She smiled at him as he walked up next to her.

“Hello, Mr. Douglas,” she said.

“Do I know you?” he asked. “I'm sure I would remember you if we met before.”

“No, you don't know me, I'm filling in for Janice while she is on maternity leave. You were in a meeting when I was being introduced around the department. I saw you go into your office a short while ago. I'm Ashley Banks.”

“It's nice to meet you, Ashley. You must be on your lunch break. Do you know the area? There are some good restaurants here.”

“I thought I'd just get a hot dog from the cart. It's such a beautiful day and I love to walk in the park whenever I get the chance.”

“You may not believe this, but that was just what I was going to do.” It wasn't exactly true, but Scott thought he might like to get to know Ashley better.

They walked in the park. Ashley told him she signed on for the temporary job because she had come to visit her cousin for the summer and found living in New York was more expensive than she had planned. She was astonished at how much it cost to do almost anything. She figured if she worked through the week, she would be able to save up enough to see a show on the weekends before it was time for her to go back home.

“How long will you be staying in the city?” asked Scott, hoping he would have enough time to change her mind.

“I'll be here until Janice comes back from maternity leave. The plan is three months from now.”

Scott worked long hours and most weekend mornings. Arthur Pierce expected total devotion of his employees. Rich Landers, Scott's colleague, told him Arthur Pierce had his eye on him. Rich thought Scott had a good chance of climbing to the top of that ladder.

“It's too late for me,” said Rich. “I have a wife and three children. I made the mistake of telling Arthur I couldn't work on the weekends after my oldest was born. He didn't agree with my priorities and let it be known I had progressed as far as I was going to with the company.”

“Why do you stay here? You shouldn't have any trouble finding another job, this is New York, after all.”

“I don't believe there is an employer out there that doesn't know Arthur Pierce. If I so much as inquired about another job, he would hear about it and it would be the ultimate betrayal. With a family to support, I can't take the chance.”

Scott enjoyed being with Ashley. The women he met since he graduated were either competitive business women or wealthy heiresses looking for someone to amuse them. Ashley reminded him of home. She was beautiful, but down to earth. She loved walking through Central Park eating a lunch she had gotten off a cart. Whenever he could break away, Scott joined her. On weekends they would meet at the museum or stroll down Fifth Avenue and window shop. They also saw some Broadway shows.

The three months past by quickly. Janice was due back to work the following week. “I will be leaving on Friday, Scott. I will miss you, but it's time for me to go home.”

“Ashley, don't go. I love you. I don't have much to give you now, but I hope to advance in the company and be able to give you everything money can buy. Will you marry me?”

“I don't want to go, Scott. I love you too and yes, I will marry you. I don't require much, I like to live simply. Having a lot of money isn't important to me.”

Ashley and Scott were married in city hall. Rich Landers and his wife, Shelly, were their witnesses. Ashley moved into Scott's one bedroom apartment in a brownstone. Ashley worked part time at the movie theater around the corner. Scott was promoted not once, but twice. He was finally beginning to see the top rung of that ladder.

“We'll move out of this dump. I have my eye on an apartment in one of the exclusive buildings near the office. It may take six months or so to save enough money for the down payment, but I think we will be able to swing it.”

“Scott, I love our apartment. I know all the neighbors and I enjoy working at the movie theater. I can see any movie I want on the nights you are working late. I don't want to leave here.” Ashley didn't want to tell him she would be lonely without her friends in the building. Scott left for work at seven in the morning and rarely got back home before eight. He worked most weekends, at least in the morning. She knew he was doing it for her but she didn't care about life in a high rise or fancy clothes and jewelry. She wanted her husband home with her. They didn't walk in the park anymore. Scott was always too tired when he got home from work.

Earlier in the week, Mr. Pierce's assistant called Scott.

“Mr. Pierce would like to see you in his office immediately,” said his assistant in a no nonsense voice. Scott wondered if the woman ever laughed.

He was never sure what to expect when he was summoned to the boss' office.

“You may go in, Mr. Douglas,” said the receptionist.

“Douglas,” Mr. Pierce said in his usual gruff manner. “I want you to go to a place called Camden Corners. There is a resort hotel on the lake. It's an old mansion that two young women saved from demolition close to forty years ago. Offer them an amount they can't refuse. I want that property and I want to start building as soon as the deal closes. Arrangements have been made for you to fly to Greensboro first thing in the morning. From there you will rent a car for your trip to Camden Corners.”

“I won't let you down, sir,” said Scott.

“You'd better not.”

Scott got up from his chair. He knew he had been dismissed.

When he got home that evening, he told Ashley he would be leaving town but expected to be returning that same day. Ashley had a sense of foreboding. She brushed it off and poured them each a glass of wine as they sat down to dinner.

Scott thought his trip would be a piece of cake. He would walk in, offer them a small fortune and walk away with a signed contract to buy the property. It didn't work out that way. The owners seemed astonished anyone would be interested in buying their place and weren't receptive to the idea of selling.

They seemed like nice enough ladies, but Scott was all business. Maybe I shouldn't have been so forceful, he thought to himself on the way back to New York. I'll give them a call in a couple of days after they have had a chance to think about the offer. They'll come around, I'm sure. Everyone is out for money and those two sweet ladies won't be an exception.

Scott hung up the phone after Arthur Piece ended the phone call abruptly. Tomorrow was his and Ashley's one year wedding anniversary. Ashley had been planning a special evening for them for weeks. How was he going to tell her he was leaving town and would probably be staying in Camden Corners for a few days.

He called his home. “Ashley, I have some good news and some bad news.”

“Oh, Scott, don't tell me you have to work tomorrow night.”

“Yes and no, I have to go to a place called Camden Corners as soon as I can catch a plane out of here. I thought maybe you could go with me. They have a nice hotel in town. I think you would like it there. They have a large pool and it's on the lake. You would be able to sit by the water and read while I'm busy with my meeting.”

“That sounds like fun. We can always postpone our anniversary celebration until the weekend. I'll hurry and pack a bag for us. I'll call a cab and meet you at the airport.”

“Thanks for being so understanding Ash.”

The couple arrived at the resort. Scott called ahead for a reservation and was happy they had a suite available. While he was checking them in, Ashley strolled to the gift shop. As she was walking by the books, one dropped to her feet.

“I'm sorry,” said the clerk. “I don't know why those books keep falling. There seems to be enough room on the shelf, but they won't stay put.”

“That's alright, my husband will be tied up in business meetings and I left the book I was reading at home. This looks interesting, I'll just buy it and it won't fall off the shelf anymore,” she laughed.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” said Scott. “We are in the Burke suite on the second floor.”

“Scott, I love this place. I can hardly wait to explore it. Do you have to take care of business right away?”

“I have a few minutes, the desk clerk said to be sure we looked through the gallery. Shall we do that before we go to the suite?”

The couple walked through the gallery looking at the photos. “Look, here are Randy and Polly Burke and a little girl. Her name is Faith. Here is their story just below the photo. I'll come back and read that later. This one says Millicent Merryweather Stout Harvey. This place was built by her father. Is it my imagination, Scott or is she scowling at you?”

“You are right. I just got a chill up my spine. Let's go to our room. That picture is getting to me.”

“Mr. Douglas, you are back,” Tracy said as she walked by the gallery. “Is this your business partner?” she asked pleasantly.

“Hello, Mrs. Robinson, this is my wife, Ashley. Ashley, Mrs. Robinson is one of the owners of The Merryweather.”

“Hello Ashley, please call me Tracy. We are so happy to have you visit us. Are you staying at the hotel?” she asked.

“Yes, we are. I didn't realize Scott had been here before,” she said looking quizzically at her husband. “The hotel is so beautiful. I am anxious to see every part of it. I can tell you have put a lot of thought into the decor. The gallery here seems to come alive.”

“Sometimes our minds play tricks on us. We are never sure if they are trying to tell us something or we just imagine they are. I see you have the book of journals. I hope you find it interesting. There is a lot of history on those pages. As you can see, we have the original journals in the glass display shelves here. Through the years, our staff transcribed every one of the journals for the book.”

“Mr. Douglas, are you here for business or pleasure?”

“A little of both, Tracy. I wish you would call me Scott. If you and Holly have some time this afternoon, I would like to meet with you.”

“Whenever you are ready. I can tell you we have not made any decisions yet. If you would like to come to my office after you settle in, I'll tell Donna to expect you.

“Ashley, I do hope you enjoy the book. If you have any questions, most of the staff knows everything there is to know about Camden Corners in the early 1900s.”

After Tracy left, Ashley turned to Scott. “Why didn't you tell me you had been here before? Scott, I don't know what is going on here, but I don't like you being so secretive. Tracy was very polite, but I sensed she wasn't terribly happy to see you.”

“It's business, Ashley. I'm sure it isn't personal. Let's go see what our suite looks like. I'll take care of business and then we can have a nice quiet dinner. There is a restaurant called Hemingway's that looks very nice.”

“I'm not sure I trust Douglas to talk those ladies into giving up their hotel. I think I'd better move things along,” Arthur Pierce said to his assistant. “Get someone from the Associated Press on the line. I have some news for them.”

Donna Hammond was walking through the lobby, she glanced at the television there and the cable news station was announcing Pierce Enterprises is buying out a resort called The Merryweather in the small town of Camden Corners, New York. Donna's mouth flew open. Before she knew it, ten people were standing behind her watching the television.

“What's going on out here?” Holly said as she walked by.

“They are announcing The Merryweather is being sold to Pierce Enterprises.”

The phones started ringing. Cars were pulling up to the front door. People in the coffee shop were leaving their lunches to see what was going on in the lobby.

Scott Douglas walked down the stairs and into the crowd. He couldn't help but notice both Holly and Donna were glaring at him.

“Mr. Douglas, please follow us to Tracy's office, we need to talk.”

Welcome To Camden Hill

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Chapter Forty Five

Welcome to Camden Hills

Renovating the ski lodge was a full time job for the new owners. Katie and Jenna hadn't anticipated how much work would have to be done if they wanted it to resemble the drawings made by Alex Kelly. Alex donated his time and persuaded his crew to give up part of their weekends to help with the renovation. Most of them were local men and were as anxious as the rest of the town to have a new and improved place for winter sports.

The expanded runs for skiing and snowboarding were certain to be popular. The plans called for sledding hills for all ages and skill levels. An ice rink with fire pits and benches. Walkways into the woods where lovers could rest in cozy shelters along the way.

Although Eddie Hammond worked all week at The Merryweather as a handyman, he couldn't wait to drive up the mountain with Donna Grant to put in several more hours each weekend. He and Donna were becoming quite an item. They spent most evenings together as well as the weekend days in the mountains. It was obvious to everyone that the two seniors were well suited to each other and were a perfect match. Donna was afraid to make a commitment until she was sure Eddie had put his life with Emmaline in the past. She didn't expect him to forget about his wife of many years, she just needed assurance that he was ready to move on.

Eddie understood it was difficult for Donna to trust him. Her heart had been broken years ago by her beau who eloped with her best friend. That betrayal made a lasting impact on her. Eddie was willing to wait for awhile, but he had plans to ask Donna to marry him before the first snowfall of the season. He hoped she would say yes. Their cats, Mr. Penelope and Audrey Hepburn, had become the best of friends. Eddie didn't think Donna would have the heart to turn him down causing her beloved cat to be separated from his true love.

Katie and Max had become inseparable too. Katie and Jenna were sharing expenses in an apartment above the music store. There was barely enough room for the two friends, let alone Max, who was a frequent visitor. Jenna thought three was a crowd and moved back to her parent's home until the renovations on the lodge were completed. Tracy and Jack were happy to have their daughter back home even though they seldom saw her.

“I do like Max,” said Holly one afternoon. “I hope he and Katie are planning a wedding soon. I know I'm being old fashioned, but I would prefer she was married to the man she is living with.”

“Yes, Holly, you are being old fashioned,” said Tracy. “I don't blame you though. The longer our children wait to get married, the longer we have to wait for grandchildren. At least Katie is on the right track. I don't think marriage is in the foreseeable future, if ever, for Jenna.”

“It seems to me, she and Danny make a nice couple. Are you sure there isn't anything going on between them?”

“How I wish,” sighed Tracy. “Jenna insists they are just friends. She even introduced him to Libby Holmes. Libby is determined to find herself a husband before her twenty fifth birthday. Jenna didn't have any qualms when I told her that and proceeded to set the two of them up. I saw them in the dining room just the other evening. Libby wasn't hiding her feelings from him. She wasn't hiding much of anything else from him either. I had to stop myself from grabbing a dinner napkin and covering her up a bit.”

“Nobody ever accused Libby of being modest,” laughed Holly.

Danny and Max were putting the finishing touches on one of the cabins when Max asked, “how was your date with Libby Holmes the other night? She was asking Katie where you were yesterday.”

“I was hiding from her,” Danny replied. “I'm going to have to talk to Jenna about putting me on the spot like she did. I had no intention of taking that girl to dinner, but Jenna put words in my mouth. Libby is just a little too obvious for my taste.”

“You never minded obvious girls before you met Jenna. Are you sure she isn't the reason you aren't interested in Libby, or any other girl for that matter?”

“A lot of good it does me. Jenna has no feelings for me except as her buddy. I thought that would be enough for me, but now I know it isn't. I'm going back to New York as soon as the project is over. I did a stupid thing and fell for the girl,” said Danny.

“I thought maybe that was the case. Does Jenna know how you feel about her?” asked Max.

“Not on your life, and don't say anything to Katie either. I committed to this project and I will see it through to the end but, after that, I'll be on my way. I can't sit around like a sap waiting for her to fall for me. It's obvious she never will.”

Max pitied Danny but didn't further the conversation. Max was lucky, it didn't take him long to fall in love with Katie and was happy when he learned she felt the same way. They'd talked about marriage. Maybe after the lodge was up and running. Max knew Holly wasn't comfortable with her daughter's living arrangements. He didn't think his folks were happy about it either. Their generation believed in cohabitation only after a wedding ceremony. He could understand their feelings, but he liked his lifestyle just the way it was.

Jenna was working inside the lodge when she heard someone call her name. “Hi, Libby,” she said. “What have you there?”

“If Danny Stevens won't return my calls, I'm just going to have to track him down. I've brought a picnic lunch for the two of us. Where can I find him, Jenna?”

“I think he's working on the cabins,” she told the girl who was wearing a revealing tank top and the shortest shorts Jenna had ever seen.

Jenna watched as Libby walked to the cabins. She wondered why she was feeling that twinge of jealousy again. Danny wanted only friendship from her, she had accepted that. She knew he had been working almost non stop. He needed to relax. Libby would be good for his ego, but not so good for hers.

If Libby hadn't been on the prowl for Danny, Jenna may have thought it was funny that all the men stopped in the middle of what they were doing to ogle Libby as she walked by.

“Danny,” she called in a high pitched voice. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Danny's heart sank. “It can't be,” he said.

“I'm afraid it is, Buddy. You are stuck, there's no place to hide.”

“Hi Libby, what brings you up here?” Danny was trying not to grit his teeth.

“I thought you would like to have a picnic, silly. Let's go into the woods back there. You will protect me from the bears, won't you?” she laughed.

“It's nice of you, Libby, but I'm not hungry. I have a lot of work to do.”

He turned to Howie Lindstrom, one of the younger fellows who was staring at Libby. “Howie, are you hungry?Libby has a nice picnic lunch here. Wouldn't you like to share it with her?”

Howie's face turned a bright red. Libby looked up and decided she liked what she saw. “Danny, you had your chance.” She turned and walked toward Howie. “Aren't you the cutest thing I've ever seen. Are you hungry, Howie?”

“Yes ma'am. I'm very hungry.” He glanced in Danny's direction.

“Go ahead, Howie, take a break,” said Danny.

Howie didn't wait to be asked twice, he and Libby were on their way into the woods. “I should have warned him there is poison ivy in there,” said Danny.

“What happened to Libby?” Jenna asked innocently. She had seen Howie carrying the picnic basket Libby brought with her.

“Don't laugh, Jenna, and don't ever hook me up again,” Danny said with more anger than he meant to show.

“I'm sorry, Danny. Libby was always a shy young girl, she has changed since I left town.”

“Jenna, just leave me alone. I don't interfere in your love life and I don't want you interfering in mine.”

Max gave Jenna a sympathetic look. The girl had no idea that Danny was crazy about her. She must be blind, he thought. Everyone else can see it.

The summer and work on the ski resort were progressing with only a few delays. Howie Lindstrom had been in contact with poison ivy on his numerous escapades in the woods with Libby Holmes. His reaction had become so severe, he was unable to work for over a week. Libby was more than happy to nurse him back to health.

“The poor kid,” said Max, “I probably should have warned him to look out for that poison ivy. I guess we will have to get rid of those plants. You know the teenagers will find their way into the woods in the springtime. You may want to mention it to Jenna.”

“Nice try, Max. You know I don't speak to Jenna any more than I have to. She hasn't even noticed I am avoiding her. I'm thinking of moving out of the cabin at her mother's hotel. I can get a room in Greensboro. It will a longer drive from there, but it's better than running into her all the time.”

“Danny, why don't you just tell the girl how you feel about her?” asked Max.

“Another six weeks and we should be able to wrap up this project. I'm not going to kid myself. Jenna doesn't care about me. I will forget about her when I move back to New York.”

“I can't believe Danny is still upset with me,” said Jenna. “It's been weeks since I set him up with Libby. She has moved on with Howie Lindstrom and doesn't pay any attention to Danny anymore. You don't suppose he is upset because Libby stopped throwing her self at him? Maybe he did like her after all.”

“Jenna, I don't think Libby is the problem. You can't see it, can you?” said her best friend, Katie.

“See what?”

“Jenna! Danny Stevens is crazy about you. I'm not suppose to tell you this, but he is planning to move back to the city when this project is done. He told Max he can't be around you anymore.”

“Why would he move back to New York? He said he loves it here. Danny is not crazy about me. We are just friends. We used to be very good friends, but he does his best to stay out of my way these days. I know he was miffed when I set him up with Libby, but he's the one who blew the relationship by playing hard to get. Libby is not a patient woman.”

“Jenna, for an otherwise intelligent person, you sure are dumb when it comes to love.” Katie walked away shaking her head.

“Max, the girl is going to drive me crazy,” said Katie when they were alone. “She can't see her problem with Danny is that he is in love with her. I think she loves him too, she just won't open up her heart to the relationship.”

“Danny is determined not to pine away for her,” replied Max. “If he goes back to New York, I think he will end up marrying the first girl to come along.” I dislike interfering, but if we don't, they will never get together.”

“I have an idea,” said Katie. “Remember last week when the elevator was acting up?”

“Sure, I was the one who was stuck in there for thirty minutes. I remember very well. They did work out the bugs though,” said Max.

“Is there a way to safely stop the elevator from the outside so the people inside are forced to talk to each other?” said Katie with a smile on her face.

“Woman, has anyone told you what a conniver you are? We just have to figure out a way to get them in the elevator at the same time.”

“I'll make sure she is on there if you can think of a reason to get him to use the elevator instead of the stairs. Let's synchronize our watches. At exactly 12:32 pm, the elevator will stop between floors. Can you make it between the third and fourth floor? The view is so lovely from that vantage point.”

Katie and Max both stood in the shadows on the first floor looking up at the glass enclosed elevator. They were equipped with walkie talkies with their watches set exactly the same.

“Jenna is on the second floor walking toward the elevator now,” said Katie

Max called Danny on his pager. “Danny, I'm having some trouble with this elevator call button on the fourth floor, will you meet me up here right away. Don't take the stairs, I want to make sure the other buttons are working correctly.”

“I'm on my way,” replied Danny.

He pushed the button on the first floor just seconds before Jenna pushed the button on the second floor. The elevator opened and he got on.

“No problem so far, Max. Looks like we are stopping on the second floor, guess that one is in working order too.”

The doors opened and there stood Jenna. She was tempted to turn around and walk away but thought better of it. After all, Danny was not the enemy.

“Hello, Danny.”

“Hello.”

Jenna pushed the button to the third floor wishing she had taken the service elevator instead, but had wanted to look at the view from the glass enclosure.

The elevator passed by the third floor and came abruptly to a stop in the middle of the third and fourth floors.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I don't know,” said Danny as he pushed the emergency button. He called into his phone. “Max, the elevator stopped. Get us some help, buddy.”

“I'll get right on it. Why don't you and Jenna sit back and relax.”

“Max, this isn't funny. Get us out of here.”

“All in good time, buddy. All in good time.”

Danny was fit to be tied. “I'm going to kill that guy,”

“Is it really that horrible being stuck on an elevator with me? We used to be good friends, Danny. What happened to us?”

“There is no us, Jenna. There never has been and there never will be.”

“What are you saying? Are you trying to tell me I'm falling in love with you and you want no part of it?” She put her hand over her mouth. “I don't know where that came from.”

“Would that be so bad? Falling in love with me, I mean,” said Danny.

“I don't know, I never thought of it. At least I don't think I ever thought of it. Is that why you have been ignoring me and why you are moving back to New York?”

“Jenna! How blind can you be? I'm in love with you. I have been since before we came to Camden Corners. I didn't want to admit it before and it's obvious you don't feel the same way I do.”

“I'm not so sure about that. Maybe I have been blind. I have had one thing on my mind for months now and it has been this place. In my imagination, you were always a part of it. When I heard you would be leaving, I felt my dreams shattering. Danny, I don't want you to go. I didn't know you felt anything more than friendship for me. You never kissed me or even tried to kiss me. Last Christmas, you avoided the mistletoe I purposely hung in the middle of the room. I saw you looking at it, but you never took the hint.”

“That was mistletoe? I wondered why you had some weeds with a ribbon tied around them hanging from the ceiling. The only mistletoe I've ever seen is plastic and it sure didn't look like that stuff.”

“You didn't know it was mistletoe?” she said feeling giddy all of a sudden.

“Heck, no. If I'd known, I would have made sure you were under it.”

“What would you have done then?”

“I'd have done this.” He took her in his arms and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

They heard clapping, whistling and shouting. They looked down onto the pavement on the ground level. The crew was watching them and applauding.

“Danny, I thought you only wanted friendship from me. If that is all I could have, I was willing to settle for it. I do love you.”

“I love you too. We have wasted so much time. I don't mind an audience, if you don't,” he said as he kissed her again.

Jenna and Danny were married before the week was out. She didn't want a big wedding if it meant she and Danny would have to wait. Danny was in agreement.

“Being friends is a nice way to start a marriage, don't you think, Donna?” said Eddie. He had decided he didn't want to wait any longer. “I had planned to ask you this when we watched the first snow fall together but I think it is time. He held out a diamond ring and said the words Donna had been waiting to hear. “Will you marry me?”

“I thought you'd never ask,” answered Donna.

Donna and Eddie were married three weeks later. Just one week before Katie and Max said 'I do'.

Camden Hill Ski Lodge

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Chapter Forty Four

Camden Hill Ski Lodge

Donna Grant pressed the intercom. “Tracy, your big city daughter is on line three.”

“Thanks, Donna,” Tracy said with just a hint of apprehension. Jenna Crowley and her best friend, Katie Burke were the adventurous ones in the family. After graduation from the university in Camden Corners, they packed Jenna's car and took off for New York City. They lived in a two bedroom flat in an area that made both Tracy and Katie nervous just thinking about it. They worked together in one of the most expensive hotels in Manhattan. One suite for the night cost almost as much as renting the entire second floor of The Merryweather.

“Jenna, is everything alright with you and Katie?” she asked.

“Of course, it is Mom. We have some news.” Jenna said. “Is Holly around? She will want to hear this too.”

“She just walked in the door. May I put you on speaker?”

“Please do. Hi, Holly,” said Jenna.

“Hi, Mom, hi, Tracy,” added Katie.

“Hello, girls, what's your news? Don't keep us in suspense any longer.”

“Okay, we are coming back to Camden Corners at the end of the week.”

“How nice, it will be so good to see you. How long will you be able to stay?”

“You don't get it, we are coming back to stay. Wait until you hear our plan.”

Tracy and Holly gave each other thumbs up. They had hoped the girls would return home one day. Now it looked like their wishes were coming true. “What is your plan, dear?”

“We are buying the Camden Hill Ski Lodge. Wait until you see the plans we have for renovating it. You know, nothing has been done with it in the last fifty years. It needs a complete overhaul.”

“Oh my,” said Tracy. “That is quite an undertaking. Won't it be expensive?”

“Mom, we thought, of all people, you and Holly would understand why we want to do this. Don't you remember two young girls who decided to renovate an old broken down mansion? Everyone in town tried to discourage them from making their dream a reality, but they couldn't be stopped.”

“You are right, Jenna, I didn't mean to sound negative. You have taken us by surprise. I wouldn't even complain if you wanted to turn old Jed Finnegan's place into a gambling hall, just as long as it brings you two back to Camden corners.”

“We will see you on Friday,” said Jenna.

“Oh, by the way,” added Katie. “Would you be able to put up a couple of fellows in one of the cabins at the family rate? You remember Danny Stevens, don't you, Mom? You met him when you and Dad visited in the spring? Max Hollister is a friend of ours too. They are going to be helping with the project.”

“I'm sure we can accommodate them,” said Holly as she looked at Tracy and rolled her eyes. “Can't wait to see you on Friday.”

After the call was ended, Tracy and Holly both shook their heads. “Did our parents think we were in over our heads too?” said Tracy.

“We were in over our heads. Renovating the ski lodge does sound like a good idea. I wonder about Danny and his friend. Danny seems like a nice enough fellow. Katie says they are just friends, she never says too much about her social life. I'm surprised both girls are giving up the thrill of living in New York. I didn't think they would ever come back to their sleepy home town.”

“I guess we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, our girls will be back home. Do you think we should call Alex Kelly? I wouldn't mind getting his opinion on this project,” said Tracy.

“That's a good idea, but, maybe we should just make the suggestion that they call him. If they are anything like us, they will want to do this entirely on their own without our interference.”

Donna Grant stood at the doorway. “The fellows are all set up in Cabin Fourteen. I've booked them for the whole month. We can always change their departure date. Would you ladies like more coffee? I'm going to have the coffee shop fill up the pot.”

“We'd love some, Donna,” said Holly as they watched her walk down the hallway.

“That woman is the best eavesdropper in town,” laughed Tracy. “I'm afraid this place could run without us as long as Donna is around. Have you noticed she has a lighter step lately? She seems especially cheerful too. You don't suppose there is a man in her life after all these years?”

“That's funny, now that you mention it, Eddie Hammond, the new handyman, has been hanging around her office quite a bit lately. Wouldn't it be nice if Donna had a beau?”

Just at that moment, Eddie appeared in Donna's office. “Hi Eddie, if you are looking for Donna, she should be back shortly. She's gone to the coffee shop,” said Holly.

“I was just checking to make sure her desk drawer was working alright. It was sticking yesterday, I'll get back to work, ma'am.”

“Wait Eddie, come in and sit down for a minute,” called Tracy.

“I might get dirt on your chairs, ma'am. I have been cleaning out the vent behind the front desk.”

“You're fine, Eddie. Please call us Tracy and Holly. How do you like the job so far? Do you have the proper tools? Have you had any problems? We haven't had a chance to talk since you started a couple of weeks ago.”

“The job is working out very well, ma'am..er Tracy. I'm glad to have something to do at my age.”

“Have you always been in this line of work?”

“Oh no, I was in the banking business in Greensboro for many years. I retired five years ago. My wife, Emmaline passed on a year ago this July. After I retired, we traveled all over the United States. Emmaline's favorite was Hollywood, California. It had been her dream to see where movies were made. Shortly after we came back home, Emmaline began feeling poorly. After I lost her, retirement wasn't fun anymore. Everyplace I went in Greensboro reminded me of Emmaline. I sold our house and all of our furnishings and took the few belongings I had left and moved to Camden Corners. I found I was still restless and I didn't know anyone in town. When I saw your ad in the paper for a handyman, I took a chance and answered it. I was surprised to be hired without any real experience, but I'm grateful. I love this old mansion and I'm sure Emmaline would love it too.

“I'm sorry, ladies. I am just rambling on. I'll get back to work.”

“No, Eddie, we like to get to know the people who work here. You are part of our family now, isn't that right, Donna?” Tracy said as Donna walked through the door.

“I'd like to think so. I feel like family here. These people are almost as close to me as Mr. Penelope,” Donna said with a slight blush.

“Mr. Penelope?” Eddie asked with a surprised look on his face.

“Mr. Penelope is my cat, Eddie. I have his picture on my desk. Other than the folks who work at the resort, he is my only family.”

“Emmaline loved cats too. Audrey refused to leave her side when she was dying. She was named after Audrey Hepburn. Emmaline always named her cats after movie stars. That old cat is still with me, she sits on my lap and we watch the nightly news together.” Eddie laughed. “She's a well informed feline.”

Eddie talked until his pager buzzed. “A two year old has locked himself in the bathroom, I'd better be on my way. It was very nice talking with all of you. Thank you for making me feel so welcome here.” The smile he gave to Donna as he left didn't go unnoticed by Tracy and Holly.

“I'd better get back to work myself,” said Donna.

“Not before we find out what is going on between you and Eddie,” said Holly. “We have never known you to show any interest in a man before. Come clean, friend. We want to hear the whole story.”

“I don't think anything is going on. You heard him talk about his dead wife. She is very much in his thoughts. He speaks of her often. I don't think I stand a chance with the ghost of Emmaline always between us.”

“He seemed awfully interested in you,” said Tracy. “It sounds as though he and Emmaline were married for many years. Maybe he is feeling guilty because he is attracted to you.”

“How could a man like Edward Hammond be interested in an old spinster like me?”

“Maybe he is interested because you are an interesting person. You may not be a youngster, but you certainly are not ready for the old folks home yet,” said Holly.

“Do you really think he could be interested? I'm not very experienced with men. I was in love a very long time ago. His name was Clement Bridges. He was the most handsome man I had ever met. I thought he cared for me as much as I cared for him, but I was wrong. He declared his love for me one day and ran off with my best friend the next. My heart was broken and I vowed I would never love another.”

Donna looked so sad, Tracy put her arm around her shoulder. “Donna, we all have had a broken heart at one time or another. I think I was dumped at least three times in high school alone. You can't give up on love for all your life because of one bad apple. I can see the twinkle in Eddie's eye when he looks at you. Don't you think it's time to take a chance again?”

“Maybe you are right. Eddie may have been Emmaline's for a very long time, but he is alive and so am I. I think it's high time I showed him just how alive I am. I believe I will offer to make dinner for him this evening. I'll ask him to bring Audrey Hepburn along, I think Mr. Penelope will enjoy meeting a movie star,” she laughed.

Friday couldn't come quickly enough for Tracy and Holly and their families. They all met at The Merryweather to greet the girls as they pulled into the parking lot, followed by Danny and Max in Danny's car. There was so much hugging and crying when they arrived, even the paying guests smiled as the reunion was taking place.

“Daddy, do you think we are crazy?” asked Jenna when she had a moment with Jack.

“I was surprised when your mom told me what you and Katie planned, but it isn't as crazy an idea as turning an old mansion into a hotel. Look how that worked out? Camden Corners could use an updated ski resort. I think it's a great idea.

“Do either Danny or Max have any experience remodeling?”

“They both worked for builders while they were going to school. Danny's old boss told him to look up Alex Kelly, seems he is a friend of his and said Alex would be a big help to us. I called him before we signed anything and he came up to look the place over. We swore him to secrecy, I didn't want to get Mom's hopes up that we would come back to town if we decided against it.”

“Good, I'm glad you checked with Alex. You really are your mother's daughter. From what Steve tells me, there was no stopping your mom and Holly when they started their own project. Now, tell your old man all about Danny. He seems like a nice fellow. Should I be pulling my tux out of mothballs? It's been awhile since I was father of the bride.”

“No, Dad, Danny and I are just friends. The guys wanted a change of scenery and the more we talked about the ski resort, the more interested in the project they became. Danny will be on his way when we are up and running. I'm not too sure about Max, I think there may be more than friendship between Katie and him. They just don't know it yet.”

After lunch in The Merryweather coffee shop, they piled into Jenna's car and drove to the ski lodge.

“This is better than I expected,” said Danny. “I had no idea there was this much land up here, there's enough for an entire village.”

“We only own the lodge and ski runs. Wouldn't it be something if all this land were developed? Alex and his wife, Belinda are on their way. She can help us with the interior design although Katie and I have some ideas of our own.”

“Jenna, I like what I see of Camden Corners. I can understand what drew you back to this area.”

“I hope you don't die of boredom after living in New York City.”

“I don't think I will, I grew up in a small town. I couldn't wait to move away, but looking back it was a nice place to live. Camden Corners reminds me of my hometown.”

“There are Alex and Belinda now. Where are Max and Katie?”

“They are exploring the grounds and probably each other. I think Max is falling for her.”

“I wondered if there was something between them. She talks about him all the time.” Jenna felt a twinge of jealousy and couldn't understand why. She wasn't interested in a relationship. It didn't fit in with her plans. Still, it would be nice to have someone to care about.

Alex showed them the plans he had drawn. The lodge would be expanded and two additional floors added with large guest rooms. Rows of cabins on either side of the lodge with an expanded ski lift. Covered walkways from the cabin area to the lodge. In the warmer months benches and flower pots would be placed along the walkways. An additional restaurant on the second floor with outside eating on the patio. Fireplaces inside and out. Hot tubs outside and a heated pool on the lower level.

“Alex, this is wonderful. Are you sure we can afford to do this?” asked Katie.

“I've estimated the cost for materials and labor.” He gave them a list. “I purposely overestimated just in case we run into some problems. I don't anticipate any, but it's better to be prepared. The labor will be less depending on how much the four of you want to do yourselves. I would be happy to lend a hand if you need me. I have a crew that does excellent work at a reasonable cost.

“You did get a bargain on this property. Eventually, you may want to consider even more additions. If this resort takes off like I think it will, you may be able to interest others in buying the land and building on it.

“Belinda and I will take a walk around the property while you discuss the plans. I'll be able to answer any questions you may have. If you want changes or decide to go another route, that will be fine.”

“I don't think we need to discuss it, I think we are all in agreement,” said Jenna.

“You and Katie are the ones who need to decide. Danny and I don't have anything invested,” said Max.

“You will be investing your time and hard work. We do want your opinion, right Katie?”

“Yes, what do you say?”

“I say let's get started,” said Danny.

The town council called an emergency meeting and approved the plans for the resort. It helped that Katie's father, Steve Burke, was chairman of the committee. Everyone was in agreement improvements would be welcome and draw visitors to Camden Corners to spend money.

Ground was broken on the first day of April. “I hope the date isn't a bad omen,” said Jenna as the four entrepreneurs each scooped up a shovel of dirt and posed for the picture that would appear in the following morning's Camden Corners Chronicle.

A Goodhearted Fellow

2013-01-07T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter 43

Goodhearted Fellow

Brad was not surprised to hear his old friend Woody Malone tell him he was dying. Woody didn't speak of it often, but Brad knew his heart had been damaged when he was a youngster after contracting rheumatic fever.

“How much time do they give you, Woody?” Brad asked solemnly.

“I don't know how much time I have left. I can feel myself getting weaker all the time.”

“What do the doctors say? Have you gotten a second opinion?”

“What are you talking about? I didn't think it was necessary to go to a doctor. I'm surprised I lasted this long.”

“What in the world are you saying? You haven't been to a doctor, you are just predicting your own death. Are you crazy man?”

“Look, Brad. I accepted my fate years ago when Dr. Pike told my mother I would be lucky if I made it to my teens. He said my heart was damaged beyond repair. I never bothered to see a doctor after that. If there was nothing to be done for me, why bother?”

“Woody, you have to know what progress has been made in recent years. Surely you've heard of heart procedures and transplants. Do you have a death wish?”

“No, of course not. I guess I just figured I was a goner. Do you suppose there is a chance they could do something about my heart?”

“I think it's worth checking into.”

He went to the door and called Samantha. The children were back to watching their movie and eating popcorn.

Samantha wasn't totally surprise that Woody had not seen a doctor in years or that he believed what he'd heard when he was young. She had heard of similar cases where a child heard a dire prognosis and accepted their fate without question.

“I'm going to call Dad right away. He will be able to evaluate your problem and refer you to the best doctor,” said Samantha.

“I don't want you to disturb your father, Samantha. I'm sure he's a busy man.”

Samantha smiled at him and picked up the phone. “Hi Dad, any chance you could see a friend of Brad's first thing in the morning?” Samantha filled Joe in on Woody's history.

“Sounds like he could use a medical opinion. Have him come by the office around 9:30, I should be finished with rounds by then.”

“You are all set for tomorrow morning. My dad will check you out and set you up with the heart clinic. They perform miracles every day and I have a feeling they will help you, Woody.”

“How can I thank you Samantha? First I dump my kid on you and now you are giving me hope that I will be around to watch her grow up. Brad, I'd say you have a pretty special wife here.”

“You don't have to tell me, old pal. Other than your health, how has your life been these last few years? It seems time has a way of slipping away.”

“It's been great. Mallory disappeared after the baby was born,” Woody said as he glanced toward Samantha. “That's Maggie's mother. We lived together when she was carrying Maggie, but that was only so I could keep an eye on her and make sure she wasn't harming the baby in any way. I paid her to stay well and she earned an extra bonus for a healthy baby. I know some day I will have to be honest with Maggie about the kind of woman her mother was. I thought maybe I would be able to avoid telling her the truth by dying, but you two changed that,” he laughed.

“She certainly loves her daddy. I'm sure you have been a good father to her, Woody,” said Samantha.

“Where are you staying while you are in town? We have plenty of room here. Last night I thought it was better for Maggie to sleep in the guest room, but she and Daisy are getting along so well, I'm sure the girls will be fine sleeping in the same room. You may use the guest bedroom.”

“I've imposed on you enough. I noticed a motel just outside of town. Maggie and I will stay there tonight and I'll keep my appointment with your father tomorrow.”

“I won't hear of it. You are staying here with us. How about some dinner? We have leftovers or I can fix you a sandwich if you would prefer.”

“I have to admit, I'm a little hungry. I haven't been able to eat since I dropped Maggie off here yesterday.”

“Let me help you, Samantha,” said Brad. “I wouldn't mind a little snack myself.”

The movie was almost over when Maggie turned to look toward the den. She could see that the light was no longer shining through the crack under the door. “Daddy!” she shouted. “Daddy, where are you?”

Woody came running out of the kitchen. “I'm here baby,” he put his arms around her.

“I thought you went away again,” she walked back to the living room and watched the end of the movie with the others.

“What have I done to my daughter? She is scared to death I will leave her. I hope the doctors can fix me up.”

Samantha and Brad both went to Joe's office with Woody. They were afraid he may change his mind if they let him go alone. Samantha guessed correctly that he had developed a fear of doctors since his last encounter with a doctor was when he heard one tell his mother he was going to die soon.

Brad recalled that Woody was always one to take chances. “He seemed to be tempting fate. For a time when we were roommates, he brought home a different girl almost every night. I believe that all changed when Mallory announced she was expecting his child. He mentioned last night that he hadn't been with a woman since Maggie was born. It sounds like he has devoted his life to her. That's why it still doesn't make sense that he wouldn't see a doctor. I don't have a heart condition but I do know the strides that have been made in that area.”

“His mind may have shut off any information that could help him because he was convinced it wouldn't change the outcome. That doctor did a number on him but the poor man probably believed what he told Woody's mother,” said Samantha.

“Woody, I'm going to send you to Dr. Raymond at the heart clinic on the first floor. He has time for you now. He's a good man. He'll be running a battery of tests, I'm sure. He will be honest with you about your condition,” said Dr. Joe.

“Samantha, your dad is a nice guy but I didn't realize what a fear of doctors I have. Now I'm going to another. I don't suppose you will let me escape from here?”

“Not on your life. Dr. Raymond is very nice. I've known him since I was a kid. I know you are afraid Brad, but just think of walking Maggie down the aisle one day. That should spur you on to get to the bottom of your heart trouble.”

“Brad, you married a very persuasive woman.”

Dr. Raymond arranged for several tests for Woody. When the results were available, he told Woody his findings. He recommended surgery to replace his heart valves that had been damaged from the rheumatic fever. He told him it would be necessary for him to take medication for the rest of his life, but his prognosis was good.

“You mean I'm not going to die, Doc?”

“There are no guarantees, Woody, but I believe with surgery and medication, you will be with us for many years to come.”

He explained the surgery in detail but Woody couldn't concentrate. He couldn't wait to get back to Maggie and give her a hug.

“Whatever I have to do, Doc. I'll do it.”

The surgery was scheduled for the following morning. Samantha was happy they were able to take care if it so quickly. She was afraid if Woody thought about it, he may change his mind.

The surgery was successful, but Woody didn't feel any better. He woke up in the recovery room and wondered if he would ever feel good again. Something was in his throat and he couldn't speak. He heard a pleasant voice calling his name. He tried to tell her to take that thing out of his mouth. He couldn't see her but heard her say it had to stay in a while longer but he would feel so much better once he was able to breath without it. He wanted to reach up and yank it out himself but he couldn't move his arms. He felt himself drifting off again and then blessed sleep came once more.

Maggie was aware her father was having a very serious operation. Samantha knew she was trying to be brave.

“She won't be able to see her daddy until he is out of intensive care,” she said to Jillian Slater. Jillian was a good friend of Samantha's. They had gone through nursing school together. She would be one of the nurses taking care of Woody when he was assigned a room in the cardiac unit.

Samantha was hopeful her friend and Woody would hit it off. “Don't you think they would make a wonderful couple?” she asked Brad.

“Is Jillian interested in a relationship? Last I heard she had sworn off men after she found out the pharmaceutical salesman was married.”

“That was six months ago. She had her doubts about him right from the beginning. Woody is lonely, he just doesn't realize how lonely he is. Yes, I think they will make a wonderful couple.” Samantha smiled.

The critical days passed and Woody was moved out of intensive care. After getting him settled, Jillian told him he had a visitor. Maggie poked her head around the corner not sure what she would see.

“Hi Daddy,” she called out and ran to his side. “Jillian said I have to be careful because you have a bad sore on your chest.”

“I'm not too sore to get a hug from my best girl,” he said.

She stood by his side holding his hand. She wasn't sure what to make of all the tubes going into his body. Jillian explained everything to her in a way a little girl could understand. Maggie left with a smile on her face. Woody could hear her say to the nurses at the desk that her daddy was going to be alright because Jillian was helping him.

“You seem to have captured my daughter's heart,” Woody said.

“She is a very special little girl. She has been very worried about you. Samantha has been working hard to convince her you were going to be alright. It's difficult for a child to understand that their parent is safe when they can't see them. I can see the relief on her face.”

“How much longer until they spring me from this joint?” he said.

“Only a few days. Samantha said you were going to be staying with her while you recuperate. Dr. Roberts has asked me to look in on you when that time comes. Would you mind having me hang around to keep an eye on you?”

Woody looked into Jillian's eyes, he was beginning to realize what a pretty girl his nurse was. He must have been sicker than he thought if he was just beginning to notice her.

Dr. Roberts walked into the room. Woody could feel the perspiration forming on his forehead. Dr. Roberts noticed it too. “Still don't like doctors, huh Woody?”

“Sorry, Doc. I know you saved my life and I'm grateful to you for that.”

“Maybe it's the stethoscope, I'll set it over here out of sight.” The doctor placed his stethoscope on the table by the entry where Woody couldn't see it. “There, is that better?”

“Yes, that's amazing. I guess it isn't you, maybe it's just seeing the stethoscope. I wonder why I don't have that reaction when Jillian puts that thing on my chest.”

“Maybe you are distracted by her. After all, you are still a man.”

Jillian could feel her face heating up.

“I think, in time, you may get over your fear of doctors. You are going to be seeing them at least once a year from now on. Woody, you are doing nicely. You will have to take it easy for awhile. I'd rather you weren't alone during the day when you are discharged to Samantha and Brad's home. If you have no objection, I would like Jillian to provide home care for you.”

“I can't imagine why I would object. Just as long as she doesn't make me use a bed pan, we will get along just fine.”

“I'll agree to that,” Jillian laughed.

Each day Woody felt better. He liked all the nurses, but he found himself looking forward to morning when Jillian would begin her shift. He made sure he was up and out of bed, showered and shaved before 7:00 each morning.

Jillian and Maggie had become good pals. They both walked down the hall with Woody when it was time for him to exercise. Maggie had questions about everything she saw in the hospital room. Jillian took the time to carefully explain everything to her. Woody's doctor ordered some follow up testing. Maggie was waiting for him to return and sat on his bed pretending she was the patient.

“Jillian?” she said quietly. “May I ask you a question?”

“Of course you may, Maggie, you may ask me anything.”

She picked up her father's chart and said, “Does it say in here where my Mama is?”

It was the last thing Jillian expected to hear coming from the little girl. Samantha told her about Mallory and her plan for an abortion until Woody stopped her. She wondered what Woody had told her about her mother and if she had any business discussing it with the child.

“Maggie, I want to answer your question, but I don't know how. Would it be alright with you if I talk with your daddy first?”

“I don't think he knows where she is. I asked him one time and he said he didn't know where she went. I thought he was mad at me for asking so I didn't ask him again. Everybody has a mother except me. I think she didn't love me.”

“If she knew you, Maggie, she would love you.” Jillian hoped she hadn't said too much, but the heartbreak on Maggie's face was more than Jillian could bear.

Woody was wheeled back into the room. “Hello you two. Did you miss me? I missed you. Both of you,” he said.

Brad came by to pick up Maggie. She hugged her father and Jillian goodbye. Woody noticed his daughter and his nurse seemed to have formed a bond.

“Woody, are you up for a serious discussion?” Jillian said after Brad and Maggie left.

“Are you going to ask me to marry you? If so, my answer is yes.”

“This is serious Woody. Maggie asked me about her mother. She seemed to think there was information about her in your chart. I know this isn't my business, but Maggie has made it my business. I do know Maggie's mother has not been a part of her life. Woody, she is eight years old, she wants to know why she doesn't have a mother like the other children. I won't lie to her, but I don't feel it's my place to tell her the whole story.”

“I knew this day would come. She asked me about her mother one time and I evaded her question. I know it was wrong to do that, but I hoped having a father that loves her would be enough.”

“It's good that she has you. You haven't asked my opinion, but I think being honest with a child is the best thing for them.”

“How can I tell Maggie her mother wanted to abort her? That I had to pay the woman to bring a healthy child into the world. That she never wanted to see Maggie or hold her. How can I tell my daughter that?”

“The details aren't important. You explain that her mother never saw her, that she never held her that she didn't know her because if she had, she wouldn't have left her. You tell her her mother wasn't able to care for her and wanted the best for her so she gave her to you. You are her father and you love her more than anything or anyone in the world and you always will. Someday when she is a grown woman and asks questions, you can fill in the details. With your love and support through the years, I'm betting she will be able to accept what you tell her.”

“How did I ever get so lucky to have you come into my life? It sounds so simple when you say it. Would you be willing to be here when I tell Maggie about her mother?”

“Of course, now how about a stroll around the floor before your dinner arrives?”

The next afternoon, when Maggie came for a visit, Woody told her exactly what Jillian suggested.

“Maggie was thoughtful for a moment and said, “I'm glad you aren't mad at me for asking about my mama. Jillian told me she would love me if she knew me. I think I would love her too. I wish Jillian could be my mama. Can she Daddy? I really like her and she can take care of you.”

“Jillian lives in Camden Corners and we live in Boston, Maggie. That's awfully far away.”

“I like Camden Corners, Daddy. I don't want to go back to Boston. Can we stay, please?”

“Jillian, it's been six weeks since my surgery. Maggie is happy here and school will be starting next week. I can't impose on Samantha and Brad any longer than I already have. I'm thinking of staying here in Camden Corners. I don't mind giving up my job, I don't think the corporate world was ever what I really wanted.”

“What do you think you want to do, Woody?” Jillian said trying not to act excited about the possibility of him staying in town.

“I'd like to teach school. I have always liked history. I checked with the university and it wouldn't take much to get my degree in teaching.”

“I don't want to be nosy, but do you have enough money to stop working and go to school?” Jillian asked.

“Haven't I mentioned this before? My family owns Gillespie's Department Stores.”

“Your family owns Gillespie's and you never thought to tell me that? Woody, you are a billionaire.”

“Not a billionaire, a multimillionaire, maybe,” he said quietly.

“How could you keep something like that from me?”

“I didn't think about it. Does it make a difference? Are you telling me you won't marry me because I have too much money?”

“You probably do have too much money but that's not the reason I won't marry you. I won't marry you because you haven't asked me to marry you.”

“I'm asking you now. Jillian, will you marry me and Maggie? She and I both love you very much.”

“I love you both very much too and yes, I will be happy to marry you. I hope you know I'm not a big fan of huge diamond rings.”

“I didn't think you were, that's why I bought you this one. He took a velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. It was a solitary diamond, not too big and not too small.”

“It's perfect, Woody.”

Maggie came running into the room and wrapped her arms around Jillian. “You are going to be my mama now. I love you Jillian.”

“I love you too, Maggie.”

Maggie

2013-01-06T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Forty Two

Maggie

“Hi, Mom, I hope it isn't too late to be calling,” Samantha Clifford said quietly into the phone.

“Samantha, it's not too late, what's wrong, dear? You sound upset. Is Brad alright? The kids?”

“Everyone is fine. It's just that the strangest thing happened tonight. Brad is on a book tour in California and he's right in the middle of a signing now so I can't call him.

“About an hour ago, an old friend and roommate of Brad's came to the door with his daughter, Maggie. His name is Woodrow Malone. He is from Boston and I've never met him before. Brad has talked about his time with Woody, but I really don't know much about him. He seems like a nice enough fellow.

“He said he had been deployed to Afghanistan and he had no one to take care of Maggie while he is gone. It took me by surprise and before I knew it I was offering to watch over her while he was gone.

“Mom, she is sleeping upstairs and Woody Malone has vanished. After he left I started remembering some things Brad said about him. He had rheumatic fever when he was a toddler and it affected his heart. He would never be accepted into the service, let alone be deployed to Afghanistan.

“I'm usually so level headed, I don't know what came over me. Woody told me a sob story about how his wife had died giving birth to Maggie. She is a pretty little girl and has the saddest eyes. What in the world could this man want from us?”

In the California bookstore where Cooper Dillon was signing his new book, the doors were finally closing after the last patron's departure. Bradley Clifford was relieved this book tour was almost over. It wasn't his favorite thing to do, but it helped to sell his books, so it was a necessary evil. Cooper Dillon was Brad's pen name. He was a well known mystery writer. He met Samantha Mackenzie when he was holed up in a cabin in the foothills of Camden Corners. Samantha had come to the cabin to unwind after aiding in the aftermath of a serious accident. Samantha was a trauma nurse who had never become immune to the suffering she witnessed when a tragedy occurred.

Brad discovered his ancestors owned the abandoned cabin, but the state owned the property it was built on. He found his way to it through the woods. With his manual typewriter he began writing again after a long spell of writer's block. Being secluded in the cabin without any modern conveniences triggered his imagination. He didn't even mind using the outhouse or bathing in the stream that ran behind the cabin.

Samantha Mackenzie surprised him one day when he returned to the cabin clad only in a soaking wet towel. He lost track of time and hadn't realized he had been living there for two months while writing two novels. On the trip down the mountain, he couldn't take his eyes off the rear view mirror. Samantha was behind him in her Jeep. He was surprised by a young boy driving his motorcycle erratically. Brad was forced off the road and down an embankment. Samantha saved not only his life, but his manuscripts while risking her own safety. Brad didn't know when he had fallen in love with her, but suspected it was the day she stood in the cabin's only room trying to avert her eyes from his wet towel.

Samantha and Brad were married on the grounds of The Merryweather where Sam and her mother lived when they first arrived in Camden Corners. Brad had taken a liking to the little town and gave up his apartment in the city. He never regretted that decision. Within a year Samantha gave birth to their son, Joseph Gregory Clifford. Joey was named after Samantha's two dads. Eighteen months later, Eric Bradley Clifford came along followed by their little sister, Daisy two years later.

“Samantha, I'm going to send your dad over,” said Melanie. “I don't want you to be alone.”

“I'm sure I will be fine, Mom. Woody didn't seem menacing and Maggie is very sweet and quiet. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. I don't even know why I'm calling you. I'm not frightened, I just think it's strange.”

“Sam, this wouldn't be the first time your intuition alerted you to danger. Why don't you pack everyone up and come over here? I'd feel better if I know you are safe.”

“I can't do that, especially with Maggie here. I'll be fine, I'm sure. I shouldn't have called, I know you will only worry about us all night.”

“At least call Brad. You can leave a message for him to call when he's free. Maybe he can describe his friend to you to make sure he is who he says he is. For heaven sake, how much longer can that bookstore be open? Never mind. It is three hours earlier there. I'm calling Luke, I'm sure he is up studying. I'll have him stop by to check on you.”

“Mom, don't do that. Luke needs his study time.”

“Call Brad dear, and call me if you need anything at all.”

Samantha wasn't surprised when her brother knocked on the door. “Samantha, it's Luke, Mom said you needed me.”

“Luke, I'm so sorry, it's nothing, really.” She explained the situation to him.

“It does seem peculiar. I'm just reading and I can do that here as well as in my apartment. Go to bed if you want to. I like being the one Mom asks to protect my sister. Maybe she is realizing I'm not a little kid anymore.”

“You know Mom, we will always be her little kids. I'm waiting for Brad to call. Mom said to describe Woody to him to see if he is who he says he is.”

“Samantha, I had a message to call you,” said Brad. “Is everything alright there?”

“Hi Brad, everything is fine, I seem to be alarming everyone tonight.” Samantha explained the situation and the guest to Brad.

“If Woody was there, he wasn't telling you the truth. He would never be able to pass a military physical. I'm glad Luke is with you. It sounds like it could have been Woody, but check that box of clippings in the hall closet. There is one from several years ago with a picture. Woody is standing next to me and holding up a copy of Baby Blue Eyes. If I remember correctly, it's a fairly clear picture of him.”

“I remember that one. It scared me to death. The title was very deceiving,” Sam said as she was going through the box of clippings.

“Here it is. That's him alright. He is much thinner, but he has the same face.”

“I remember that night,” said Brad. “We met at a pub after the signing. He wanted to talk about a girl who he'd had brief relationship with. It didn't last too long, but she became pregnant. She came to him for money to pay for an abortion. He was against it and offered her money to continue the pregnancy. She agreed, had the baby and then gave up all rights to her.

“He was crazy about that little girl. She would be around eight years old by now. I can't imagine why he would tell you that story and I can't imagine why he would give up his daughter after all these years. I'll be home in two days and we can try to figure this out. I haven't heard from Woody since shortly after the baby was born. I don't have any reason to believe Woody is dangerous, but I'm glad Luke is there with you and the children.”

The following morning, Maggie was the first of the children to wake up, she walked down stairs and offered to help Samantha with breakfast. The young girl knew her way around the kitchen. Samantha let her scramble the eggs and had to admit they were quite tasty. Daisy was a chatterbox and asked the visitor all the questions Samantha wanted to ask herself. Maggie was the most evasive eight year old Samantha had ever known.

After breakfast, Joey went up to the room he and Eric shared. He came charging down the stairs with an empty sock in his hand. “Where is my money?” he shouted looking directly at Eric. “Mom, my money's gone and Eric stole it. I'm gonna kill him!”

“I didn't steal your dumb old money!”

“Joey, calm down. Are you sure that was the sock you put it in. You are constantly counting that money, maybe you forgot to put it back into the sock. Did you look under your bed?”

“I know I put it back in there last night before I went to bed. It's gone.”

“I'll help you look for it, when we clean your room later. Right now I want you to rake the leaves on the front lawn. Eric will help you.”

“That brings back memories,” said Luke. “Staci and I were always taking things from Robbie and hiding them. He used to get so mad at us. The madder he got, the more we did it.”

“Maggie, do you want to see my doll house?” said Daisy. “My grandma and grandpa gave it to me last Christmas, it's in my room.”

Maggie followed Daisy silently. Two minutes later, Daisy's shriek could be heard in the kitchen. “The baby is gone! Somebody took my baby.”

Samantha looked at Luke, “It's going to be an interesting day. I hope you will be able to get some studying done.

“That's strange, I put my watch here before I rinsed the dishes. It seems to have disappeared. Eric might swipe something from his brother and sister, but he would never take something of mine.”

Luke and Samantha looked at each other. “Do you suppose your young guest is a kleptomaniac?” asked Luke.

“I'd say that was a definite maybe. Now I need to know what to do about it. Joey didn't have much money in that sock, but I can understand why someone would take money regardless of the amount. A baby from a doll house and a nurses watch are two different things. Makes you wonder if she isn't doing it knowing she will be caught.”

“Mom!” another shriek from Daisy's room. “Maggie has my doll in her pocket. She took Joey's money too.”

“Daisy, stop your shouting. You and Maggie come downstairs”

Daisy stomped down the stairs holding Maggie by the arm. The fact that Maggie was at least a foot taller than Daisy didn't seem to intimidate her.

“Maggie, do you have Daisy's baby?”

“Yes, ma'am,” she answered.

“Do you also have Joey's money and my watch?”

“Yes, ma'am, are you going to send me home?”

“Is that why you took these things? Did you want us to send you home?”

“Yes, ma'am, I want to be with my daddy,” her chin quivered and she began to cry. Her crying turned into sobs. Samantha held her close and let her cry until there were no more tears.

“Do you know where your daddy is, Maggie?” Luke asked.

“I don't know where he is, he didn't say goodbye. He told me we were coming to his old friend's house for a long visit, but he didn't tell me he wasn't going to stay too. It is nice in this house and I like everybody, but I miss my daddy.” Her chin started to quiver again, but there were no more tears.

“Maggie, your daddy left last night without telling us where we can reach him. What is the phone number to your home?”

“I tried to call this morning but a lady came on and said it was not in surface.”

“I think she said not in service,” said Luke.

“Maybe that is what she said.”

“Where do you live, Maggie?”

“In Boston. That's in Massachusetts.”

Samantha's heart was breaking for this little girl who seemed to be alone in the world now that her father had obviously disappeared. I wish Brad was here she thought to herself. I don't know what to do.

The door opened and Brad appeared as if he'd heard her wish. “I canceled the rest of the tour. I couldn't let you handle this alone.” He kissed his wife and hugged the children.

“Luke, I'm glad you are here. This must be Maggie. Hi sweetheart, aren't you a pretty girl?”

Samantha told Brad what Maggie told her which wasn't much.

Daisy took Maggie by the hand again. She let her hold the doll house baby as they walked up the stairs to Daisy's room.

Maggie smiled at Samantha, Brad and Luke. “I'm glad you didn't send me away, I like it here but I do miss my daddy.”

Samantha gave Joey back his money. He was so happy to have it he didn't think to ask where his mother had found it. Samantha was glad, she didn't want to lie to her son or tell him it was found in Maggie's pocket.

The girls played outside most of the afternoon. The sound of all the children laughing came in through the window. Maggie seemed to be forgetting her troubles for a little while anyway. She giggled right along with the rest of them.

After dinner, the children watched a rented movie while Brad was in the den talking to Jack Crowley about locating the missing man.

He heard the doorbell and then heard Maggie call out, “Daddy!”

“I think he has reappeared, Jack,” said Brad.

“Call me if you need my help for any reason, Brad. Good luck!”

Brad walked to the front hallway where Woody was on his knees hugging his daughter.

“Why did you leave, Daddy? I didn't think you were going to come back for me. I did a terrible thing so Samantha would make me go back home, but she didn't.”

“I'm so sorry, pumpkin. I love you,” Woody said with tears in his eyes.

“Come on, children. Let's let Maggie and her dad talk. Pause the movie and we will go make some popcorn,” said Samantha.

“Maggie, you go with Samantha. I need to talk with Brad.”

“You promise you won't leave again, Daddy.”

“I promise, now run along.”

“Let's go in the den where we can talk. I'd like to know the reason why you left your daughter here without any explanation to anyone. I never knew you to be cruel Woody, but that was a terrible thing to do to her. I might add, I'm not happy that you placed this burden on my wife either.”

“Brad, I didn't intend to walk away like I did yesterday. I knew the minute I met Samantha that she would take care of Maggie. I was going to fill both of you in on my plan, but when I thought of saying goodbye to Maggie, I broke down. I couldn't let her last memory of her father be one that was crying like a baby. It seemed best just to leave. I know now it was the wrong thing to do.

“I can't leave Maggie without letting her know I love her. I have to find a way to tell her I'm dying.”

Same Time Next Year

2013-01-05T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Forty One

Same Time Next Year

Butch Haley waited patiently in the airport. Because of airport security in recent years, he wasn't able to watch the plane make its way to the gate.

He remembered his father coming home from week long business trips. His mother would pile him and his brothers and sisters into the station wagon and make the one hour drive to the airport where they would all stand at the window with their noses pressed against the glass watching the plane pull up to the gate. It seemed to take forever until the doors were opened and the passengers walked into the terminal. Dad always greeted them each with a big bear hug before he picked their mother off the ground and swung her around. He wished he could do that with Beth today, but he knew Megan, his fifteen year old daughter would be mortified. He had a hard time convincing her to come with him to greet her mother.

The truth was, he didn't trust her being alone in the house for the two plus hours it would take to get from home to the airport and back. Beth was right to be concerned about Megan and the boy she was hanging around with. Whatever his name was, he thought to himself. Maybe he couldn't remember it because he didn't want to. He couldn't understand what Megan saw in this kid. He was tempted to buy him a belt since his pants were always sliding down over his shorts. How could anyone walk around like that? What was that thing suppose to be that grew out from his chin. The kid looked like a billy goat. The tattoos and earrings didn't help to endear him to Butch either.

What ever happened to that sweet little girl who used to run to the door when he came home from work and greet him with big hugs and cookie flavored kisses? The young girl who would dissolve in laughter when he told her a silly joke or tickled her toes while she played with her brothers on the floor? When had she turned so sullen? Beth said this was a phase she was going through. How long could a phase last? He looked over at her standing away from the crowd madly pushing buttons on that darned phone she never let out of her sight. I want my little girl back, he thought to himself as the passengers started appearing.

“Beth, over here,” Butch called out when he saw her.

“Butch, am I ever glad to see you. I missed you all so much.” Beth looked around and saw her daughter completely absorbed in her latest text messaging. Beth threw her arms around Butch and kissed him hello. She didn't care if she embarrassed her daughter. She missed her husband and was happy to see him.

“Most of us missed you too, sweetheart,” he said as he glared at Megan.

Megan put her phone in her purse and walked over to her mother. “Hi,” was all that came out of her lips.

Beth was full of chatter on the way home. Megan heard her say the whole family would be going to The Merryweather next summer. She rolled her eyes and went back to texting.

“Where are the boys?” asked Beth. At least they wouldn't treat her like a pariah, she thought.

“Brady wanted to come but his game is today. Cody offered to drive him while I came to pick you up. Brady is pitching today, if the traffic cooperates we will be able to make it for a few innings. That is if you aren't too tired from the trip.”

“Oh yes, I want to see him pitch. He told me when I called that Coach Bryant told him he'd be on the mound this week. I'm so happy for him. It was nice of Cody to go to the game. He's proud of his little brother, isn't he?”

“Was that shot meant for me?” came a surly voice from the back seat.

“Well, what do you know, there really is a live person back there. I hope we didn't disturb you with our chatter, Megan.” Beth said sarcastically.

“So, did they think you were fat?” Megan said with just a hint of pleasure.

“It didn't come up for discussion,” Beth lied. She wasn't about to tell Megan about her little spat with Brenda on the first day. It was long forgotten.

“Megan, apologize to your mother. That was a hurtful thing to say,” said Butch shaking his head.

“That's alright, Butch. I was worried about the weight I have gained. I tried cutting back on my food intake this week, but we all overindulged in sweets. Even Brenda, who brought seven suitcases filled with size three clothes.

“Can you believe, I actually ran with her in the mornings? She slowed her pace so I could keep up. I found I really enjoyed running. I'm thinking about joining the gym when I get back and settled. Darlene's husband had a stroke several months ago. Darlene said he was a little overweight and didn't exercise at all. After the loss of his job, the stress and his physical condition were factors that led to his illness.”

“That sounds like a good plan. I think I'll join you. I could stand to get in better shape. I understand exercise helps relieve stress too,” said Butch as he glanced in the rear view mirror.

Brady's team won the game thanks to Brady's pitching. He was happy to see his mother and happy that she was able to see his pitching debut.

The summer passed quickly and Cody was off to college for his freshman year. Beth was sad the family, as she knew it, would never be quite the same.

Brady's team ended the season by going to the state championships. They didn't win, but they were happy just to qualify. Brady missed his brother, but Butch was there to help him practice his pitching all through the winter months.

Megan's boyfriends changed, but they all looked the same to Butch. He never bothered to learn any of their names. He was afraid her fingers would be nothing but nubs in twenty years thanks to the constant texting.

“Does she ever actually speak to anyone?” he asked Brenda one day. “I know she doesn't often speak to us.”

Butch and Beth did join the gym and both of them made an effort to eat healthier. It worked. They both lost weight and felt years younger. It gave them an excuse to do something together that didn't involve the children. They found they enjoyed running and started each day with a run before breakfast.

Spring arrived and plans were being made to spend a week at The Merryweather. Cody was finishing up his freshman year and would be working at the fast food restaurant where he worked all through high school. His boss already told him he would give him the time off for his family vacation. Brady was excited when he found out the resort had a pool and a lake where he and his dad could go fishing. Megan refused to go saying she would run away from home if they made her go to that stupid place. She was sixteen and Butch thought it was high time her phase came to an end.

“Megan, we are going to Camden Corners. If you wish to join us, you will put a smile on your face and keep it there. If you choose not to share one week of your life with your family, you may do so, but you will not be welcome in our home again.”

Beth was appalled. Butch didn't make empty threats. She had to admit Megan had put a strain on the entire family. Beth had visions of her living in a commune with Tyler or Tyrone or whatever the latest kid's name was. She prayed Megan wouldn't walk out the door that very day.

Nothing more was said and on the day they were leaving for Camden Corners, Megan carried her suitcase down the stairs, put it in the van and sat in the back seat with her phone in her hand ready to text.

“You won't be needing this while we are gone,” Butch said as he took the phone out of her hand.

“Give me back my phone, Dad.”

“I believe this is my phone since I pay the bill for it every month,” he marched back into the house and put it on the kitchen counter. He then checked to make sure all the appliances were off and the doors and windows locked. He sat behind the wheel and smiled at Beth.

In the back seat sat his daughter even more sullen than she usually was.

“Did we turn off the coffee pot? I don't remember doing it,” said Darlene Powers when they were about an hour away from their home.

“Yes, dear,” said her husband, Curt. “I turned it off. Even if we left it on, it turns off by itself.”

“Are you sure you are alright driving? Travis can take over if you are getting tired.”

“Darlene, what is wrong with you? I've never seen you so nervous.”

“I'm sorry, Curt. I am nervous. This is such a long way for you to drive. You are still recovering from the stroke, I just wonder if you are rushing things.”

“The doctor told you yesterday there was no problem with my driving. Don't you believe him?”

“Let's just change the subject. Who wants to count cows?”

“No Mom,” said Angie, “you always win that game. You can count faster than any of us.”

“Why don't we count the bugs that are splattering on the windshield?” Travis piped in.

“Travis you are so annoying. Now I'm going to be looking at those bugs all the way to Camden Corners,” said Angie.

“Before we check into The Merryweather, we'll stop at a car wash. We wouldn't want your mother's friends to think we brought the whole insect population to Camden Corners with us.”

“After the car wash can we get something to eat? I'm starving.”

“Have a cookie, dear. That will tide you over until we get there.”

“He has eaten them all, Mother. I don't know where he puts all the food he consumes,” said Angie.

Darlene thought about last year when she made the trip by herself. What a difference a year made. She was driving a borrowed BMW and worrying that the girls would know she was broke. It didn't take long before she told them the truth.

Curt was doing so well. He still had some weakness, but he was almost back to normal. She trembled thinking of him lying on the floor of the garage after the stroke. She thought she'd lost him. Even after he regained consciousness, his whole left side was paralyzed. Once the shock of what happened to him wore off, he was determined to overcome the paralysis. He worked diligently and now, almost eighteen months later, he was well on the road to a complete recovery.

The family was doing better financially too. Curt was rehired in his old job. As part of his therapy, he began building furniture. It had been a hobby for several years and with all his other activities in the community, he had given it up due to lack of time. His friends and neighbors had been so helpful to him and the family, he began making small tables and bookcases as a thank you. His work was very professional and before he knew it, he was building hutches and china cabinets for those people plus others who had admired his efforts. He was amazed at the price people were willing to pay. The people who purchased his furniture thought they were getting a bargain, so everyone was happy.

Curt knew how lucky he was. The ordeal had not been easy on his family. He would be forever grateful to them and to all those who saw him through his fight.

They arrived at The Merryweather. Angie and Travis were impressed with the resort. They thought it was going to be a stuffy old place when they heard the building had been around for a couple hundred years. They were happy when they saw there were many kids their age splashing around in the pool. Others were water skiing and jet skiing in Camden Lake. They later found out many of them were residents of Camden Corners and were more than willing to have the visitors join them.

Beth and her family were the next to arrive. Beth was determined her daughter was not going to ruin their vacation. She was tired of trying to cajole Megan out of her constant horrible mood. She introduced the entire family to Darlene's family. Cody and Angie hit it off immediately, they talked about freshman year and how happy they were it was behind them. They agreed to meet at the pool after they unpacked. Brady caught a glimpse of a some boys playing catch by the lake and was halfway in the cabin to find his swim trunks until he realized they were still in his suitcase. His father caught him by seat of the pants.

“Hold on buddy, let's get everything in order and then you have the whole week to do whatever you want.”

Travis carried in the luggage and noticed the girl they introduced as Megan. If she's as good at smiling as she is at sulking, she could be cute. There were many other cute girls by the pool, he wasn't going to waste his time with one that obviously preferred to be alone.

Monica came running down the sidewalk. “I'm sorry I'm late,” she cried. “The baby was sleeping. She can be pretty grouchy when she doesn't get enough sleep.”

Unpacking duties came to an end when Beth and Darlene saw Monica with her daughter.

“Meet Merry Lynnette Lawrence. We named her after The Merryweather. Since we met here, fell in love here and conceived her here, we thought the name fit.

“Monica, I can't believe you have a baby,” said Beth. “You look like a natural. Where is that handsome husband of yours?”

“He's unloading the van. I can't believe how much one little baby needs. We could have stayed at our house, but we thought it would be much more fun to be here with everyone. Here comes Jonathan now.

“It's so wonderful to see you again. Beth, you look fabulous. Darlene, Curt looks great, how did he manage the drive here? I know you were worried.”

“He did fine. I worried for nothing. I'm good at that,” she laughed.

“Here comes Brenda with her new family,” said Beth. “What a doll little Allison is. Brenda looks so much healthier than she did last year.”

“Seth is a handsome devil,” said Monica. “I'm so happy the billionaire is out of her life. Look at the difference in her in just a year's time.”

“That is quite a difference, she's pregnant,” said Darlene.

The friends hugged and squealed like school girls. They introduced the men and they all hit it off. The only unhappy member of the entire group was Megan Haley.

Everyone was settled in their cabins. Brady Haley had joined the boys playing ball. Cody and Angie were riding jet skis. Three year old Allison Barton was introducing her favorite doll to baby Merry.

“Allison is going to be a wonderful big sister to the new baby,” said Darlene. “Do you know if this one is a boy or girl?”

“No, I'm scheduled for an ultrasound when we get back. I honestly don't care. Last year at this time, I never thought I'd be a mother with a baby on the way. I owe it all to you girls. You made me see my life was a train wreck.”

“Brenda you would have seen it for yourself before too much longer. I think you were ready for someone to suggest you were a very unhappy rich lady,” said Monica.

“What did you do with all those skinny clothes?” said Beth. “I was so jealous, I couldn't have gotten my left leg into some of those dresses.”

“You really look great, Beth. I didn't want to mention weight since the subject was not a pleasant one last year,” said Brenda. “Everything except the outfits I bought right here in Camden Corners went back to Randall along with the fancy luggage. The only thing I saved out of that marriage were the mink bedroom slippers. I knew my mother would love them and I was right. She wears them every morning no matter what the weather.”

“You look better too, Brenda. I'd forgotten how pretty you are with a little meat on your bones.”

“My mama has meat on her bones?” said Allison with a surprised look on her face. They all laughed at the adorable little girl.

“Megan doesn't look very happy,” said Darlene. “I know those teen years can be brutal. Angie went through a rough patch too.”

“A rough patch, I could handle. Megan has been like this for well over a year. I was afraid Butch was going to disown her just before our trip here. He has reached the end of his rope with her. The latest pity party is because he took her phone away and left it at home. I have spoken with her counselors and our pastor and everyone tells me she will snap out of it. I hope they are right. Luckily, she has kept her grades up through it all.”

Travis had been watching Megan from the pool. There was something about her that intrigued him. He had seen his share of pouty girls through high school and tended to ignore them. He got out of the pool, grabbed a towel and went over to the bench where she was sitting.

“The kids around here are awesome. Wouldn't you like to get your suit on and come in the pool with us?”

“I'm good,” Megan said without smiling.

“Who are you peeved at? The world or just one person in particular?”

“What's it to you?”

“Hey, I didn't want to come to this little town either. It was something my mom wanted and after what happened to my dad, I try to see their side of things. I'm glad I came, I think it's going to be fun. I'll leave you alone, if that makes you happy.”

“What happened to your dad?” Megan had heard her mom say something about her friend's husband, but she was too busy texting to pay much attention.

“My dad had a stroke. It happened when we were having an argument and I thought it was my fault. Mom and Dad both said it wasn't, but I'll never get over feeling guilty.”

“Why would it be your fault? That's a medical condition, not something someone else causes.”

“You don't understand. I told my dad I hated him and the next thing I knew he was on the floor. I thought he was dead.”

“I hate my dad too. He made me come on this stupid trip and then he took my cell phone away. This place is lame. I just want to go home. Why do you hate your dad?”

“I don't hate him anymore. About three years ago, I was looking at bikes. My dad told me when I turned sixteen he would help me buy one. He said he would give me half the money if I saved the other half.

“I mowed lawns, I shoveled snow, I saved all my money from my paper route, I even baby sat for the little monsters who lived down the street. It took me over a year but I finally had enough. My birthday was only a month away. I would go to the bike shop every day after school just to make sure the bike was still there.

“I came home one afternoon and Dad said he wanted to talk to me. He had been laid off from work two months before and couldn't find another job. It never entered my mind that it would be a problem for him to come up with his half of the money. When he told me he was going to have to renege on our deal because he had to help Angie buy a car for college, I couldn't believe it. I threw a fit. I told Dad I hated him, that he was a lousy father. That he couldn't even keep a stupid factory job. I started walking out of the garage when I heard him fall. I turned around and he was on the floor. One side of his face was drooping and his arm looked like it wasn't even attached to his body. I yelled for my mother. She called 911 and the ambulance came. Mom rode with him in the ambulance, and Angie drove us to the hospital.

“He wasn't dead, but when I saw him, I thought he would never recover. He looked almost grotesque. He couldn't speak. He just looked at me and I thought it was because he blamed me for what happened to him. It didn't matter, because I blamed myself even more.

“It took him many months to recover. He has made almost a full recovery because he worked so hard at it. His physical therapist said he had never seen someone so determined to return to the way he had been. I was proud of my dad. I watched as he struggled day after day. He was always cheerful and never complained about the pain he was in. Ed, his therapist showed me some exercises to help him with and I worked with him after school and on weekends. I start college this fall and I'm planning to go into physical therapy. I want to help people like my dad.”

Megan was fascinated with Travis's story. “Did your dad ever forgive you?”

“He never blamed me in the first place. Money was pretty tight, but once he started to build furniture and was able to start work again, he promised he would buy me a motorcycle.”

“Did he buy it?” Megan asked.

“No, after all that happened, I decided I really didn't want a motorcycle after all. It reminds me of all my dad went through.

“I didn't mean to get into all that, Megan. I'll leave you alone.” Travis got up to walk away.

“Travis, thanks for telling me that. Maybe I'll get my suit on. It's getting pretty hot out here,” she smiled the biggest smile Travis had ever seen. He was right, she was very cute.

Beth looked up and saw Megan running toward her. She was afraid something terrible had happened until she saw Megan smiling.

“I love you, Mom,” she said wrapping her arms around the back of her mother's neck. “I'm changing into my bathing suit. I'll see you later.” Butch was at the putting green with the other men. She ran up to him and hugged him too. “I love you, Dad,” she said before she disappeared into the cabin. She stepped out in her bathing suit and ran to the pool.

Beth was tempted to tell her not to run, but held her tongue. She tried not to keep glancing in her daughter's direction, but she couldn't help it when she heard laughter coming from the pool.

Bruce walked up to his wife. “Do we dare hope we have our little girl back again?”

“I have my fingers crossed that the phase has ended.”

Travis asked his dad if he could borrow the car. He was going to check out the college here. The local kids told him they had a fine medical program. He and Megan were going to get some information. Travis thought he might transfer to the university after his freshman year and Megan could begin after graduation next spring.

Megan told her mother, “Of course, I'm going to study nursing. You know I have always been proud that my mother is a nurse and I want to follow in your footsteps.”

Beth had never heard her say that before, but was very pleased to hear it now.

“Bruce, I don't know what it is about Camden Corners, but it truly is a magical place.”

“I agree, I like the Powers boy, he knows what belts were invented for.”

“The fearsome foursome has decided to make this little vacation a yearly event. How do you fellows feel about that?”

“Funny, we figured you would be suggesting that and we are all in agreement. We are booked for the same time next year.”

Goodbye Randall

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Chapter Forty

Goodbye Randall

“Sophie, where is Brenda? Isn't she back from that reunion yet?” Randall Harris, III said in a most unpleasant tone.

“No sir, Mrs. Harris isn't due back until Sunday afternoon,” Sophie answered her boss.

“Tell her to call me the minute she gets in I want her to meet me at the California house on Tuesday. I haven't been able to reach her on her cell phone. Whatever that stupid town she's in doesn't have cell phone service,” he hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

“Charles, I didn't want to tell him that I heard from Mrs. Harris. She said she was going to visit her parents and would call him herself. I hope she is alright, I worry about her, she is not happy, but who would be, married to that awful man?”

“You better watch what you say about the boss, Sophie, he's the one who pays your salary.”

“I know, Charles. I'd be looking for another job if it weren't for Mrs. Harris. She needs someone to care about her. He certainly doesn't.”

“Mother, Daddy, it's good to be home. The old house looks wonderful.”

“Brenda, you are so thin. Are you ill, dear? Norman, look at your daughter, she looks like a toothpick.”

“Don't worry, mother. I have gained at least five pounds this week. I told you on the phone I was meeting with my friends from Beresford for a reunion. It was more than I could have asked for.

“You remember Monica Whitfield, don't you? She met a man and married him in the same week. It was definitely love at first sight and the first marriage for both of them.”

“You are too thin, Brenda,” said Dr. Dickson, her father. “I hope you aren't starving yourself just so you can fit into those fancy clothes you buy.”

“Yes, I'm afraid I have been for years. It was easier when I was younger, but I have noticed the last few years it's a little harder to keep the pounds off. It didn't help that I didn't have the stamina to exercise as much as I always have. I ate so little, I was too weak to keep up my running.”

“What happened to you, Brenda? You were always conscious of your health.”

“Randall Harris, III happened to me. He didn't want a wife, he wanted a prop that he could bring out and display when it fancied him. He never loved me and, if I'm totally honest, I never loved him either. I was attracted to all the things his money could buy. It only took me seventeen years to realize things can never replace caring for someone and having them care for you.

“I've left Randall and I will be filing for divorce as soon as I can hire a lawyer. I hope you will let me stay here with you for a while. I am not asking Randall for any money. I purchased some practical clothes while I was in Camden Corners. I don't want anything from this marriage. I did save something I want you to have, Mother.”

Brenda opened her suitcase and pulled out her mink adorned slippers. Before last week, I thought these would impress my friends. Now I know they are as superficial as my marriage. Brenda thought to herself.

“Brenda! Is this mink?” her mother exclaimed. Her eyes lit up. She had come a long way from the woman who wanted everything money could buy, but she still was a little frivolous. Brenda was happy to indulge her. She put them on her feet and sauntered dramatically to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

“It doesn't take much to make your mother happy these days, Brenda,” Norman Dickson chuckled.

“I can see she has mellowed, Daddy.”

“Yes, all thanks to Dr. Campbell running off with his nurse. Your mother didn't feel so disadvantaged when she heard about that.”

“You love her in spite of herself, I can tell, Dad.”

“You are right about that honey, your mother was always the only girl for me. I know she can be a bit superficial, but I also know she loves me too. She has finally come to the realization that she should never have persuaded you to marry for money.”

“Daddy, it wasn't all Mother, I thought it would make me happy to be Mrs. Randall Harris, III and have everything I wanted. I must admit, it was wonderful for the first few years. Thinking back, I didn't mind that Randall rarely spent any time with me. I knew he was a busy man, I was just too naïve to realize what he was busy doing. Even after that, I was enjoying the lifestyle too much to give it up just because he was unfaithful. I didn't think anyone knew and I didn't love him enough to care. I think I win the prize for being superficial in this family.”

“You know you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need to. What will you do with your life now? I know you said you weren't asking Randall for any kind of settlement.”

“When I first met Randall, I was a receptionist and typist in his company. I've been brushing up on my keyboard skills and applied on line for a job at the medical clinic in town. I have an interview tomorrow. If I don't get that job, I'll try for another. I have small monthly dividend from some stock purchases I made before I married Randall. It's enough to pay my basic living expenses. You won't have to put up with me for too long, Dad.”

“Don't be silly,” her mother said as she walked into the dining room with a pot of coffee and a plate of sliced cranberry bread with butter. “We will love having you here. It is much too quiet during the week. We usually see your brothers' families on the weekends. They will be so happy to have you back home. They never did like Randall.”

“Nobody likes Randall, Mother,” Brenda said as she picked up a piece of cranberry bread and spread butter generously on top. She enjoyed indulging in all the things she had deprived herself of for too many years. “You really are trying to fatten me up, aren't you?”

Her parents grinned at her and at each other. They were glad to have their daughter back home.

The phone rang. Louise answered it.

“Brenda, it's for you. She says her name is Sophia, isn't that your maid?”

“Sophia, hello.”

“Mrs. Harris, I'm sorry to bother you. Mr. Harris asked where you were. I told him I don't know but I thought I would warn you. He wants you to be in California tomorrow and he isn't very happy that he can't reach you on your cell phone.”

“Thanks for letting me know Sophia. I'm sorry to put you in an awkward position. Mr. Harris will find my cell phone in the suitcases I sent back to Connecticut. Sophia, I won't be returning to that house or any other. I will be filing for divorce as soon as I can get to the law office. You have always been a good friend to me and I'm sorry if you lose your job because of this.”

“Oh, Mrs. Harris, I only stayed because of you. Charles and I can get other jobs without any problem. I'm so happy you met with your friends, I knew you would be able to open up to them and realize there was a better life for you somewhere.”

“Sophia, I'm going to send out letters of recommendation for you and Charles. I'm sure you won't need them, but I want your future employers to know how much you both meant to me.”

After she ended the call, Brenda wiped a tear from her eye. There were so many days when Sophia and Charles were her only connection to the outside world. Why did she wait so long to break ties with Randall, she didn't have an answer.

Brenda met with Martha Cromwell, a high school chum who went on to become a lawyer. She tried to persuade Brenda to ask for a settlement, but Brenda refused. She wanted out of the marriage and didn't want anything to stand in the way. She had signed a prenuptial agreement that she thought would give her something after seventeen years, but she wasn't interested in pursuing it.

Martha promised she would have the papers drawn up for Brenda to sign first thing in the morning. Barring all complications, the divorce should be final in just a couple of months.

Brenda met with the human resource director of the medical clinic and three days later was offered a job as receptionist and scheduler.

Brenda fit right in with the other staff members. They knew she was in the process of a divorce, but no one had any idea her husband was the man on the cover of the Newsweek magazine that was placed on the rack in the waiting room.

“Sandy, I don't believe I've met Dr. Barton yet. I just had someone make an appointment with him.”

“That's Dr. Seth Barton,” replied Sandy. “I know I'm old enough to be his mother, but he is a dreamboat. His wife died of cancer just over two years ago. She was diagnosed shortly after giving birth to their daughter, Allison. Seth had it pretty rough for awhile. The cancer was very aggressive and Tanya didn't live very long after she was diagnosed. Seth is on vacation, he and Allison went to see her grandmother, Tanya's mother. The woman was devastated, as you can imagine, at the loss of her daughter. She suffers from Alzheimer's and Seth wanted to make sure she saw little Allison while she still remembers her.

“He is one of the kindest men I have ever known. He should be in the office this afternoon. I just booked another appointment for him. He is a pediatrician and a very popular one at that. My grandchildren all go to him.”

Just after lunch, Dr. Barton did appear. He introduced himself to Brenda. She agreed with Sandy, he was a dreamboat.

The days turned into weeks and fall was approaching. School had started. Seth had a full schedule everyday but took it all in stride. He and Brenda had become friends. There was some speculation around the office about the two of them, but Brenda was still a married woman and they knew Seth Barton would never become involved with someone who was married.

Long before Brenda returned to town, Louise and Norman Dickson invited Seth and Allison for dinner often. Seth admired Dr. Dickson and the two men had established a friendship. The dinners continued and Brenda adored two year old Allison. Allison loved her too.

Randall did not take news of Brenda's divorce plans well. He vowed to keep the case tied up in the courts until she was an old lady and nobody wanted her anymore. Since Brenda wasn't asking for a dime and the fact Randall had cut off all of her accounts, leaving her without funds, all the lawyers in the state wouldn't be able to keep Brenda in the marriage. The divorce was final on the first day of October.

The town was sponsoring an Oktoberfest Celebration. Seth asked Brenda if she would like to accompany him and Allison. She accepted the invitation. They had a wonderful day together, Brenda ate two bratwurst with sauerkraut. She had put on twenty pounds since arriving back in town. She felt good and looked good. Seth laughed at her appetite. They talked about their marriages. Seth's was like a fairy tale that ended too abruptly. Brenda was honest with him about her marriage. He couldn't understand how a man could treat a woman like a hired hand.

“I allowed it to happen, Seth. I shouldn't have married him in the first place and I definitely shouldn't have stayed in the marriage for so many years.”

By the end of the evening, Allison was asleep in her stroller. “I guess we'd better get this little girl home. Would you like to come in for awhile. I think I have some of Mrs. O'Connor's pecan pie left. Whenever she bakes for her family, she makes another for me.”

“Pecan pie is my favorite, I can't turn that down.”

Seth carried Allison into her room. Brenda followed and with a tear in her eye thinking of the children she never had, she pulled the covers up to Allison's chin.

“Make yourself comfortable, Brenda. Would you like a glass of wine?”

Brenda felt apprehensive and a little nervous to be alone with Seth. She was beginning to have feelings for this man. She knew he would always love his dead wife. She should excuse herself and go back to her parents' house, but instead she said, “That would be very nice Seth.”

“Brenda, I'd like to talk to you about Tanya. I've told you how happy we were together. I think I've described our relationship as being like a fairy tale. That is an exaggeration, we had our troubles and disagreements just like most couples. Our marriage wasn't perfect by any means, but we did love each other and, if she had lived, I'm sure we would have been celebrating our fiftieth anniversary together some day.”

“I understand, Seth. I am not expecting anything more than a nice friendship between us. I hope I haven't given you the impression I wanted more.”

Seth was taking her at her word. Who knew, maybe she was still in love with that jerk she married. Maybe she missed the things a billionaire could buy for her. Maybe he had misread the way she looked at him. He had never been a patient man. If she didn't want him, he would have to live with it, but he was going to give it a try.

“Brenda, I want more than a nice friendship from you. I told you about Tanya because you need to know she will always have a place in my heart, but she isn't in my life anymore. I am alive and after two years of mourning Tanya, I am ready to begin my life again. I think I started to fall in love with you the day I first saw you at the reception desk in the clinic. You were a married woman and that made you off limits. Maybe I waited too long to tell you how I feel or maybe you don't feel anything for me, but I had to be honest with you.”

Brenda's face lit up. “Seth Barton, if you don't put that wine glass down and come over here and kiss me, I'm going scream and wake up Allison.”

Seth never thought he could feel love like this a second time and Brenda never thought a man could love her in the way Seth did. They were both wrong.

“Daddy, you don't think Seth and I are rushing into this marriage do you?” Brenda said the night before the wedding.

“I know you and Seth haven't known each other very long, but you two belong together. I know Seth well enough to know that when he tells you he loves you he means it. He's a good man, Brenda and he's a lucky man to have you as his wife. I'm proud of you my dear. To answer your question, no, you aren't rushing into marriage too quickly. If you waited any longer I would be too old to play with the grandchildren you are going to give me.”

Norman gave his daughter a hug, happy not to feel her ribs when he embraced her. His daughter was finally happy and it showed.

Seth and Brenda were united in marriage on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Martha Cromwell happily drew up adoption papers. Just before Christmas, Brenda and Allison officially became mother and daughter. The final adoption papers arrived in the mail along with a Christmas card from Monica and Jonathan Lawrence with a reminder that the fearsome foursome and their families would be meeting at The Merryweather in Camden Corners in the summer.

Confession is Good for the Soul

2013-01-03T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter 39

Confession is Good for the Soul

“Good afternoon ladies, how is your reunion going?” Holly asked the old friends as they walked through the lobby to the restaurant.

“We are just getting started Mrs. Burke, we aren't talked out yet,” said Monica as she introduced the others.

“Please call me Holly, we are just a small town, we don't stand on ceremony here. Enjoy your lunch everyone.”

Holly noticed the change of outfit on Brenda Harris. Tracy told her she was married to Randall Harris the billionaire. Brenda certainly did know how to dress. I suppose if you were as lean as Brenda, anything would look good on you, she thought with envy.

After glancing at the menu, everyone ordered. Beth was careful to order nothing fattening and Brenda was careful to order something other than a salad with lemon juice. Monica and Brenda had a glass of wine. Beth a sugar free iced tea and Darlene a glass of ice water.

Brenda downed the wine and asked for a refill. She hadn't eaten since the morning before her trip and was feeling a little tipsy.

“I suppose you all have read the article about Randall and his rendezvous with that young starlet?”

The others looked in her direction but were speechless.

“I know you have been talking behind my back. Everyone does, you know. That's why I can't go to any of the society luncheons anymore. Everyone talks about Randall and his escapades and they look at me with pity just the way you are doing now. I thought you were my friends.”

“Brenda, nobody is talking about you,” said Monica. “We are your friends. We are here to listen if you would like to talk about it, but we won't discuss you behind your back. Will we ladies?”

“No, Brenda,” said Beth. “I'm so sorry I said you were anorexic earlier, I wouldn't hurt your feelings for anything in the world.”

“We love you, Brenda,” said Darlene. “We are the fearsome foursome, remember?”

“Maybe you'd better make that the fearsome threesome. I'm anything but fearsome. I'm afraid to gain an ounce of weight because Randall wouldn't approve. I'm afraid to go out in public because I might run into him and his bimbo of the moment. We have six houses and we aren't together in any one of them unless he is entertaining and needs me to play hostess. I have made a horrible mess of my life and I don't know what to do about it.”

“The first thing you need to do is eat your lunch,” said Beth. “Here take half of my tuna salad sandwich. It is loaded with mayonnaise. I'm going to order you a milkshake to go with it. Remember when we were soothing a broken heart in the old days? There was nothing like a strawberry milkshake to cure our ills.”

Brenda had kept her true feelings inside for so long, she took one bite of the sandwich and devoured it. She reached for the hot rolls and butter that were an accompaniment to Darlene's soup. She ate those and ordered a slice of pecan pie to go along with her milkshake.

“I noticed a bakery on Main Street. Let's go buy come cookies for later,” Brenda said with a genuine smile on her face.

After visiting the bakery and buying their cookies, the friends gathered in Monica and Brenda's room.

“As long as we're playing true confession, I think I should come clean too. Curt and I are very close to bankruptcy. He was laid off from his job six months ago. When that happened, he lost his health insurance. Of course, I have it though the school district and planned to put him on my policy. I had to wait for open enrollment and three weeks before I could do that, Curt had a stroke.” Darlene said with tears in her eyes.

“Darlene, that's awful, is he alright?” asked Monica.

“He is doing quite well. He has many more months of physical therapy but he is working hard to get back his strength. His medical bills have been staggering. We owe so much to the community for their support. The doctor waived his fees and the hospital has been cooperative too. We wouldn't have made it this far if it hadn't been for the help of our friends and neighbors. The only reason I was able to come on this trip was because of the generosity of the people in Brinkley. I was ashamed to tell you I was broke. I should have been ashamed of myself for trying to hide it.”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of Darlene,” said Brenda. “It sounds like the people of Brinkley love you as much as we do.”

Beth spoke up, “If we are being honest, I will tell you something you never knew. I won a scholarship to attend Beresford. I was too ashamed to tell you that my family was very much middle class. Mom was a housewife and Daddy was a car salesman. While I was in high school, I babysat for the mayor and his wife. They had three little girls. Mayor Grant asked me what I wanted to do when I graduated and I told him I would like to be a nurse. Mrs. Grant had attended Beresford and sponsored me. If it hadn't been for her, I would have been attending the community college.”

“My family probably didn't have as much as you did, Beth,” said Monica. “My dad had to work three jobs to pay my tuition. My uncle was married to a former Beresford graduate. She was the one who got me in.”

“Your dad must be proud you have done so well, Monica.”

“He is, but he would be prouder if I would make him and Mother grandparents. I'm afraid it's too late now. I don't want to make light of your troubles, Darlene, but I do envy your life and the way your friends are supporting you in your time of need. There is no one in my life that would ever care enough about me to make sure I could go to a reunion of friends. You are a lucky woman.”

“Monica, I'm sure there are people who care about you. Have you let them know the real you? I remember when we were in school, you befriended Paula Blake. Do you remember her? She was ostracized by her friends when it was discovered she was pregnant in freshman year. You made sure we included her in everything we did. Thanks to you she was able to hide her pregnancy from the administration otherwise she would have been expelled. Beresford College didn't tolerate improper behavior from its students.”

“No wonder they shut down. I'd say it was none too soon,” said Beth. “I wonder what ever happened to Paula?”

“She is my assistant,” said Monica. “Her baby boy just turned twenty three. She is married to a wonderful man and had two more children.”

“Everyone knows my father is a country doctor who never made enough money for my mother. I think she has mellowed in her later years. She finally stopped nagging Daddy about being a dermatologist. I think it was after she found out Dr. Campbell ran off with his nurse and they are now living in his vacation home in Aspen.”

“That leaves me,” said Darlene. “Back then I didn't lie about my money situation. My family had plenty. Daddy still does. He disowned me the day I married Curt. He told me if I married that factory worker, I would never see a dime of his money. He stuck to his guns and even bought the factory. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the reason Curt was laid off.”

“Darlene, that's terrible. What about his grandchildren, does he see them?”

“No, the only grandparents they know are Curt's parents. They are much better role models for the children. They come over every day to stay with Curt while I'm in school. It breaks my heart to watch them suffering right along with their son.”

“Enough of that. What do you say we take a dip in the pool before dinner. We need to work up an appetite after all those cookies.”

They all agreed. Beth was embarrassed to slip into her bathing suit and made sure she had packed her bulky cover up.

Brenda looked in the mirror and saw herself as others saw her. “Oh my, I do look anorexic, Monica. Maybe I'd better have another cookie.” They both laughed.

The water felt good to Darlene. She had just gotten off the phone with Curt. He was happy when she told him she admitted the truth to her friends. He knew his wife and knew it would eat at her if she had to keep it secret all week. His parents were with him and he'd had company all afternoon. Everyone asked about her and were expecting a post card from Camden Corners. She loved the people of her town. Didn't they know nobody sent postcards anymore? Well, she certainly would.

Monica enjoyed watching her friends from the lounge chair. She thought she'd sit out for awhile and when they weren't watching, she would call the office. Just as she was about to push in the numbers, she sensed someone sitting down next to her.

“Can't get away from it, can you?” said a very attractive man.

“I beg your pardon?” she replied.

“The office, they can't do without you and you are calling to make sure everything is going smoothly.”

“How did you know that?” Monica asked in surprise.

“I was in your shoes until about a year ago. I really did think they couldn't live without me. Guess what? They did very well on their own. I had trained them well.

“My name is Jonathan Lawrence and you are Monica Whitfield.”

“Jonathan Lawrence? Of course, I knew you looked familiar. I guess I'm not used to seeing you without a three piece suit. I'm flattered that you know my name.”

“You have quite an impressive story. You started your firm just out of college. That took courage. You didn't have big money backing you, but that didn't stop you. You are at the top of your game.”

“Are you trying to tell me there is no place to go but down?”

“No, I'm trying to tell you I would like to have dinner with you.”

“Where did that come from?” she laughed.

“From my lips. You are a very attractive woman and I'd like to get to know you. What do you say? Dinner?”

“I can't, I'm here with my friends.” Monica looked over and saw all three of them hanging by the side of the pool watching her.

“Go, Monica. We will be fine on our own.”

“Don't let us stop you.”

“He's cute, say yes.”

“My friends think we are back in college. How can I turn down Jonathan Lawrence. I would be delighted to have dinner with you.”

“Good, I'll pick you up in thirty minutes.”

“Thirty minutes, that isn't much time.”

“It will be plenty if you don't make that phone call.”

“It's a conspiracy, okay, thirty minutes and no calling the office.”

Monica smiled at her friends as she walked back to the suite with a bounce in her step. Jonathan Lawrence knew my name, she thought to herself.

Jonathan knocked on her door exactly thirty minutes later. She had changed into a casual sleeveless sweater and slacks. She picked up a light jacket and left her phone on the dresser. She opened the door and Jonathan walked in. He took her in his arms and kissed her, backed up and kissed her again.

“I thought we'd get that out of the way so I could concentrate without wondering what it would be like to kiss you. It was very nice, but next time, I would like to be kissed back.”

“I must say, that is the first time I have been on a date that started with a good night kiss.” She was trying to act causal, but her heart was beating so loud she was sure he could hear it.

“Shall we try Hemingway's, I understand the food is very good there.”

“Anyplace will be fine,” she said knowing she would eat a hot dog if it meant she could be with this man. What was wrong with her? Monica Whitfield didn't fall head over heels in love. It was so unlike her. She felt for her phone and realized she didn't have it with her. She didn't care, she had no intention of making any phone calls this evening.

While sipping cocktails, Jonathan told Monica he was was much like her. “After college, I was arrogant enough to think I could start a business and have it be successful in a year's time. My consulting firm grew to eight offices in just three years.

“After almost twenty years, I looked around at my life and realized I had nothing I really cared about.

“I presented a seminar in Camden Corners a year ago. While I was here, I walked down Main Street and decided this was where I wanted to live. Since so many other people are reliant on the success of my firm, I took the year to ease out of it. I arrived in Camden Corners two days ago and will be staying at The Merryweather until I can find a permanent home. I have never felt more relaxed. I can see the signs of tension in your face. I wonder if you may be burning out like I did.”

“You are a good mind reader. I'm feeling restless. I thought all I wanted was success, but I'm finding there are so many things in life I have missed. Two of my friends have that. They don't have money, but they have families and happy lives even though they may be facing tough times.”

“Would you like to take a walk by the lake? The water is so calm tonight, it will smooth out those worry lines.”

“I think the wine already did that. I don't remember the last time I had such a relaxing dinner. You are good for me Jonathan. You make me think about things other than work.” Automatically she reached for her phone that wasn't there.

Jonathan noticed, “I'm afraid it's going to take more than one dinner and a couple of glasses of wine to relax you.”

“What did you have in mind?” she giggled.

He squeezed her hand and they walked by the water stopping to kiss every few minutes.

Jonathan and Monica were inseparable for the next six days. Jonathan made sure she spent time with her friends, but he was never far away.

At breakfast on the Wednesday of the their vacation, Brenda said, “Look you two, if you want me to be your matron of honor, you will have to get the license today. Monica isn't getting any younger and that little window they talk about will be closing soon. Why not take a walk to the courthouse, get that license and get married while we are all together?”

On Saturday, Monica Whitfield became Mrs. Jonathan Lawrence. She called her office only to say she would not be returning for another week. The friends parted vowing to return in exactly one year with their families.

Jonathan carried Monica over the threshold of his suite at The Merryweather where they began their lives as husband and wife.

They traveled back and forth from Camden Corners to New York allowing Monica to turn over the reigns of her firm to Paula Blake Williams.

Monica invited her parents to visit them when their new home on the lake was built. Her father finally had his wish when the couple showed off the completely furnished nursery in their new home.

Monica finally knew what had been missing in her life. She was happy for her time in the corporate world but now her world revolved around her husband and the new baby they were expecting any day.

Old Friends

2013-01-02T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Thirty Eight

Old Friends

Tracy looked over the reservation list as she had done every morning since the first day The Merryweather opened for business.

“We have two adjoining suites reserved for four woman who were classmates and friends twenty years ago. I'm sure they will have a wonderful time catching up. There is a note here saying they haven't seen each other since graduation. Monica Whitfield made the reservation, they will be checking in this afternoon. We'll have to make sure to have champagne waiting in their rooms when they arrive,” said Tracy.

“Can you imagine not seeing your friends for twenty years? I'm so happy they chose The Merryweather for their reunion,” Holly replied.

Elwood, Pennsylvania. “Why did I ever agree to this reunion, Butch? I can't find a thing to wear. It's been twenty years since I saw those girls and I'm forty pounds heavier. They will all look like models and I'll be a frump.”

“Beth, you look wonderful to me. They are your friends, they won't think less of you because of a pound or two. We better get going or you won't make it to the airport in time.”

“Are you sure you and the kids will be alright without me for a week? I will miss you terribly. I wish I'd told Monica I couldn't come. She has always been able to persuade me to do things against my better judgment. I shouldn't be spending the money. Dr. Clark says Brady will need braces. Cody's school tuition is due next week. I don't think I should be leaving Megan now, she is getting too serious with that boy.”

“Beth, we will be fine. Let me close your suitcase. We really do have to leave right now.”

Hampshire, Connecticut. “Sophie, make sure you pack my slippers, the ones with the mink fur around the edges, the girls will be oozing with envy when I slip those on in the morning. Just pack the designer originals and don't put any of the paste jewelry in there, Monica Whitfield was always able to spot a fake.”

“Yes, Mrs. Harris. I am sure all of your friends will be happy to see you no matter what you wear.”

“Sophie, you know better than that. I married well and I want them to know it. Has Mr. Harris called this morning?”

“No ma'am, I'm sure he is busy at his office, otherwise he would surely call to say goodbye.”

“I'm sure that's the reason, Sophie. Call Charles to come pick up my bags, it must be almost time to leave for the airport. I hope someone called ahead for a limo to drive me to this horrid sounding little town called Camden Corners. What in the world was Monica thinking, booking us at The Merryweather? What kind of a name is that for a resort?”

Sophie glanced on the floor at the brochure Brenda Harris dropped there. It certainly looks like a nice place to me, she thought as she bent down to pick it up along with an empty wine bottle under the bed.

Brinkley, New York. “Mother, you look beautiful, said Miranda Powers,” looking at her mother's reflection in the mirror.

“I feel like such a phony. I should have just been honest with Monica Whitfield when she called about this reunion. I can't afford it and I shouldn't be going.”

“Mother, you and Daddy have fallen on hard times, it's true, but your friends have all come through for you.”

“It still amazes me that the Brinkley little league team sponsored a car wash out on the highway and the church ladies had a bake sale every Sunday for a month to raise money for my trip. There are so many much more worthwhile causes.”

“After all you have given to those boys, if it weren't for you and Daddy, there wouldn't even be a team. You know the ladies auxiliary looks for any excuse to bake. Besides, they wanted to do something and Dad suggested they raise money so you could spend a week with your friends. Now, let me put your suitcase in the car while you say goodbye to Daddy.”

Darlene Powers walked into the makeshift exercise room in the den. Curtis Powers was recovering from a debilitating stroke. Because of his youth and determination, his doctors believed he would regain full use of his left side.

“Look, Darlene, I can lift a ten pound weight now. Just give me another month or so and I will be able to carry you over the threshold on our twentieth anniversary,” Curt laughed with a slightly lopsided grin.

“Keep it up Curt and don't work him too hard while I'm gone, Ed.”

“Your husband is one determined man, he won't let me go easy on him.”

Darlene kissed her husband goodbye. “I will miss you.”

“I'll miss you too but I know you will have a good time. You need to get away from here and just enjoy yourself for a whole week. Before we know it, you will be back home taking care of me again.”

Darlene hugged her daughter and son, Travis goodbye and got into Fred Turner's borrowed car. Fred had a BMW convertible and insisted Darlene drive it to Camden Corners.

“You can show off for those old biddies,” he told her.

“Those old biddies are my age, Fred.”

New York, New York. “Whatever possessed me to take a week off for some frivolous reunion with people I haven't seen in twenty years,” said Monica Whitfield

“Monica, you haven't taken a vacation in the fifteen years that I have been working for you, I would say it's about time. We will be fine here without you. I'm tempted to take your iPhone from you just before you get on the plane,” said Paula, her assistant.

“I'd only buy another when I get to Greensboro. Did you arrange for transportation from the airport to the resort for me?”

“You are all set. You'd better get going, the traffic to JFK is always horrendous this time of day. Have a good time, Monica and try to relax.”

Paula was the closest she had to a family. Monica often wondered what it would be like to have a husband and children who would wait for her to come home each evening. She had made her choice years ago and now she was stuck with that decision. She was sure she would hear all about family life from Darlene and Beth. Brenda didn't have children, just a rich husband and several homes to occupy her time. Now that she was on her way, she was looking forward to seeing her old chums. They were close friends during their college years. She hoped they would be able to rekindle that closeness.

Beresford College for Young Women was established in 1896. Only proper young ladies from proper families were accepted into the school. After the 1992 academic year, the school shut it doors, never to open them again.

The fearsome four, as they liked to call themselves, were part of the final graduating class. Monica, Brenda, Beth and Darlene met during orientation on the day they arrived at Beresford. They became fast friends and roommates in a big old brownstone just blocks from the school.

Monica had always been ambitious. She was involved in so many activities in high school that she was given extra space in the yearbook just to list them. She was head cheerleader as well as student body president. Monica was always in charge. She liked it that way and it continued when she opened her own public relations firm at the age of twenty three. She dated seldom and never considered marriage before the age of thirty five. The larger her firm became, the less time she spent socially with anyone. Men were attracted to her only to find that her ambition frightened them away. Now, at 42, she was beginning to realize her time for marriage and children was fading fast.

Brenda was the first to arrive at The Merryweather in her rented limousine attracting attention as it rolled through town. Brenda glanced out the window and thought the charm of Camden Corners was much like the town she grew up in. Her father was a country doctor who provided a good living for his family, but they would never be in the same league as most of the girls who attended Beresford College. She knew her mother loved her father, but was never satisfied with their position in the community. She joined all the right clubs, attended the most affluent church and insisted on private schools for their children.

“Norman, surely you could specialize. Marlene Campbell's husband is a dermatologist, he only works three days a week and they can afford a vacation home in Aspen, Colorado.”

“Louise, I am a country doctor and that is all I will ever be. I didn't get into medicine for the money. You have a nice house, the children are in the finest schools and you have a live in maid, I think you could have done much worse than marrying me.”

Louise gave up on changing her husband but ingrained in Brenda the importance of marrying a rich man.

After seventeen years of marriage to a man who often couldn't find his way home at night, she was unloved and childless, but had fulfilled her mother's wish for her, she had married a rich man.

Brenda checked into The Merryweather. She hated to admit it, but the resort was much nicer than she had anticipated. The bellboy loaded the cart with her seven pieces of expensive luggage. He couldn't help but wonder if she had a suitcase for each day of the week.

Monica, unable to slow her pace, tipped the cab driver and hurried through the doors of The Merryweather.

“Tracy, it's so nice to see you again. I was here for a conference last fall and I enjoyed your hotel so much I thought of having a reunion with some old friends I haven't seen in years.”

“I remember you very well Ms. Whitfield. We appreciate your repeat business. Your friend, Ms. Harris arrived just a few minutes ago. If there is anything you need, please let us know.”

The bell hop was relieved when saw Monica only came with two bags.

“Brenda,” she exclaimed when she opened the door to the suite. “How wonderful to see you. Are you ill? You are so thin.”

“Monica, only you could make a girl want to cover herself up while wearing haute couture.”

The women embraced.

“You are very fashionable dear, but you look absolutely gaunt. I think you need this week with us so we can fatten you up. Remember the cookie binges we used to go on?”

“Yes, I do and I cringe at the thought. Darling, I would never be able to fit into any of my frocks if I indulged in cookies.”

“Oh, look at the luggage, the others must have sent their bags ahead,” said Monica as she glanced at the suitcases lined up near the closet in the first bedroom.

“Those are mine, of course. You only brought two?” Brenda said in astonishment. “How will you ever make it through the week?”

“I think I'll manage. You must be planning a change of clothes four times a day,” Monica laughed until she saw the expression on her friend's face and guessed that was exactly what she had planned to do.

Brenda decided it was best to change the subject. “Monica you look so successful. We always knew you would be the career woman of the group. Your life must be full of excitement,” Brenda said with some regret for her own choices.

“It's a busy life, I wouldn't exactly call it a full life. What about you? Your goal was to marry a wealthy man and you did. Tell me all about Randall Harris. I've seen pictures of him and he is as handsome as he is rich. I read where you two have several houses including one in Tuscany. Talk about a full life, I'd say yours is plenty full.”

Brenda was saved from answering the question about her husband when there was a knock on the door.

Beth burst into the room. The moment she saw her friends, she was no longer embarrassed about the extra weight she had put on since she saw them last. They hugged and greeted Darlene who entered the room a few minutes later.

“Here we are together again, the fearsome foursome,” said Darlene. “I wonder how fearsome we really were back then?”

“We thought we were going to conquer the world,” added Beth. “Darlene and I wanted the picket fence and a houseful of babies. You two were the ones with lofty dreams and it looks like you have both succeeded in making those dreams come true. Brenda, I saw your picture in a magazine at the beauty parlor. You were on the arm of that gorgeous husband of yours. How do you ever stay so slim? I thought you looked slender in the photo, but you are much thinner in person.”

“It isn't easy, Randall insists that I look presentable when we are together. How about we open that bottle of champagne? I'm sure it's domestic, but what can we expect from a place called Camden Corners?” Brenda said as she reached for the bottle.

“A little too early for me, but the rest of you, help yourselves,” Monica said.

Beth and Darlene declined also. Brenda reluctantly put the unopened bottle back on the table.

“Shall we unpack and meet in the restaurant for a late lunch? I think you will find the food here is quite good, Brenda. That is if you are eating today.”

“I'd say that is enough talk about my weight. How come you aren't picking on Beth? Look at her, she has gained fifty pounds since graduation. Nobody is telling her she eats too much.”

“I've only gained forty pounds, Brenda. Not all of us are anorexic like you,” Beth regretted her words the minute they were out of her mouth.

“Okay, you two. That's enough of that. Brenda, we will not discuss your weight or Beth's again. Beth, you look just fine. Let's not get off on the wrong foot with each other, we have a whole week together.”

Darlene and Beth went into their suite. Beth closed the door, she was still smarting over Brenda's unkind remark.

“Brenda hasn't changed a bit. I almost didn't come because I know I have put on weight. I knew she would have some comment about it. I just didn't think we would be here less than an hour when she said it.”

“Beth, you always did let her get to you. None of us are the same as we were twenty years ago. I'd be willing to bet, Brenda isn't all that happy being Mrs. Randall Harris. I saw that magazine you were talking about. You obviously didn't read the article. Randall Harris was spotted leaving a young ladies' apartment the day after the photo of the happy couple was taken.”

Meanwhile, in the suite next door, Brenda was picking up the unopened bottle of champagne. “How did we ever let that porker into our circle? Beth never did fit in, for that matter, neither did Darlene. Did you notice that outfit she was wearing? It must be at least ten years old. I think she cuts her own hair too.”

“Brenda, are you truly happy? I'm asking because you and I both wanted to make our marks in this world. We both succeeded, I'm at the top of my field and you are wealthier than anyone deserves to be. Yet, those two women in the other room have a tranquility about them. I could see it the moment they walked in the door. Sure, Beth is a little chubby and Darlene isn't a fashion plate, but they are truly happy in their lives. I'm looking forward to spending the week with them and I hope some of their contentment wears off on me. Now, put that champagne bottle down and lets go have lunch with our friends.”

Hydrophobia

2013-01-01T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Thirty Seven

Hydrophobia

The morning after Julianna's encounter with Yolanda, she woke up feeling the effects of a fitful night.

“You didn't sleep well, did you, Julianna?” Rick asked.

“I'm sorry if I disturbed you dear. No, I didn't sleep well, I couldn't stop thinking of Yolanda and what she said yesterday. Her story seems a bit farfetched, but I can't imagine what she wants from me.”

“You didn't disturb me, Yolanda was on my mind too. I'm wondering if we should talk to Jack Crowley this morning. He knows investigators that could check into her story. I know you always wondered about your birth family.”

“You are my family, Rick. You and the girls. I accepted, years ago, that I would never know where I came from. If Yolanda is my sister, I get the feeling her life hasn't been easy. I was so surprised at her visit yesterday I never asked her about herself. I told her I'd stop by the hotel this morning. I'll invite her to have a cup of coffee with me, but first, I think it's a good idea to visit with Jack. I'll call his office to see if he has some time to see us.”

“Julianna, good morning.” said an apprehensive Jack Crowley. “I hope all is well with you and the family.” It wasn't like Julianna to call him at his office.

She explained that she was calling regarding her visitor yesterday. “She could be my sister, Jack. I just get an odd feeling about the whole thing. Why, after all these years, would she seek me out? Rick suggested you may know of someone who could check into her story.”

“Why don't you and Jack stop by my office. I have some ideas on how we can verify the story. I'll let Mary know I want to see you as soon as you get here.”

“Thanks, Jack. We will be there shortly.”

They arrived at the law office where Jack was waiting for them. “I called Tracy. She has no more information about Yolanda Colby than she was given by you last night. She did mention that the woman requested her suite be exchanged for a cabin. She mentioned she liked the sound of the water. Tracy thought that was odd, but she admitted she has had a number of odd requests through the years.”

“I told Yolanda I would meet her this morning. Do you think I should tell her I'm busy and can't make it?” said Julianna.

“No, go ahead with your plans. Eat at the hotel though and don't offer to drive her anywhere. She will probably hint at what it is she wants from you. It could be she is really your sister and wants nothing from you but friendship. Rick, if you have a few minutes, I'm going to ask Ben to send over a sketch artist. Do you think you could describe the woman to him?”

“Yes, she resembled Julianna, but in a hardened way.”

Julianna left the men, assuring them she would not take any unnecessary chances.

She met Holly in the lobby. “Hi Julianna, Tracy said you were concerned about our guest in cabin one. Would you like Troy to walk down there with you?”

“Oh, I will be fine. I'm sure nothing will happen in the broad daylight. Yolanda and I will be back for breakfast. I think I'll find out soon if she is genuine or just after my millions,” she laughed. As Julianna walked through the lobby, once again she was drawn to the photo of the Bloom sisters. There was definitely fear in their faces. I'm being ridiculous Julianna thought to herself. My imagination is getting the better of me. She ignored her instincts and walked out the door to the cabin on the far right of the resort.

She knocked on the door. “Yolanda, it's Julianna. Are you hungry for breakfast?” Before she could finish the sentence, she felt herself being pulled into the room. Her mouth was being taped shut and her wrists were bound tightly. She heard Yolanda's voice saying “Don't hurt her Vinny.” She was blindfolded and taken out the back door of the cabin and practically dragged up the side of the hill. She was pushed none too gently into what she guessed was the bed of a truck. Julianna was in shock. She felt her ankles being taped together. She felt as though she was going to pass out but knew she had to keep herself together as much as she could. She feared this person was going to kill her. She heard a man shout at a woman to get in the truck. She could only assume the woman was Yolanda. She could hear whimpering as the door opened and closed. The engine started and the truck took off down a bumpy road. She could hear the sea gulls and knew they weren't too far from the lake. She wondered if they were going to throw her in the water. She had never gotten over her fear of drowning. She recalled the day she met Rick. He saved her from certain death after she had slipped into the water from the pier while she was photographing the scenery.

The truck stopped. She was dragged out of the it and the tape was torn from her ankles. She didn't feel a thing. She was numb with fear.

“Walk!” the gruff voice said as he dragged her by the arm. She could feel sand under her feet. She prayed death would come quickly. She prayed for Rick and the girls and her precious grandchildren. She remembered she had a date with Erin that afternoon to see a movie. She and Lacey were going shopping for a birthday gift for Sammy's birthday party on Saturday. She and Rick had planned a quiet evening to celebrate the completion of his first novel. Now she would never see it in print. Julianna wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come.

“Vinny, you're hurting her,” she heard Yolanda's voice pleading with her captor.

“Shut up!” he screamed and Julianna heard a slap as Yolanda cried out in pain.

She was pushed into what she thought was a row boat. The seats were hard. She felt her ankles being taped again. She could tell the boat was floating in the water. I can't panic, she told herself.

After her near drowning experience, Julianna had learned to swim. Rick loved boating and she went with him often. She was fine on the water as long as she was wearing a life preserver. She prided herself on overcoming her fear but, at this moment in time, she realized the fear was still with her.

Meanwhile, in Jack's office, his phone rang.

“Hello, Tracy,” he said as he picked up the phone.

Tracy could barely get the words out. “She's gone, Jack. Julianna isn't anywhere to be found and neither is Yolanda. The back door to the cabin is wide open. Julianna's purse is on the front porch. Jack, something terrible has happened to her.”

“We'll be right there! Rick, Julianna is missing. Mary call Ben Murphy and have him meet us at The Merryweather.” Jack told Rick all he knew, which wasn't much.

“Why did I let her go there today. I knew something was not right about that woman.” Rick tried calling Julianna's cell phone. After a few rings, it went directly to voice mail.

As they pulled into the parking lot, Rick spotted Julianna's car parked there. He bolted from Jack's car. He could hear a siren in the distance.

“Looks like they have discovered your cousin is missing,” Vinny said with a smirk. “It's almost time to make our demands known. Get up and follow me, stop that sniveling, Yolanda. You are going to ruin everything.” He pulled on the rope that was tied to the rowboat. “Let's get her in position.”

Vinny dragged the rope behind him as he crossed over the inlet to a small island where he would not be seen from the resort. He didn't want to be anywhere near that place but thanks to Yolanda, he had to use this lake instead of the one twenty miles down the road. He'd planned to hide outside the Marino house and grab Julianna from there. Instead the whole resort would witness his brilliance. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. While they fished their precious Julianna's body out of the lake, he would be on his way $500,000 richer. Nothing could go wrong. While he was at it, he'd get rid of Yolanda too. Ma always said she was worthless.

Vinny heard Julianna's phone ring, but ignored it until he was just where he wanted to be. He pressed the button that would connect him to Rick.

Rick answered on the first ring. “Julianna?” he said with some relief.

“Guess again, sport,” Vinny laughed into the phone. “Take a look in the lake.”

Rick and most of those watching saw a boat floating in the middle of the lake. It was obvious someone was sitting in it. A birdwatcher with binoculars was walking by.

“It's a woman,” he cried. “It looks like she is gagged.”

He handed his binoculars to Rick. “It's Julianna!” he cried. “She is blindfolded too, hang in there sweetheart. What do you want from me?” he said into his phone.

“How much is the little lady worth to you? I was thinking a half million should do it.”

“I don't have that kind of money.”

Vinny pulled on the rope and the boat started rocking back and forth. “Look at all the people there, I'm sure you can get it.” He ended the call.

“Hah! Those rich folks will be able to get my money in no time. I want you to pick it up, Yolanda. They don't need to see my face. They'll never know it was me and I'll be on my way.”

Without me, Yolanda thought to herself. He's going to leave me here to answer for the crime. I'm such a fool. I didn't want to do this in the first place and now I'm sure he is planning to kill Julianna and probably me too.

She watched as he yanked on the rope making it rock the boat back and forth. Julianna was having a hard time keeping upright. She could feel water under her feet. She was trying her best not to pass out. If she did, she would probably go overboard. She had to stay alert, if she was ever going to see her family again she had to be strong.

“Vinny, stop rocking the boat, you are torturing Julianna.”

“Yeah, and it's fun.”

Yolanda started to walk away from her brother when she spotted a two by four lying on the ground. Without thinking, she picked it up, casually walked up behind her brother and with all her might, struck Vinny on the back of his head. He turned slightly with venom in his eyes. She hit him again and he fell backward into the shallow water causing it to slowly turn pink with Vinny's blood.

Yolanda picked the phone up off the ground and hit redial.

“Don't hurt my wife. We are getting your money now.”

“Rick, this is Yolanda. Vinny is dead. I'm going to start pulling the boat in to shore. Please come.”

They could see the direction the rowboat was moving. Rick jumped into the first boat he could find. Someone threw him the keys. In just a few minutes, he was next to Julianna. He gently took her blindfold off. She squinted and thought she was dreaming. He loosened the tape on her mouth.

“We've got to stop meeting like this,” she said as he lifted her out of the rowboat and into his arms.

Ben caught up with Yolanda. She didn't fight when he put the cuffs on her. Vinny was still breathing and he called an ambulance to pick him up and cart him off to the hospital.

Rick insisted Julianna go to the hospital to be checked. She agreed only because she was too tired to argue. The doctor examined her and warned she would be bruised for awhile, but she had come through the ordeal without any permanent damage.

She went to see Yolanda at the police station. Yolanda told her the true story of her family. “Your mother and father loved you, Julianna. My mother's resentment of the bond the three of you had was very obvious. I am so very sorry for my part in this. I foolishly thought Vinny was just looking for a few dollars, not the exorbitant amount he asked Rick for. I'm so ashamed. I deserve to be sent to jail for a very long time.”

“Yolanda, you do know that Vinny is alive, don't you? He has a head injury, but he is expected to live.”

“Yes, Mr. Crowley told me. The doctor thinks Vinny will need to be sent to a mental hospital. I'm glad I'm in here. When Ma finds out she will be ready to kill me. Vinny was her pride and joy.”

Julianna gave Yolanda a hug. “I'm grateful to you for saving my life, even though we aren't sisters, we are cousins. We don't know each other well, but you are family. I'm hoping we can be friends one day.”

“After all I have done, you want to be friends? I've never had a friend in my life,” Yolanda said with tears running down her cheeks.

After her visit with Yolanda, Julianna went to see Ben Murphy. “Ben I don't want to press charges against Yolanda Colby.”

“Julianna!” he said startled. “The woman kidnapped you. You could have been killed.”

“I don't think she had anything to do with the kidnapping. She was never told the plan and was led to believe they were only going to try to make me pay for information about my family. She has been intimidated by her half brother all her life. I heard her beg him not to hurt me. I'm the one who was left at the doorstep of an orphanage, but she is the one that had the horrible life. I think she has suffered enough. She saved my life in the end. I am convinced Vinny was just waiting to get his hands on the money until he let me drown in the lake,” Julianna shivered when she thought about her ordeal.

“I'll talk to the district attorney. I'm not sure what he will say. If you aren't going to be a cooperative witness, I don't think he will be able to prove a case against Yolanda. From what I've seen, she isn't a violent or dangerous person. She is lucky to have you on her side, Julianna.”

Yolanda was required to stay in Camden Corners while waiting for her brother to regain consciousness. During that time, Julianna, invited her to stay with Rick and her. Rick approved of the arrangement. Julianna and Yolanda became friends. Yolanda commented on how pretty Julianna's hair was. That very afternoon, Julianna made an appointment with the most popular hair stylist in the village. She toned down the color of Yolanda's red hair, trimmed and styled it and helped her with her make up. Julianna took her to some of her favorite clothing stores in Camden Corners and Greensboro. After the transformation, everyone agreed, Yolanda and Julianna looked more like twins than cousins.

It was determined Vinny would not be mentally able to stand trial for his crimes. Arrangements were made for him to be transported back to California where he would be spending the remainder of his days in a mental facility. Yolanda tearfully said goodbye to Julianna and traveled with him and his attendant to his new home. For the first time since Vinny was a toddler, Yolanda felt safe with him. The whack on the head she had given him had mellowed him. He was no longer filled with anger. He thrived in his new life and was perfectly content to live in the mental facility where he had been placed.

Much to Yolanda's relief, Gladys was accepting of her son's fate. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer while her children were in Camden Corners and was trying to mend her ways before she met her maker.

Yolanda applied for and was hired as a cashier for a local bakery. Elroy Poulson, a widowed clockmaker who had a shop two doors down from the bakery, took a liking to the donuts sold in the bakery and to their new cashier. He got into the habit of visiting the shop during his coffee break every morning. He finally worked up the nerve to ask Yolanda if she would like to see a movie or have dinner with him one evening.

“I would love to Elroy,” she said.

They were married three months later.

“Elroy, I am going to visit my mother this morning. She didn't look well the last time I saw her. I'm afraid the end is near.”

“Would you like me to go with you, dear?” he said with compassion Yolanda wasn't accustomed to hearing.

“No, you are busy at the shop. I won't stay long. She sleeps most of the time these days.”

Yolanda was greeted at the door by the Hospice nurse. “Your mother has been asking for you Mrs. Poulson, she will be very happy to see you.”

Yolanda walked into the room. The shades were pulled. Her mother looked so helpless and sick. In spite of the way she was treated by the woman all her life, Yolanda still loved her mother.

“Hello, Mother.”

“Yolanda, I'm glad you are here. You must find the box,” she said desperately.

“What box is that, Mother?” she asked wondering if she was so doped up on medication she didn't know what she was saying.

“In my closet..under floor..get it..hurry,” she was obviously struggling to get the words out.

Yolanda had always done exactly what her mother ordered her to and now was no exception. She opened the closet door. She felt around the floor and did notice a break in the floorboards. She was able to lift up a panel and hidden in there was a large box. She pulled it out of its hiding place and brought it to her mother's bedside.

“Is this what you wanted, Mother?”

“Yes, open it..read your father's letters..give other to Julianna..” She closed her eyes and was asleep again.

Yolanda opened the box. On the top were a stack of letters with a red ribbon wrapped around them. She took one out of the envelope. My Dear Yolanda, it started, she looked at the signature, it was signed, Father. Her hands were shaking as she carried the box to the living room where the light was bright. The first letter was written on the day she was born. She read one letter after another. Everyone of them professed his love for his daughter. My father loved me. She said aloud, he really did love me. The girl who had always felt as though no one could ever love her was finding out she was loveable after all. Her father loved her, her husband loved her, Julianna loved her and even Vinny loved her now in his own special way. She looked deeper into the box and discovered a photo album containing pictures of a man and woman. It looked like their courtship, their marriage and then photos of them with a baby. The name 'Julianna' was hand written across the top of the page. Picture after picture of a happy baby and a happy family. The photos ended abruptly. Just below the album was a journal. Yolanda read the first few pages. A young woman named Rosemary was telling her diary about meeting Henry Colby and falling in love. She skimmed through the pages. It told the story of the Colby's life together including the birth of their baby daughter, Julianna. The journal entries ended abruptly too.

Yolanda carried the box with her. She walked back into her mother's bedroom. “Mother, thank you for letting me know about these. I do love you, I want you to know that even though you don't feel the same way.”

She heard a faint voice say. “I do love you, Yolanda.” She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep again.

Yolanda never saw her mother alive again. She rushed home to pack up the album and journal and sent it off to Camden Corners the fastest way possible. She picked up the phone to call Julianna.

“Julianna, I have shipped something to you today. It should be arriving tomorrow. My mother wanted you to have them. They will make you happy but I want you to be surprised.”

“What a strange call, I've never heard Yolanda sound so excited. She said her mother wanted me to have something and she is sending it to me. I can't imagine what good old Gladys would want me to have.”

As promised, the package from Yolanda arrived the next morning. Juliana opened the large box. Rick came running from his study when he heard Julianna cry out. He found her sitting on the floor of the hallway looking through pages of a photo album and crying softly.

“It's my mother and father,” she said through her tears. “These are pictures of my mother and father and me when I was a baby. Oh Rick, look at them. They are so happy and look how much they loved me. I can see it in their faces. There is a journal here too but I can't read it with all these tears. I can't believe Gladys had these things all these years. I guess I should be furious, but I'm so grateful to have them now.”

Rick was fighting the urge to cry himself. He could barely speak without his voice cracking. “I always knew you had been well loved if only for a short time. You were born into a loving family and it shows in everything you do. I'm calling the girls to join us.”

They all sat on the floor looking at the photos together, laughing together, crying together and being happy that Julianna came from a family who loved her is much as everyone else did.

Family ties

2012-12-31T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Thirty Six

Family Ties

Julianna had never been happier. Rick, the love of her life, was retired from his reporting job that kept him away from home several months out of the year. Her daughters were both happily married and keeping her well supplied with grandchildren. Her best friend lived next door to her and she was living in her favorite town, Camden Corners.

Julianna was originally from California, at least she thought she was. Her only memories of childhood were being placed in one foster home after another. She was one of the lucky ones, her families were all kind to her. She had heard horror stories through the years about children who had been abused by families trusted with their care.

At eighteen, Julianna was on her own. She knew she wanted to continue her education and applied for a job as a live-in nanny to the daughter of the popular movie star, Melanie Fairchild. She was pleasantly surprised when she discovered what a kind person Miss Fairchild was. Julianna didn't realize it at the time, but she was one of over fifty people interviewed for the job. Melanie was very particular about the people who watched over her daughter while she was away. Julianna and Melanie became fast friends. Julianna loved two year old Samantha and the little girl loved her too. Melanie, Julianna and Samantha flew to Camden Corners for the grand opening of The Merryweather Resort. Both women found love while in the quaint village. Julianna married journalist Rick Marino who had accepted a job with a large newspaper in Los Angeles. After 20 years and many separations due to his work, Rick retired to write a novel. Because they both loved Camden Corners, they moved across the country to Rick's childhood home.

Julianna, an accomplished photographer, reopened the art gallery originated by Jack Mackenzie in the early 1900s. She invited amateur artists to display their works in her gallery. This particular weekend, The Merryweather was sponsoring an exhibit of local artists. As Julianna directed the movers she had hired to transport the artwork, she walked by the display of photographs of the residents of Camden Corners almost one hundred years ago. She turned to look directly into the faces of Dahlia and Hyacinth Bloom Hightower. Julianna had a sense that they were warning her of impending peril. She brushed off the momentary feeling, but felt an unease the rest of the day.

The following Monday morning, Julianna was chatting on the telephone with her daughter, Lacey McCoy. She was hearing all about the family's trip to the zoo in Greensboro the day before. Sammy, who had won everybody's heart, was delighted to show his brother all the animals. At only four months old, Reilly was showing signs of hero worship for his older brother.

The doorbell rang. “Someone is at the door dear. I will call you later. Give the boys a hug from me.” Julianna opened the door to a woman her age standing there with a smile on her face.

“Julianna! I've finally found you.”

Julianna looked at the woman who was a stranger to her. “Do I know you?” she asked.

“It's Yolanda, your twin sister.”

Julianna looked at the woman again. There was a slight resemblance. This woman had bright red hair that obviously came from a bottle. Their eyes were the same color and the shape of their faces. Julianna had long ago given up hope of finding her birth family. Was it possible this stranger was her sister and a twin sister at that?

“Please, come in,” she said.

Yolanda walked through the front door. Without seeming obvious, she looked around the room. Julianna made out alright in life for a kid with no parents, she thought to herself.

“Yolanda, how do you know we are related? I could never find any information about where I came from or who my folks were. I gave up over thirty years ago.”

“It is a very sad story, Julianna. Our mama was not well after giving birth to us. She tried her best, she worked nights just to put food on the table. Her mother watched over us while Mama was away. You see her beloved husband, and our dear father was killed in a terrible accident when we were only a few months old. Mother did her best to carry on for our sakes, but when our grandmother took sick and died too, it was too much for her. She collapsed on the way home from work one morning. The authorities were called and we were wrenched from our home. We were only two years old. We were separated and both placed in different foster homes. Eventually, Mother regained her strength. She was able to find me, but the trail turned cold when she attempted to locate you. The poor sainted woman has never given up looking for you in all these years.”

Rick walked into the room. He heard the end of Yolanda's story and was skeptical. He introduced himself to the visitor. This woman was nothing like Julianna. He could see the coldness in her eyes. Being a journalist, he was accustomed to asking the difficult questions. He would have to be careful though, he knew Julianna had longed for any information she could find about her family.

Yolanda could see the doubt on Rick's face. I'm going to have to turn on the waterworks, she thought and proceeded to do just that.

“Yolanda, don't cry. We will figure this out. Tell me about our mother.”

Through sobs, Yolanda told of the long suffering woman's illness that forced her to be bedridden. “The doctors have said it is close to her time. She made me promise I would look for you. Her dying wish is that she is reunited with her daughter after all these years.”

“If your mother had attempted to find Julianna and wasn't able too, how were you able to locate her?”

“Rick, may I call you Rick?” she said whimpering. “I know you will think I'm a fool, but you see I was desperate. I'm afraid I sought the services of a psychic. I paid her $1,000, money I didn't have, but it was worth every penny because she led me to my dear sister.”

Rick was ready to show the woman the door, but he could see the look on Julianna's face. She wanted to believe the story even though her instincts told her not to.

“Yolanda, where are my manners? May I get you a cup of coffee or tea?”

“I'm a little parched dear, I wouldn't mind a tiny bit of bourbon if you have it.”

It was only 10:00 in the morning. Rick got up to pour her a light drink even more convinced she was a con artist.

“Where are you staying, Yolanda?” Julianna asked.

“Oh dear, I'm afraid I spent all my money on the bus fare here. I suppose I'll find a bench somewhere.”

Before Julianna could offer her a room in their home, Rick spoke up. “Don't be silly, we have a perfectly fine hotel in Camden Corners. You may stay at The Merryweather, don't worry about the cost, we will take care of your bill for the night.”

Yolanda knew she wasn't putting anything over on Rick. She probably shouldn't have asked for a drink but she needed it to calm her nerves. She would have to work fast on Julianna before her husband convinced her Yolanda was only after her money.

The truth was, Yolanda was indeed related to Julianna. They were cousins. Their fathers were brothers. Yolanda's mother, Gladys, married unsuspecting Harry Colby. Harry was a goodhearted man who fell for a pretty face some fifty years ago. Harry and his brother Henry were twins. Henry protected Harry through his growing up years. The day Gladys came into his life, was the end of the relationship. Gladys made sure Henry was out of his brother's life since she was in a better position to manipulate Harry without him. Henry married Rosemary, the complete opposite of Gladys. The women gave birth to baby girls within months of each other. When Julianna was less than a year old, her parents were killed in an automobile accident leaving her alone in the world except for Harry. Harry wanted to adopt Julianna, but Gladys insisted there was no room in their lives for the child. Gladys pinned the name Julianna Collins, a fictitious name, to the child's blanket and left her on the doorstep of an orphanage. She persuaded Harry to sign papers giving up all claims to the child and the deed to Henry's property. Guilt and despair over his brother's death and the treatment of his niece were too much for Harry's heart. He died just two months later leaving his widow with a child and no life insurance, only the two properties the brothers owned.

Julianna was adopted by a childless couple who discovered just before the adoption became final that they were indeed going to have a child of their own. They returned Julianna to the orphanage saying they were afraid they wouldn't be able to love her the way they would love their own flesh and blood. She was eventually sent to live in a foster home. She had a total of five foster families. Julianna was a delightful child, but none of the families she lived with were in a financial position to adopt her as their own.

Gladys lost track of Julianna after the first few years. She was all but forgotten until the day she picked up a tabloid magazine that was left on the bus. Gladys had always liked Melanie Fairchild movies. She noticed an article telling of Melanie's retirement several years before. The article mentioned and showed a picture of Julianna Collins Marino, a good friend and nanny to Melanie's daughter. Gladys knew right away that Julianna was her husband's niece. She did some investigating and discovered Julianna had married a successful newspaperman and was quite well off financially. The wheels started turning in the old lady's head. Her daughter, Yolanda, was not nearly as pretty as Julianna, but she could pass as her sister. Better yet, her twin sister.

Rick arranged for Yolanda to stay in a suite in The Merryweather. Julianna was slightly skeptical about the relationship, but she was willing to give the woman the benefit of the doubt. After Rick and Julianna drove Yolanda to the hotel and made sure she was safely in the room, they left with the promise Julianna would visit Yolanda in the morning. Once again, the photo of the Bloom sisters seemed to come alive as Julianna past by, sending a chill down her spine.

Watching from a pickup truck in the parking lot, a man in his early forties waited until the couple was well out of sight. He called the hotel and asked for Yolanda Colby's room. “What room are you in?” he said unpleasantly. Yolanda told him and he ended the call walking directly to her suite.

“Nice,” he said gruffly. “You can't stay here. Call the front desk and tell them you want to move to the cabin by the lake. I don't care what reason you give them, just do it.”

Yolanda knew better than to argue with her brother, Vinny. She had been the target of his wrath once too often. She immediately called the front desk. Much to her relief, the cabin was available. They would be sending someone to move her belongings momentarily.

“That was strange,” said Cindy, the desk clerk.

“What was strange?” replied Tracy Crowley.

“Rick and Julianna Marino checked in and paid for a guest. She just called and asked for a cabin. Most people would much prefer the suites. She is by herself. I know it's none of my business, but I just found it odd.”

Tracy didn't know why, but she sensed danger. She brushed it off as just being tired. I need to get home and relax with Jack, she thought to herself. “I'm leaving for the day Cindy, let's hope Ms. Colby is happy in her new room. Jack is preparing dinner tonight which means it will be a feast. He is a much better cook than I ever was.”

Yolanda settled into her new room. Vinny knocked on the door. “Hurry up, Yolanda, let me in.”

She hurried to the door and opened it. “Hold your horses, Vinny.”

“What happened to our plan? You were suppose to stay with her at her house. How come you let them bring you here? Can't you do anything right?”

“What could I do, Vinny? Her husband butted right in, he wouldn't let her ask me to stay with them. He's suspicious, I can tell you that.”

“I'm gonna stay with you tonight. That bed looks more comfortable than my pickup. I've got it hidden over in the vacant lot next door.”

Yolanda reached for the telephone.

“What are you doing?” Vinny shouted.

“I'm going to call Ma,” she said.

“How stupid can you be? Do you want to get caught? The first thing the cops will do is trace any calls from this phone.”

Yolanda walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. She hated Vinny. He was mean to her and made her feel dumb. She couldn't think straight when he was around. She wasn't stupid, just afraid and that made her do stupid things. She remembered the day Ma brought him home from the hospital. Yolanda thought having a baby to play with would be such fun. She was wrong. Her baby brother screamed all night and most of the day. She remembered the day Vinny's father walked out of the house. He said he couldn't stand the little brat and Ma could give him away like she gave away the other kid for all he cared. That was the first time Yolanda had heard about her cousin. She was afraid to ask Ma about the other kid because Ma would be angry and slap her again. It wasn't until several years later when Ma had too much bourbon and spilled the beans about Julianna. Yolanda dreamed about meeting her cousin one day. She thought they could be friends. Yolanda didn't have any friends of her own. She didn't own any nice clothes like the other girls in school. Not only did she not dress like the other girls, Vinny was such a bully, nobody wanted to be near him or his sister.

Julianna was so beautiful. She had a handsome husband and a nice home. Yolanda saw pictures of her children and grandchildren. Being left at the orphanage doorstep was the best thing that could have happened to her. Yolanda was envious. Vinny promised Julianna wouldn't be hurt, Yolanda hoped he was telling the truth just once in his miserable life.

Good Neighbor Sammy

2012-12-30T03:43:00.000-08:00

Chapter Thirty Five

Good Neighbor Sammy

“Hi mister, Whatcha doin'?”

Ross looked towards the door of the old house he was restoring. There stood the cutest little blond haired boy about five years old.

“Hello, sport, where did you come from?”

“From my house,” he answered. “Do you live here?”

“Not yet, I'm trying to fix it up so I can live here. What's you name young fella?”

“My name is Samuel Joseph Flynn but everybody calls me Sammy. My grandma said not to bother you. Am I bothering you, mister?”

“Not at all, I needed to take a break.”

“It's kinda cold in here. Don't ya think?”

“It's very cold in here, but I had to open the door to let some fresh air in. Can you smell the paint?”

“I sure can. Did you chase the ghosts away from here?”

“Did ghosts live here?”

“My grandma says they didn't. When I was just a little kid I was afraid of this house but now I'm not. It isn't very scary in here.”

Lacey walked in with some sandwiches she made at home for the two of them. She was enjoying helping Ross with the house. Before he changed anything, he asked her opinion. He wanted to make sure she would like living here if she ever accepted his proposal and married him.

“Well, hello young man, I'm Lacey. Are you a contractor?”

“I don't know what that is, I'm Samuel Joseph Flynn. You can call me Sammy.”

“It's very nice to meet you Sammy. How would you like a cookie? I just happen to have some in my bag.”

“I do like cookies.”

“I thought you might,” Lacey said as she pulled a sugar cookie with blue frosting out of her bag.

“I'm sorry folks, Sammy knows better than to barge in on you. I'm Sammy's grandmother, Mamie Flynn. We live next door,” said a kind elderly lady.

“Mrs. Flynn, please come in.” Ross introduced himself and Lacey. “Sammy is just fine. I needed a break and he is a great little guy.”

“We were just about to have a bite to eat, Mrs. Flynn,” said Lacey. “Would you and Sammy like to join us?”

“Oh that's very nice of you. Sammy has already eaten. I won't even try to take that cookie away from him.”

“Please sit for awhile, I have a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen. If you don't mind drinking from Styrofoam, you are welcome to a cup. I haven't met any of my new neighbors yet. It has been too cold to do any work outside.”

“Please call me Mamie. It's so nice to have young people in the neighborhood. This old house has been sitting vacant for a couple of years now. I'm afraid Mr. Hendricks didn't keep it up as it should have been. He was a nice old gentlemen but he was a bit senile. His parents built this house when he was just a wee babe. He was close to one hundred years old when he died.”

“I can see how much work you have done here. It looks lovely. When do you think the two of you will be moving in?”

Ross smiled, “I wish it was the two of us Mamie, I can't seem to convince Lacey that she can't live without me and she should marry me. As soon as I finish painting, I will officially be your next door neighbor.”

That evening, over dinner, Lacey filled Ross in on the story of Mamie and her grandson. Mamie and her husband, Emmett had been married almost twenty five years. They had given up on having any children years earlier. As much as they both wanted a family, it simply didn't happen. It was a shock to them and everyone in town when Veronica Diane Flynn was born on the same month Mamie turned fifty two years old.

Veronica was a pretty little girl. People who didn't know Mamie and Emmett always commented on their sweet little granddaughter. Veronica knew her family was not like any other in Camden Corners. Mamie and Emmett loved their daughter very much and treated her like a princess. She wasn't allowed to do the simplest things all the other children did, for fear she would be hurt.

Veronica was completely unprepared when at twenty years old, Justin Lake came into her life. It was love at first sight for Veronica. She had never before defied her parents. Justin was a smooth character who swept her off her feet. She fell hard for this man of questionable morals. He introduced her to the game of pool and the taste of hard liquor. After a few months of toying with her affections, he left town on his motorcycle and left a brokenhearted, pregnant Veronica behind.

Veronica cried herself to sleep every night until the day she gave birth to Samuel Joseph Flynn. Being a mother brought out the best in the pampered girl. She doted on her baby boy. When the child was just beginning to walk, the doorbell rang. It was none other than Justin Lake.

“I've missed you princess, come take a ride on my bike with me,” said the smarmy gentleman who glanced at the little blond boy smiling at him from behind his mother.

Veronica, again, was hypnotized by Justin Lake. She shouted “I'll be back, Mama.”

Mamie Flynn's heart fell to the floor, she shouted for her daughter to stop. She feared for Veronica's safety. Her intuition proved to be correct. Just outside of town, Justin's motorcycle hit an oil spill, the bike went off the side of the road throwing its passengers onto the pavement, killing them both instantly.

Emmett never recovered from his daughter's death. He died of a fatal stroke just one month later. Mamie was heartsick. She lost her daughter and husband. If it hadn't been for Sammy, she may not have survived herself.

Sammy was so young, he didn't comprehend what had happened to his only family. It took all the strength Mamie had, but she was determined to make the best life possible for her dear grandson.

Mamie had some health problems herself. She knew the chances she would live to see her grandson grow into a man were slim. She dreaded the thought of that happy young boy being a ward of the state. Neither Mamie or Emmett had any living relatives. Every night she prayed for a solution to her problem.

She watched as the vacant house next door began to look like a home again. She could see a tall young man inside almost every night repairing the walls, changing out pipes, restoring the wiring. Almost every evening a pretty young lady joined him and worked right along side him. Mamie didn't mean to be nosy, but she did see them kissing quite often. She had a perfect view from her upstairs window until the day she saw blinds and curtain rods being installed and the windows being covered.

Sammy was fascinated with the activity in the neighbor's house. Mamie told him not to bother the man who was working there but he found his way to the front door while she was busy in the kitchen, washing their supper dishes.

After meeting Ross and Lacey, Mamie was certain her prayers had been answered. She was sorry the couple didn't have any marriage plans, but it didn't discourage her from her own plan. She had known Jack Crowley since he was just a little guy. She walked to his office one afternoon while Sammy was in school.

“Mamie, how nice to see you. You are looking quite well, what brings you to my office today?” said Jack.

“Jackie,” Mamie still called him Jackie even though Jack was old enough to qualify for the senior discount at Denny's. “You and I both know I am on borrowed time. I don't want my little Sammy to be without a loving home to grow up in when I'm gone. My plan is to name a legal guardian for him. I have a little money in the bank and after selling the house, there should be enough to help pay for his college education when the time comes. There is a young fellow who bought the old Hendricks place. He and his young lady friend have done a wonderful job restoring it. In fact, it has never looked better. Getting back to the purpose of my visit, I have done some checking on my own. Seems Ross McCoy, that's his name, has a good job at the hospital. Carl Hanson thinks the world of him. He comes from California and had a rough start in life, but seems to have straightened himself out. He and Lacey Marino are an item, although they have no plans to marry anytime soon. I'm hoping that situation changes. Lacey is the daughter of Rick Marino and we both know what a good family he comes from. Sammy has taken to Ross and Lacey and I think they have a real affection for him too.”

“Mamie, you have given this a lot of thought. I don't know Ross very well, but I do know Tracy thinks highly of him. He has been staying at The Merryweather, you know. Lacey and her sister, Erin are very nice young woman. They don't come any better than Rick and Julianna. What does Ross think of your plan?”

“I haven't spoken to him yet, Jackie. I wanted to get your opinion first. Of course, I would like it better if those two were married, but maybe if they shared custody of Sammy, they would get the idea.”

“I'm not sure you can depend on that. If you are serious, I can draw up the papers. I hope this guardianship isn't needed any time soon. There are many people in town who would like to see you have a long life, Mamie.”

“Oh dear, I have already had a long life. If it weren't for Sammy, I think I would have passed on a few years ago, whatever youthfulness I have, I owe all to him.”

Jack hugged his old friend.

Mamie walked back home. She left a note on Ross' door on the way back asking him and Lacey to stop by her house before he started with his work that evening as she had a matter of importance to discuss with them.

Ross read the note and wondered if Mamie was going to tell him not to encourage Sammy to visit quite so often. Ross loved having the little guy around. He never thought much about having children before Sammy came into his life. He would abide by Mamie's request if that was what she wanted to discuss with them.

Lacey and Ross arrived at Mamie's door. “Hello Mamie, you asked to see us this evening?”

“Please come in, I have asked Mrs. Graves, across the street, to watch over Sammy while we talk,” said Mamie.

“This sounds serious, Mamie,” said Ross. “I hope we haven't done anything to upset you.”

“Upset me?” she replied. “Oh no, you haven't done anything. This is a serious issue though. I don't expect you to give me an answer tonight, but I would hope you would think about it.”

Mamie told them of her wish that Ross and Lacey would become legal guardians of Sammy in the event of her death or incapacitation.

Ross was stunned. “Mamie, I don't need to think about it. Sammy is everything I would want in a child of my own. I am honored you would even consider entrusting his care to me. What do you think, Lacey?”

“I hope it won't be necessary, but yes, I would be delighted to be Sammy's legal guardian. You do realize Ross and I are not married.”

“Yes, I am aware of that and I hope I'm around to celebrate your nuptials one of these fine days. However, if that is not to be, I was hoping you would share in Sammy upbringing. I have spoken to Jackie Crowley and he will get the papers together just as soon as I give him the go ahead. I feel much better knowing Sammy will be taken care of if I can't do it myself.”

The young couple hugged Mamie and walked back to Ross' house.

“Can you believe that, Lacey? I thought she was going to say Sammy couldn't come over anymore. I don't want anything to happen to Mamie, but I do like the thought of that little guy being in our lives.”

“What I can't believe is that she would trust two unmarried, childless people to care for her precious grandson. Ross McCoy, when are you going to make an honest woman of me? It's been at least three weeks since you have asked me to be your wife.”

Ross reached into his pocket. “I was never a boy scout, but I am always prepared.” He got down on one knee and said, “Lacey Marino, for the 25^th time, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife.”

“Ross McCoy. I would love to be your wife, I thought you'd never ask,” she laughed.

The blind hadn't been drawn giving Mamie a perfect view of Ross placing the ring on Lacey's finger. She opened her window and shouted “It's about time! Make it a short engagement, you two have dawdled long enough.”

The wedding was held in the chapel near the foot of the mountain. Samuel Joseph Flynn was the ring bearer. The couple moved into their newly renovated house. Even though the work was completed, Sammy visited often.

Two months later, Mamie passed away in her sleep. She died satisfied that Sammy would be loved and cared for. Little Sammy was heartbroken over the loss of his grandmother. He moved into his new home with Ross and Lacey and settled in with his new family. The couple legally adopted him and he, along with the rest of the family welcomed a baby boy into the world several months later.

Taking a Chance

2012-12-29T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Thirty Four

Taking a Chance

After running out of The Merryweather, Lacey realizes she left her coat inside. She could make it home without the coat, but her car keys were in the pocket.

I have two choices, she thought, stand out here and freeze to death or swallow my pride and walk back in to get my coat. She opted for the embarrassment of facing Ross McCoy again.

She didn't have to walk very far. He was standing at the door with her coat in his hand.

“Looking for this?” he said with a grin.

“Thank you!” Lacey took the coat from him and started back out the door when she heard him say, “You won't get too far without these.”

“Give me my keys, Ross. This isn't funny.”

“I'll give them back if you will have one drink with me. What have you got to lose? An hour of your time, a half hour if you're a drinker.”

“Thirty seconds if I call security.”

“You wouldn't do that to your old friend, would you?”

“I just might. Okay, against my better judgment, I'll have one drink with you.”

They walked back into the bar he put his hand on her elbow, afraid she would run if he didn't. Lacey felt her knees go weak. How can this man do this to me? I should run the other way but I can't.

They talked for a while about the weather, about California and how Lacey missed the ocean but was happy to be living in Camden Corners.

“I'll be living here too, Lacey. I've accepted a job at the hospital.”

Lacey just stared at him. “How did this come about? Of all the places you could have gone, how did you end up in Camden Corners?”

“Do you remember the Claussens? They owned the drugstore near my apartment. They know you.”

“Of course, I remember them. We exchange Christmas cards each year. How do you know them?”

“Mr. Claussen paid me a visit after you showed up at the apartment that night. He wanted me to know what a heel I was for hurting an innocent young girl.”

Lacey shuddered, “You and your friends must have had a good laugh over that one.”

“No, we didn't. In fact, when he came to the door, I was alone. Annabel and Louie were out. The girl you saw me with was Louie's girl. I had to find a way to make you hate me and Annabel and Louie went along with the charade. I wasn't happy about doing that to you but I couldn't let you give up your life with your parents and your sister. You see, I never had a family who cared about me like you did. I had nothing to give you. At that point in my life I had no future.”

“You seem to be doing quite well, I can tell by the look of your suit that it didn't come off the rack at Sears. Did you find yourself a benefactor or should I say a benefactress?”

“Actually, I did. Mr. & Mrs. Claussen to be specific. They provided me with a home and an education. I could never have done it without them. I was determined to be worthy of you. Mr. Claussen is the one who encouraged me to try for the job at Memorial Hospital. I wasn't the most qualified applicant, but I think Mr. Claussen's recommendation was the determining factor.”

“Ross, I don't know what to say.”

“Say you will stay and have dinner with me. I owe you at least one meal after all the cheeseburgers you bought me.”

“I'd forgotten about those greasy things. I hope you have improved your diet since then.”

“Mrs. Claussen made sure of that.”

“They do have very good food here and I'm really hungry. This was the first day back to school after the Christmas break and those kids wore me out.”

It seemed everyone in town knew Lacey. The restaurant wasn't very crowded, mainly because the weather was bad. All of the workers in the restaurant called her by name. She saw a couple of her students and they all spoke to her. Ross had the feeling she was a very popular teacher. A fellow teacher called to her and asked if they were still on for Friday night. “Yes, Hank,” she answered. Ross knew a girl like Lacey wouldn't be sitting home alone at night, but he still felt a pang of jealousy.

During dinner they talked about her teaching career. They both felt the same about math. Lacey loved her teaching job. She wanted to inspire young women to give math a chance. Most of them had been conditioned to think it was a subject for boys only. She loved working with the girls basketball team. They weren't the most talented players in the area, but they did their best. Lacey believed everyone should have a chance and even the girls who were not five feet ten and above were welcomed to join.

“You have always been a caring person, Lacey. I think that's what attracted me to you when we first met.”

“Ross, please don't say any more. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to have dinner with you. There can never be anything between us. I hope you know that.”

“Lacey, I know I hurt you and I know I will have to prove myself to you, but please don't shut the door on a relationship between us. I have never forgotten you.”

“I'm sorry Ross, I can't do this. Thank you for dinner. Good luck with the job.” She put her coat on and felt for her keys. She was out of the restaurant and to her car before he could see the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Luckily the snow had stopped. She didn't have to stop to clean her car before she drove off. Ross stood in the parking lot wanting to stop her, but he knew he couldn't. He hoped she would come around.

Lacey's answering machine beeped at her as she entered her apartment. Her mother was the first caller. “Call me, whenever you get in. I want to know all about your evening. Isn't the new, cleaned up Ross gorgeous?” Next was from her sister wanting to know what happened tonight. The third was her mother again, she was worried when Lacey wasn't home at 8:30 and wanted her to call.

Lacey didn't want to talk about her evening with Ross but knew her mother would worry if she didn't call her back. She tried to keep it brief.

“We had dinner and talked, Mom. I won't be seeing him again.”

“Lacey, what happened? You sound upset.”

“I never could fool you. He wants to start up again. I just can't do it Mom. I didn't realize how much he hurt me until I saw him again. You know I have never had a serious relationship with a man since Ross. He has ruined my life. That sounds childish, but it's the way I feel.”

“Do you want me to come over there, dear? Sounds like you need a hug.”

“No, Mom, thanks. I'm tired enough to fall asleep, I have a busy day tomorrow and need to get some rest. I'll call you tomorrow.”

Lacey ended the call. She would call her sister in the morning, it was getting late and she didn't want to disturb her in case she was asleep. Thanks to the wine she'd had that evening and the fact that she was physically drained, Lacey was able to fall asleep quickly. She slept fitfully, dreaming of Ross McCoy. Her mother was right. He was gorgeous.

Ross decided it was best that he not try to contact Lacy. He concentrated on his new job at the hospital. He had much to learn and was determined to be the best he could be. He was given more responsibility than he'd had in his previous employment and he was happy to have something to focus on rather than Lacey. He put in longer hours than were required until Carl told him to ease up a bit. He didn't want his newest staff member to burn out before summer. “Take advantage of the fine skiing we have here, or if you prefer, you can borrow my snowmobile. We want you to stay in Camden Corners, Ross.”

The following Saturday, Ross rented a pair of skis and headed to the ski resort. Growing up in New Hampshire, he wasn't a stranger to skiing. He was introduced to snow boarding while living in California, but found he preferred the old fashioned skis. The air was crisp and the sun was shining brightly. Ross felt like a new man. It had been three weeks since he'd been with Lacey. He had tried to give her some space. She had a problem trusting men and he knew he was responsible for that. He had just about decided he was going to pay her a visit that afternoon when a skier whizzed past him. He recognized the hair color immediately. His heart skipped a beat as he realized it was Lacey. She made the mistake of turning to look back at him and ended up hitting a patch of ice and falling ungracefully into a snow pile.

He skied to her, concerned she may have hurt herself and was relieved it was only her pride that suffered.

“Did you follow me?” she said harshly.

“You are the one who came down that hill after I did. It looks, to me, like you are the one doing the following.”

“Ross McCoy. I was not chasing after you. Besides, you obviously don't care to see me since you haven't bothered to call me in three weeks.”

“I didn't think you wanted to see me again. The way you ran out of The Merryweather that night, I didn't feel exactly welcomed back into your life.”

“For someone who turned his life around, pursued an education and became an asset to society, you certainly gave up on us without a second thought.”

“Lacey, has anyone ever told you how exasperating you are? I practically threw myself at you and you ran away.”

“If you really cared, you would have stopped me that night.”

Ross had no more words to say to her. What happened to that docile young girl he had known? As infuriating as the new Lacey was, she was also irresistible. He cupped her face in his hands, tilted her head toward him and kissed her soundly on the lips.

Lacey couldn't move. She had loved this man for seven years and dreamed of this moment. Against her better judgment, she kissed him back. They were suspended in time until they heard some teenagers shouting and laughing as they whistled at the two of them standing in a snow pile with their arms wrapped around each other.

“Maybe we had better get off the mountain,” said Ross not wanting to let Lacey out of his embrace. “Shall we meet at The Merryweather?”

Lacey was about to agree when she remembered he had a room at The Merryweather. She didn't know if she trusted him or herself enough to be that close to his bed.

“How about the Pub on Main? They have the best Irish coffee. I think I could use one right about now.”

They skied together down the mountain. Lacey followed Ross in her car to the pub.

“It's about time,” said Cal, the bartender. “The whole town was wondering when you two would finally get together.”

“Welcome to Small Town, USA. I've heard of places where everyone knows your business, I just didn't believe it until we came to Camden Corners.”

“Good, lets get a booth and make out. We'll really give them something to talk about.”

“As tempting as it sounds, Cal is the father of one of my students and a member of the school board. I'd better be on my best behavior,” Lacey laughed.

Ross squeezed her hand under the table. “I've bought a house,” he said nonchalantly.

“You did? I guess you really are planning to stay.”

“I did think about leaving, but I do like the job and the people I work with. I saw you walking into Hemingway's one day last week. You were with another guy. I wasn't sure I could stay here and watch you from a distance, but maybe it was better than not seeing you at all. Anyway, this is a fixer upper over on Pine Road. It's a big house and needs a lot of work.”

“I love that house. It's the one with the wrap around porch. The stream goes through the back yard. I can't believe you bought it.”

“Would you like to see it? I closed on it yesterday. Alex Kelly is stopping by this evening. He is going to help me evaluate what needs to be done to get it liveable again. Carl says he's the best contractor around.”

“You are a man of many talents, I didn't realize you were a handyman too.”

“That is one more thing I have to thank Helmut Claussen for. He never called a repairman the whole time he owned the drug store. He fixed everything himself. He let me help him when I was living there and taught me everything he knew. After graduation, I lived in an old apartment house in California. There was always something going wrong. Mrs. Finley was a sweet old lady who had been taken advantage of by many repairmen. She got into the habit of asking me to make some minor repairs and before I knew it, I was spending my weekends as her handyman. I didn't mind. I didn't have much of a social life and I actually enjoyed the work.”

“I can't believe you didn't have a social life. I'm sure you had to beat the women off with a stick.”

“Not quite. I never found anyone who measured up to the one I let get away.”

Lacey looked away. “I don't believe you when you say things like that, Ross. You never acted like you even liked me that much. Thinking back, I was just a pest to you.”

“You forget how I grew up. I was taught at an early age never to show any kind of emotion. You were only eighteen and I was twenty two. Feeling what I felt for you was completely foreign to me. I didn't realize that I was falling in love until you were out of my life. I never stopped thinking of you and you were never a pest. Maybe I shouldn't be honest about the way I feel. Maybe if we took things slowly you would come to trust me.”

“That might be for the best. I have enjoyed being with you today and I would love to see your house.”

“Just one thing,” Ross said cautiously. “That guy I saw you with, is he someone special?”

“Yes, he's someone special to me, but he's more special to his wife. He teaches English at the high school. He gave me a ride to the restaurant because my car was in the shop. We were meeting his wife and about ten other people to celebrate another teacher's birthday. The only men in my life are friends.”

“What about Hank? I heard him ask if you were still on for the Friday night after we had dinner.”

“We were chaperones for a tenth grade dance. That is part of my job.”

“That's good to know.” He took her hand as they walked out of the pub and to the house on Pine Road. The snow was beginning to fall but neither one noticed the cold. As they walked up the steps of the porch, a board gave way causing them both to lose their balance. Ross caught Lacey around the waist and they fell into the snow at the base of the stairs.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Ross laughed as he took her in his arms once again.

A New Millennium

2012-12-28T01:00:00.000-08:00

A New Millennium

“Good morning, Holly,” Tracy said poking her head in Holly's office. “You look lost in thought.”

“Good morning, Tracy,” she replied. “I'm feeling a sense of sadness this morning. I guess the excitement of the new millennium has worn off. I saw the crew taking down the Christmas decorations and began to think of all those we have lost in the last couple of years. Aggie's passing has hit everyone hard. She was always so full of life, I guess we thought she would go on forever.”

“I know how you feel. It's been two months and I still look for her when we visit Melanie and Joe. She is with Hap now. Isn't it wonderful they had so many years together after being alone for so long?”

“Same with Lily and Lester Hemingway. Remember when Lester came to town and made himself at home in the old Penderghast house? Everyone thought he was just an eccentric old man. Look at the contribution he made to Camden Corners. Hemingway's is always a busy restaurant and it will keep Lester's memory alive for years to come. Lily was always stronger than anyone ever gave her credit for. I think it was because of her that Lester lived well into his 90s. He seemed to give up after Lily died. Have I succeeded in making you sad too?” laughed Tracy.

“I guess I am a little melancholy now. We do have new lives to celebrate. How is your new grandson? A Christmas baby for Mark and Robin.”

“Andrew Jack Crowley is wonderful. I am always amazed at the size of newborn babies. Grampa Jack can't get enough of him. He just stares at his grandson. He's a good baby so far. I hope Kelli's little guy is doing better. I understand he is suffering with his new teeth coming in.”

“He's better today,” replied Holly. “Can you believe we are talking about our grandchildren? Seems like only yesterday we were suffering through teething problems and diaper rash for our children. Where have the years gone?”

“Good morning, ladies,” came the booming voice of Donna Grant. “I trust you behaved yourselves on New Year's Eve.”

“We did, Donna. How was your New Year's celebration?”

“Mr. Penelope and I had a wonderful time watching the ball drop.”

“That poor cat, you are going to confuse him with that name.”

“He's used to it. When he looked at me with those big sad eyes at the animal shelter, I told him if he came home with me he would be called Penelope. He meowed in agreement. He knew if he wanted to be called Ralph or Butch, he was out of luck.”

Holly and Tracy laughed. As far as either of them knew, Donna had never been on a date with a man. She seemed content to be at home with her cat. Mr. Penelope was the third cat she'd adopted since moving to Camden Corners. Tracy and Holly mourned along with her when she lost each one of her best friends. Donna excelled at her job and was compensated well for her services. They knew she was reaching retirement age, but she assured them she would be there until the day they carted her off the premises.

“A young man checked in last evening. He is having breakfast now. He asked the desk clerk if she knew anyone named Lacey Marino. The girl fibbed, said she didn't know Lacey and gave me the fellow's name in case we want to follow up.”

“Julianna will be by in a little while. She is going to be taking photos to add to our website. I'll check with her to see if she knows the man. School started back today and I'm sure Lacey is teaching.”

Ross McCoy was sitting alone at a table near the window. He hadn't lived in an area with snow for several years and was enjoying watching it pile up on the grounds outside. He had come a long way from that arrogant kid he was at twenty two. He would never forget the day Mr. Helmut Claussen knocked on the door to his apartment.

He recognized the old geezer from the drugstore a few doors away. He started in right away about how Ross had broken a young girl's heart. She was much too young for him and he should never have started up with her in the first place. He tried to explain the kid just hung around him and he couldn't get rid of her. When she showed up at his doorstep with a suitcase in her hand, he knew things had gone too far. He did the only thing he could think of at the time. He made her think he and Anabel were together.

Mr. Claussen seemed to calm down after that. He told him he had done the right thing. He was proud of him for not taking advantage of the girl because she probably would have done anything he asked her to do.

Ross felt comfortable with the old guy. He asked Ross what he did to earn a living. Ross said he was learning to be a mechanic. He never had any formal training but seemed to have a knack for it. He was learning the trade from his boss.

It turned out Mr. Claussen was a teacher in the old country. He came to America for a fresh start and because he didn't speak English at the time, he was not able to continue teaching. He and Berta bought the drugstore with the last of their savings. He never went back to teaching, but he continued his interest in young people and their education.

“I always liked math in high school,” Ross told the old guy when he learned the subject Mr. Claussen taught. “Mr. Willard, my boss at the garage, likes me to check his figures at the end of the month. He talks about putting me in charge of the books one day. I think I'd like that.”

“Young man, why don't you go to school and become an accountant if you think you would like that line of work?”

“I have barely enough money to pay my share of the apartment. I have checked into the cost of college. Even community colleges are too much for my finances.”

“Would you allow me to make some inquiries? I think I may be able to figure a way for you to continue your education.”

Two days later, Mr. Claussen showed up at Ross' door again, this time with a stack of papers. “I have papers here for you to fill out and send to the college. Scholarship applications and grant applications. You do this, and I will advance you the money for the rest of your tuition.”

“Mr. Claussen, I can't let you do that, I am a stranger to you.”

“Nonsense, you are a boy who had some tough breaks. I am a man who owes my new country a debt of gratitude. If I can help a young person to improve himself, I will be a happy man.”

Mr. Claussen had a way of encouraging people to tell him their life story. Ross had been on his own since the day he'd graduated from high school. He came from a cold, indifferent family. His parents were divorced and he was shuttled back and forth between the two homes. He hadn't spoken to either of them since the day he left four years before. Mr. Claussen could see the good in the boy and could tell he was too smart to waste his life playing pool and drinking beer with his friends.

Ross was able to begin classes that same August. By December, Annabel moved into the apartment and was expecting a baby. Ross moved into the spare bedroom in the Claussen's home above the drug store. Ross didn't know how he was ever going to pay the Claussen's back for their generosity. Berta told him to do well in school, stay out of trouble and someday find Lacey Marino. She wouldn't be surprised if Lacey still dreamed of her prince charming in the form of Ross McCoy.

Seven years later, after four years of school and three years working in the accounting department of a hospital, Ross was sitting in the coffee shop of a resort in Camden Corners, watching the snow fall. He had a 10:00 appointment with the financial officer of Shane Howard Memorial Hospital. His friend, Helmut Claussen arranged for an interview at the hospital that just happened to be located in Camden Corners, New York.

His appointment was still an hour away. He had rented a car the night before. He decided, since he wasn't used to driving in snow, he'd better give himself enough time. He could wait at the hospital just as easily as waiting here.

He drove without a problem to the hospital. He was surprised when he saw the facility. It was much larger than he expected a small town hospital to be. He found his way to the executive offices and gave his name to the receptionist. “I'm early, I know,” he said. “I was afraid I might get stuck in the snow and didn't want to take a chance being late.”

“I'll let Mr. Hanson know you are here, Mr. McCoy,” the receptionist said.

Before long, Carl Hanson greeted Ross.

“Hello Ross, Carl Hanson.”

“Mr. Hanson, good to meet you.”

“Call me Carl, I'm glad you were able to make it through the snow, I'm sure you aren't accustomed to snow after living in California. My earlier appointment canceled because of it. Come into my office where we can chat.”

Ross followed Carl into his office and sat across at the small conference table.

“I'm going to be honest with you, you are one of three final candidates for the position. You don't have as much experience as the other two. However, that is not the deciding factor. I have received several letters of recommendation. Is Mr. Helmut Claussen a relative of yours?”

Ross smiled, “Believe me, Mr. Claussen is not like any relative I ever had. He is a kind old gentleman who took me under his wing. If it weren't for him and his wife Berta, I guarantee I would not be sitting in this chair today.”

Ross gave Carl a brief history of his relationship with the Claussens. He detailed his position at the hospital in California. He told Carl he had no qualms about moving east. He grew up in a small town in New Hampshire and actually had missed the change of seasons while living in California.

Carl told Ross a decision would be made by the end of the day and he would be notified. The men parted and Ross walked out to find his rental car covered with fresh snow. He thought the interview went well, but knew his lack of experience was not a plus for him to be selected for the position.

As promised, Julianna stopped by The Merryweather with her photography equipment. She snapped away at every nook and cranny of the lobby. She loved photography and had a small studio in the center of town. She worked by appointment only which left her plenty of time to visit with her daughters, Lacey and Erin and Erin's little girl, Callie. Erin was happily married to Jake Grayson, they were expecting a brother or sister for Callie in just three months.

Julianna was caught up in her work when she heard someone say, “Hello Mrs. Marino.” She turned around and saw a handsome young man standing there. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place him.

“I worked on your car in California several times. It's been a few years, I'm Ross McCoy.”

Julianna took a second glance. Granted it had been a few years, but she couldn't get over the transformation of the bearded arrogant young man who broke her daughter's heart.

“Hello, Ross,” she said rather coolly. “I would never have recognized you. How did you find your way to Camden Corners?”

“I'm here for a job interview. I don't think I will be accepted for the position, but I had to try. I would like very much to see your daughter, unless you have any objections.”

“Ross, Lacey is a grown woman. She is very capable of making her own decisions. I will tell her I ran into you. How long do you expect to stay in town?”

“I'll be here through the weekend. Tell me, is Lacey married or in a relationship?”

“No, there is no one special in her life. She is a math teacher at the high school. She also coaches the girl's basketball team and that keeps her quite busy.” To herself, Julianna thought, 'Of course she doesn't have anyone special in her life. She fell in love with you and you broke her heart in pieces.' Julianna knew Lacey had never quite gotten over her first love.

“Would you give her my card? My cell phone number is on there.”

“I'll give it to her. Ross, I want you to be honest with me. You broke my daughter's heart once and I don't want it to happen again. Are you married?”

“No, I'm not married. You see, Mrs. Marino, I never got over my first love.”

Ross was sitting in front of the television set, the evening news was on, but he wasn't paying any attention to it. He was remembering the sweet face of Lacey Marino. If only the Claussens had come into his life sooner. Maybe he and Lacey would be married by now. He was attracted to her from the first time she looked at him with those love sick eyes. He knew she had a crush on him. He thought of her as a pest and someone to take advantage of. She did buy him a number of cheeseburgers. He was embarrassed thinking back to those days. He'd had a chip on his shoulder and found it difficult to treat anyone with respect. Lacey deserved his respect and he just trampled all over her heart. His cell phone rang bringing him back to reality.

“Ross, Carl Hanson here. I've made my decision about the position you applied for.”

This is it, Ross thought to himself, he's letting me down gently.

“Ross, as I told you, your experience is far less than other applicants we were considering. However, I think you would be a good fit for the hospital. I'm offering you the job at that salary we discussed when you were in my office today.”

“Thank you, Carl, I accept the offer. You can't know how much this offer means to me. I look forward to starting the first of the month.”

Just as Ross ended the conversation, the telephone in his suite rang.

“Mr. McCoy, you have a visitor. Lacey Marino is here to see you.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Please ask her to come up.”

There was a pause on the line and then he heard a vaguely familiar voice.

“Mr. McCoy, this is Ms. Marino. I will not join you in your room. If you are interested in meeting me, I will be in the bar.” He could hear the click of the receiver in his ear.

“Lacey, your hands are shaking, are you alright?” said the desk clerk.

“I'm fine, Ellie, I just never thought I'd hear that voice again, it brought back memories that I'd prefer to forget.”

She walked to the bar and sat down trying to calm herself before greeting the man she never did get out of her system.

“Lacey, you look wonderful,” Ross said as he walked toward her not knowing whether he should give her a hug or a handshake. Seeing the look in her eye, he decided neither would be welcome.

“Ross, I wouldn't have recognized you,” she lied. She would know those eyes anywhere. “You have changed since our last encounter.”

“Yes, I'm wearing a shirt.”

For seven years, Lacey tried to erase the vision of him shirtless with his belt unbuckled. It was a very painful time in her life and yet she couldn't seem to forget that day or the man himself.

“I'd like to explain about the last time we were together.”

“Ross, we were never together. I was a foolish teenager who threw myself at you. I can't even blame you because you never encouraged me. I embarrassed myself enough. I'd rather we didn't talk about it any more. My mother told me you were in town. I thought if I saw you again, I'd be able to face the past without the shame I have felt all these years.”

“Lacey, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I was the one who acted like a jerk. Maybe I didn't encourage you, but I certainly didn't discourage you. There is something you need to know about the last time we saw each other.”

“I know everything I need to know. This was a mistake.” Lacey got up to leave.

Ross caught her arm. “Don't go, please,” he whispered. “I love you.”

Lacey was speechless. She was tempted to slap him, but thought better of it.

“What kind of a fool do you think I am. Get out of my way and go back to California. I never want to see you again.”

She grabbed her purse and her scarf. She practically ran to the parking lot not even feeling the cold until she realized she had left her keys in her coat pocket and she left her coat in the bar.

The Prize Winners

2012-12-27T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Thirty Two

The Prize Winners

“Ladies, we just received the strangest request in the mail today,” said Donna, Tracy and Holly's assistant.

“What is it Donna?” Holly asked.

“It's a letter from someone named Robin Stillman. Seems she and her friend Leslie Butler have an aunt and uncle respectively who are, according to their nieces, facing a lonely life without someone special in it. Robin's aunt will be thirty on her next birthday and Leslie's uncle is almost thirty two. They are both college professors, one in Greensboro and the other right here in Camden Corners. The young ladies, who are students at the university here also, have concocted a scheme in which they pretend to enter their relative's name in a drawing for a week at The Merryweather in adjoining suites. They are asking if we are willing to confirm the hoax. There is a sample of the congratulatory letter to be sent to each of the victims.”

“I must say, Donna. We have had many strange requests and this one is right there among them. Let me ask Jack about the legality of sending the letter before we answer the young ladies. I'm not sure I like being a party to such a scheme without meeting the instigators in person. Shall we ask them to pay us a visit?” said Tracy.

“That's a good idea,” said Holly.

“As soon as we get Jack's opinion, would you set a time for the girls to come in?”

Jack looked over the letter and chuckled. “I don't see anything wrong with it. Your letter shouldn't allude to the fact that there was a contest involved. Just a note of congratulations on being a recipient of a week at the resort will be enough. Anything in the name of romance, huh?”

“You know you get a kick out of people finding love at The Merryweather. It happened to us, remember?”

“How could I forget?” Jack pulled her close and kissed her.

“Mr. Crowley, is this the way you treat all your clients?” Tracy said in mock horror.

“Only the beautiful ones who get free legal advice,” he laughed and kissed her again.

Robin answered the phone in the tiny apartment she shared with her friend, Leslie.

“Hello, Ms. Grant, thank you for calling. Leslie and I would be happy to meet with Mrs. Crowley and Mrs. Burke. Would this afternoon be convenient? We were hoping to schedule our relative's stay quickly, they will both be starting the new school year very soon.”

“They will be able to meet with you at 1:30 if that is a good time for the two of you,” replied Donna.

“We will be there. Thank you again, Ms. Grant.”

Promptly at 1:30 that afternoon, Robin and Leslie appeared in the lobby. Tracy stepped out of her office to greet them.

“Good afternoon, I'm Tracy Crowley, won't you come into my office. Mrs. Burke will be along shortly, she is handling a housekeeping problem at the moment.”

“Mrs. Crowley, I'm Robin Stillman and this is my friend Leslie Butler. Mark said you would go along with our plan. He said you were a pushover for romance.”

“You know my son, Mark? He's right, I am a pushover for romance, I just didn't realize he knew that about me.”

“Here is Holly now.” Tracy introduced the girls. “Why don't you tell us about your idea. We don't want to be a party to any kind of practical joke or cruel prank.”

“Oh no, Mrs. Crowley, we wouldn't do a thing like that. My aunt is Bonnie Stillman. Her brother is my father. Bonnie was born after my dad left home. My grandmother died when Bonnie was only ten years old. My dad was going to school in New Jersey. He and my mother had only been married a year at that time. Mom and Dad wanted to have Bonnie come live with them, but Grandfather wouldn't hear of it. The years went by. Grandfather wouldn't let Bonnie have friends over and never let her date a boy. She wasn't allowed to dress like the other girls in school or wear any kind of makeup. She has always worn her hair in a bun at the back of her head. Grandfather passed away last year and Bonnie moved to Camden Corners to begin her tenure with the university. She is twenty nine years old, almost thirty and she looks older than most grandmothers. I have gotten to know her for the first time in my life. She is a very sweet person. She has no idea how to dress or how to make herself attractive. Leslie, tell Mrs. Crowley and Mrs. Burke about your uncle Richard.”

“Our stories are pretty much the same. Richard was born a few years after my father left home. In this case, my grandfather passed away when Richard was just a baby. My grandmother was lost without her husband and coddled Richard through the years. My dad tried to talk to my mother about letting Richard play with other children, but she refused to listen. Because he sat in the house everyday and never played ball or rode a bike with the other kids, he developed a weight problem. That didn't help his self esteem and he was ridiculed throughout school. My grandmother passed on three years ago. Richard finally learned how to ride a bicycle and rides his bike to the university in Greensboro most days. He has slimmed down and is quite nice looking except he has a full beard and shaggy hair. I can't figure out where he gets his clothes but I suspect they are left over from my grandfather. He needs a complete makeover. This is part of our plan.”

Robin spoke up. “Our plan is to tell them both we entered them into a drawing and they won. The first phase is a complete makeover. New hairstyles, makeup for Bonnie and a good grooming for Richard. All new outfits. Our parents are aware of our plan and are willing to foot the bill. Mom says Bonnie has mentioned that she feels very frumpy with all the young girls at school but she won't change a hair on her head. We figured if it came from an outside source they both would be more willing to go along with it. Even if they don't, we expect to pay for the rooms we are renting from you.”

“It sounds like you girls have a solid plan,” said Holly. “I can't help but wonder, if these two people do agree to makeovers, how can you be sure they won't just stay in their rooms for the entire week? Seems they have both lived rather reclusive lives.”

“We did think of that. That is the reason for the adjoining rooms,” said Leslie. “Robin and I plan to visit them while they are here and we will just happen to run into each other. Being best friends, of course we will open doors so that we can chat.”

“Mark knows all this and he has offered to take all of us for rides on his boat.”

“Mark is in on this too?” said Tracy. “I can't believe my son has become a matchmaker. What do you think, Holly, should we go along with the scheme?”

“I don't know, I hate to put a damper on your enthusiasm girls. What if the plan backfires. What if one of them falls for the other and the feeling isn't mutual. You have then succeeded in hurting one of them and embarrassing the other.”

“We have thought of that Mrs. Burke. We think it's worth the risk. They are two very lonely people. If there is a chance they can be happy together, we would like to take that chance,” said Robin.

“Why don't you just introduce them and see what happens?”

“Our mothers have tried that, Mrs. Crowley. They are much too shy to agree to be set up with a date. That is why we concocted this scheme,” said Leslie.

“If Holly agrees, I will go along with the plan. I just hope no one gets hurt.”

“It's alright with me, girls. Start the ball rolling. Let's see what dates we have available. Most families have chosen to rent the cabins instead of the suites during the summer. I think we have the Watson and Bentley suites open. They are adjoining and named after one of the most romantic couples of their time.”

“Thank you so much. Mark said you two are a couple of neat ladies and he was right,” said Robin.

“How well do you know Mark, Robin?” asked Tracy.

“He's in a couple of my summer classes.”

“She's crazy about him, Mrs. Crowley. I think Mark likes her too and that's why he agreed to help us.”

“I hope he does like you, Robin. You seem like a very thoughtful young lady.”

“Thank you Mrs. Crowley,” Robin said beaming. “Mark is going to meet us here. He thought you would say yes and he wants to begin the final plans. He stopped by Mrs. Mackenzie's house to see if she could recommend a hair stylist and makeup artist. I hope he found someone who is willing to keep our secret.”

“Hi, Mom,” Mark said as he poked his head in the door. “Great plan, isn't it? I told Robin I knew you would go along with it.” He turned to Robin and Leslie. “Mrs. Mackenzie gave me the name of a hair stylist. She even called her and we are all set up for this Thursday. Her name is Bridget and she is sworn to secrecy. Mom, do you mind if we use Donna's computer to print up the winning notices?”

“You'd better use mine. I think Donna is using hers.”

“I'm through with my task.” said Donna from the doorway. “I knew you would agree so I went ahead and printed a notice from The Merryweather. It's just like your father suggested, Mark. Maybe you'd better follow the same guidelines for the makeover notice.”

“I certainly hope this project remains a secret, before long everyone in town will know what's going on,” said Holly.

“We don't have to worry, Mrs. Burke, Bonnie and Richard are oblivious to their surroundings. They won't know what hit them until they are bitten by the love bug,” said Leslie. “The hard part will be convincing them to accept their prizes.”

Robin walked up the stairs to her aunt's third floor apartment. Aunt Bonnie must have chosen the only gloomy building in all of Camden Corners. Such dark hallways. I thought they'd torn this place down years ago, she said to herself. She knocked on the door. “Aunt Bonnie, it's Robin.”

“Hello, Robin. It is very nice to see you. You said you have something exciting. You aren't getting married are you, I know you have had many beaus but I didn't think there was anyone special.”

“No, Aunt Bonnie, this isn't about me, it's about you. I entered a contest a few weeks ago and I won first prize. It is a complete makeover including a new wardrobe and a week's stay at The Merryweather Resort.”

“Oh, how nice for you. I don't think you need a makeover. You are pretty enough just as you are.”

“Thank you Aunt Bonnie. I hope you won't turn me down. You have always been so good to me, I'll never forget the excitement of opening the mail on my birthday and finding a crisp bill inside the card you sent. I think it's my turn to treat you and I'd like you to use the prize. Wouldn't you like to have a makeover and some new clothes before you start another school year. Plus a week at the fanciest resort this side of Buffalo. Please say yes.”

“Oh my sweet child. I couldn't accept your generous offer.”

“Why not, Aunt Bonnie? Please let me give you something from my heart as you have always given from yours. You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings now, would you?”

“Your grandfather would never approve of such a frivolous thing.”

“Maybe Grandfather wouldn't approve, but I think Grandmother would.”

“Do you think she would? I barely remember her. I do remember she had beautiful long hair. She would let me brush it for her.”

“Yes, I have seen pictures. She always wore it down or on top of her head with curls around her face. You look like her Aunt Bonnie. She was very pretty and so are you.”

“I'm going to do it! Will you come with me for the makeover? Oh dear, I'm so excited. I feel like Eliza Doolittle.”

“I'll pick you up at 11:30 on Thursday. We will go shopping after and have lunch at The Merryweather, you can check in anytime after 2:00. Oh Aunt Bonnie, I can hardly wait.”

Bonnie couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day.

“That was easier than I thought. Mom was right, Bonnie has been anxious to change her look, she just needed to hear that one of her parents would approve. Mark, I never knew my grandfather very well but I think he must have been a real jerk.”

“It's too bad Bonnie's father and Richard's mother didn't get together. They sound like they would have made a great pair,” said Mark. He thought of his own grandparents. He would have to remember to tell them how glad he was to have them in his life.

“Leslie has gone with Eric to Greensboro. She is afraid her uncle will turn her down flat.”

Leslie knocked on the door to the house her father grew up in. She suspected nothing had been remodeled in it since the day her grandparents moved in.

“Leslie, how nice to see you. Is that your young man in the car? Why don't you have him come in.”

“Maybe in a little while Uncle Richard. I want to talk to you about something.”

She told him the story of the contest and explained how she would like him to take advantage of it. She thought a complete makeover would be good for him and he worked too hard during the year. He really did need a vacation before school started again.

“Leslie, what a sweet girl to want to give me your prize. I just might take you up on it. I have been thinking of shaving this beard off. It really is too warm in the summer. I notice my lip perspires when I have ridden my bicycle for any length of time. Would you believe I have never had a vacation. I have heard about The Merryweather. If you are sure you won't use the prize, I will gladly take it off your hands.” He gave his niece a bear hug. “Now, where and when do I get my makeover?”

“You have an appointment at 1:30. We will go shopping for a new wardrobe at around 11:30. Eric has offered to come with us. He has excellent taste in clothing. I'll ask him to come in so you two can meet.”

Two days later, Bonnie was sitting in the hair stylist chair watching as the hair that reached her waist was being trimmed, shaped, highlighted and blown dry. The makeup artist came in and showed her how to apply makeup. The transformation was remarkable. Bonnie looked ten years younger and felt pretty for the first time in her life. From there Robin took her to the nicest boutique in town. As previously arranged, Melanie met them there. She had a knack for picking out just the right outfit for any occasion and any woman.

“Bonnie, you have a lovely figure, I think you should show it off. That tiny waistline will be the envy of your female students. Your other attributes will be appreciated by the males in your class.”

Bonnie blushed when she tried on a form fitting dress, but had to admit, she looked like the photos in the magazines her father never let her buy.

She was loaded down with packages when she crossed paths with Professor Richard Butler. He had just walked out of the salon and was looking at his reflection in the window. He couldn't believe how different he looked. He had grown the beard years ago to help cover the fullness of his face. He didn't need to cover any part of himself up anymore. He had to admit, he looked pretty darn good.

Robin escorted Bonnie to the Watson Suite. Bonnie was amazed at the beauty of the place. “I could get used to living in a place like this.” She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She hardly recognized the woman staring back except for the gray dress she was wearing. She reached for the first bag and pulled out a short sundress in pastel yellow. “I think I'll wear this tonight. Robin, do you think I dare go downstairs to the cocktail lounge. I may have a glass of sherry to celebrate my new look.”

“You will look lovely, Bonnie. Let me find the lemon colored shoes we bought to go with the dress while you change. Instead of sherry, why not try a glass of wine. I think you will enjoy that more.”

“Aren't you too young to drink alcoholic?”

“A couple of years but Dad lets me have a little wine once in awhile at home.”

Bonnie walked out of the bedroom. Robin had to blink back the tears.

“Bonnie you look wonderful.”

“I do, don't I?” she said innocently. “I feel wonderful and it's all thanks to you.”

At the same time, Richard was dressing in his new slacks, shirt and sport coat. He had to admit, he looked much better than he looked just this morning. He walked out of the bedroom. Leslie and Eric were waiting for him.

“Uncle Richard, you look gorgeous,” Leslie said

“Nobody would ever guess you are over thirty, sir,” said Eric.

“Thank you, I think, Eric. Leslie dear, are we meeting the young lady in the bar?”

“What young lady?”

“The young lady you got me all gussied up for. You don't think I bought that story of you winning a makeover, do you? Nobody your age enters a contest where the top prize is a makeover.”

“And we thought we were being so clever. It's almost time to meet them. Shall we adjourn to the bar. Wish we could toast your new look that will have to wait a couple of years. By then you and Bonnie will be celebrating your second anniversary.”

Richard heard the door open next door. He stopped and stared at the young woman who was walking into the hallway. She turned around and saw him looking at her.

“Hello,” she said in a whisper.

“Good evening,” he replied.

“Robin, are you going to introduce me to my date?”

“Aunt Bonnie, how did you know?”

“Your mother has been trying to get me to come out of my shell for years. You are your mother's daughter. I just wondered how far you would take your little scheme.”

“Your niece?” asked Richard.

“Yes, and this must be your niece,” replied Bonnie.

“Nice girls, aren't they? How do you do, I'm Richard Butler.”

“It's very nice to meet you, Richard. My name is Bonnie Stillman.”

Richard took her arm. “May I buy you a drink? I believe the bartender is waiting for us.”

“I would like that very much.”

They were married three weeks later. They spent their honeymoon at The Merryweather in only one suite and it wasn't adjoining any other room.

Richard never grew another beard and Bonnie never bought another gray dress. Richard sold the big house in Greensboro and transferred to the university in Camden Corners. The couple bought a new house built just east of the Rossi Vineyards. There were big windows in every room with plenty of sunlight shining in and plenty of bedrooms for the five children who came along in quick succession.

Lacy's Broken Heart

2012-12-26T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Thirty One

Lacey's Broken Heart

After getting directions from her weeping daughter, Julianna hung up the telephone.

“Mom, what's wrong? Is it Dad?” a frightened Erin said.

“No, it was Lacey. She must have slipped out of the house. I thought she was in her room sleeping. Erin, she rode her bicycle to that boy's apartment. It's in a terrible neighborhood. She wants me to come get her. Erin, she was crying her heart out.”

“I'm going with you.”

“No, I don't want you going to that neighborhood at this time of night.”

“Mom, I'm not letting you go alone.”

“Okay, get dressed quickly. I should have checked on her but she was in such a snit, I thought it best to let her be until morning.”

“Don't blame yourself, Mom. If Lacey wanted to see Ross, she would have found a way. I'm surprised she didn't take the car. I guess she didn't want you to hear her and follow her.”

“It may have been better, she would have been safer driving home than on that bicycle.”

Mr. Claussen, the proprietor of the Claussen Drug Store began to lock the front door when he noticed a young girl standing by the telephone booth. He opened the door.

“Young lady, what are you doing there?” he asked. “This is not a safe place for you.”

“I'm alright, my mother is coming to pick me up,” she said between sobs.

“Berta, come quickly, there is a young lady here who is very distraught.”

“What is wrong, my child, are you hurt?” Mrs. Claussen asked.

“I'm fine, thank you,” Lacey answered trying to stop the flow of tears.

“You say your mama is coming for you. Come inside to wait for her. This is not a safe place for a young girl to be. Helmut, go get the young lady a cup of tea, I suspect she may be suffering from a broken heart and tea will soothe her.”

Lacey followed the older woman into the store. “I don't want to be any trouble.”

“Nonsense, you are no trouble at all. Would you like to tell Berta why you are crying?”

Berta Claussen reminded Lacey of the people who lived in Camden Corners. The place she said she hated just a few hours ago. She found her voice and through her tears she told Mrs. Claussen she had made a fool of herself.

“I have disappointed my mother and my sister. I was such a fool to think Ross McCoy could love me. I was mean to my sister and I was rude to my mother. I don't know if they will ever forgive me.”

Mr. Claussen brought the tea. “I'll keep an eye out for your mother. We don't want her to worry when she doesn't see you standing by the phone booth,” he said.

“My dear child, you aren't the first girl to fall for the charms of a young man who is not worthy of you. The same thing happened to our daughter, Hilda when she was only sixteen. She ran away from our home to be with a hoodlum. She, too, felt great love for the boy. As it turned out, he was just toying with her affections. She came home brokenhearted. Of course, we forgave her. She is now married to a wonderful man and they have given Helmut and me five grandchildren to love. I know you don't believe it now, but you will fall in love with a young man one of these days. He will be welcomed into your home and you won't have to slip away in the night to be with him.”

Helmut Claussen poked his head in the door. “I see an automobile headed this way. Yes, it must be the girl's mother.” He waved her down. “Your girl is safe inside with Berta,” he said as the car pulled to the curb.

Julianna and Erin rushed from the car. “Lacey, are you all right? Are you hurt? Let me look at you. Thank you so much for taking care of my daughter. I was so worried when I realized she was out and alone this time of night.”

“Please come in, we have plenty of tea. You are shaking, I think you'd better calm down before you attempt to drive home. Your daughter is a dear girl. She has had a disappointment this evening, but I can tell she has a loving mother and sister to help her through her sadness. Helmut will put her bicycle in the back of your automobile while we sit and chat for a moment.”

Mrs. Claussen told her their experience with their daughter. “Right now, Lacey's dreams of living happily ever after have been crushed. In time, she will forget about this boy, our Hilda did.”

“Hilda has five children, Mom. She met someone who loved her back. I guess I was just being a fool. Ross never cared about me at all.”

Julianna hugged her daughter. “I should have listened to you. I know you don't want to go to Camden Corners. Maybe we will be able to work something out so you can stay here in California.”

“Stay in California? Why would I want to do that? I would miss you and Dad and Erin way too much. You know, I don't think I will miss Ross as much as I thought I would. I didn't like that awful place we used to go. It was stinky and all he did was play pool and drink beer. I can't wait to climb the hills of Camden Corners and go swimming in the lake. It seems so long since we have seen our cousins. Erin, I can't wait to see Samantha's new boyfriend. He's the mystery writer, Cooper Dillon.”

“I know,” said Erin. “He's a dreamboat. A little old for us but just right for Samantha.”

“Lacey is going to be just fine,” said Berta. “You have two very special girls there.”

Julianna thanked the Claussens again and hugged them for taking such good care of her daughter. She drove home with the girls chattering away. She knew, in time, Lacey would fill her in on the details of what happened tonight. For the moment she was happy to have her daughters together and laughing again.

Rick's assignment was completed. He was unemployed and ready to start a new life in his home town. On the long trip from California to Camden Corners, the family stopped in places the girls had only read about. Rick enjoyed the scenery found along the route. He had been out of the country for extended periods of time for the last twenty years. He had missed so many milestones in his daughters' lives and was determined to make up for it now. No more traveling except with the entire family.

Julianna listened to her daughter when she told of going to Ross McCoy's apartment, finding him half undressed with his arms around a woman and the humiliation she felt when his friend all but propositioned her. Julianna held her daughter close. She wished she could have saved her from that ordeal. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Ross had simply done the right thing and staged the scene Lacey walked into.

After the long trip, they finally saw the sign 'Welcome to Camden Corners'. They were all glad to be home. Rick drove directly to Aggie and Hap's home. Aggie insisted the family stay with them until they were settled into a place of their own.

“This was your house many years ago, back when I was your housekeeper. Rick was always neat as a pin, Julianna. I never could understand why he needed a housekeeper. He rarely raised a speck of dust,” said Aggie.

“The girls will make up for that Aggie.” The whole family loved Aggie and Hap. They were getting on in years but still going strong. Hap's heart condition was well under control thanks to Aggie's watchful eye.

Melanie and Joe came through the door without knocking. “Welcome home! It is so good to have you here permanently. Samantha wanted to be here to greet you but she is at the hospital. She should be home soon,” said Melanie.

“We can't wait to meet her boyfriend. Is he as cute in person as he is on the cover of his books?” asked Erin.

“Much better looking than that,” came a strange voice. Erin looked up and into the eyes of Cooper Dillon. Her face burned as the color rose in her cheeks.

Everyone laughed as Melanie introduced Brad to the Marino family. “Samantha was such a precious little girl, I'll have to embarrass her sometime and tell you all about her escapades,” said Julianna.

“I'd like that, she can be the heroine of my next novel.”

“Oh no she can't,” came Samantha's voice from the porch. “Looks like I got here just in time to greet my nanny.” Samantha hugged each and everyone of the newcomers.

“He's dreamy,” whispered Lacey.

“I think so too,” answered Samantha.

“Let's go out on the porch,” said Aggie. “Hap is in there fixing drinks. I'd better watch him before he splashes a little extra vodka in his orange juice. I can't trust that man for a minute.”

“Poor Hap, he can't get away with anything with Aggie around.”

“Oh, he loves the way she fusses over him. He was alone for so many years, he is enjoying all the attention. Tracy and Holly have planned a welcome home party for all of you. I hope it isn't too much on your first day here,” said Melanie.

“No, we'd love it. It will be so good to see everyone, I can hardly wait to get involved with the theater. How did Holly do in her staring role.”

“She did a wonderful job. She said she was scared to death but you would never know it. I'll let her tell you who got her through that difficult first night.”

“I'll bet it was one of the folks in the portraits on the wall. I will never forget how that photo of Iris seemed to come alive. I have her to thank for being alive myself,” said Julianna.

“Are you still talking about the ghosts of Camden Corners past?” said Rick.

“Yes, and you believe it too. You told me that one night.”

“I never said I believed in ghosts, I was distracted by a real live person that looked especially sexy standing in front of me. I'd have agreed to anything.”

“Dad!” Erin said in disgust. “Lacey, lets get out of here before the conversation gets too gross. Let's walk over to the pool at the Merryweather, maybe we will run into some of our cousins.”

“Hey, if your mother hadn't been so sexy, you two would never have been born. I was a confirmed bachelor before I scooped her out of the lake.”

“What beautiful young girls,” said Aggie. “I can't believe they are grown up and ready to start college. Time is going by so fast. I'll bet they left many broken hearts back in California.”

“No, they both had friends, not real boyfriends in school. Lacey had an unfortunate crush on an older fellow. It was touch and go there for awhile but it seems she escaped from that situation without harm to anything but her ego.”

“Sam's boyfriend is really cute, don't you think Lacey? I hope they get married. I'll bet they'd have beautiful children.”

“I think they probably will. Did you see the way Brad looked at her? That man has fallen hard. Wouldn't you like to be in love? I thought I was but you see how that turned out.”

“I don't want to be in love yet. It doesn't fit into my plan for another ten years.”

“Erin, I can't believe we are twins. You are so practical. You never do anything that you haven't planned out a year before. I can't wait to fall in love. I don't think romance is anything you plan for.”

“Well, I'm planning for it. Look, there are a bunch of kids in the pool. Let's go over and see if we know any of them.”

Jake Grayson was playing catch with his brother Josh. He had forgiven him for the motorcycle incident. Josh threw the ball and it splashed in the water and bounced out of the pool. Jake climbed out after it. The ball landed at Erin's feet. She looked into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Jake looked up and smiled. “Sorry, I hope I didn't get your clothes wet.”

“No, they aren't wet at all,” said Erin. Lacey looked over and saw her shirt and shorts were soaked.

“Are you staying at the Merryweather?” Jake asked.

“No, we just moved here.” Erin said as she took a deep breath. What was wrong with her, she had never reacted to a boy like this before.

Lacey knew she had to help her sister out. She was acting like a zombie. “Hi, I'm Lacey Marino and this is my sister, Erin. Our father was born in Camden Corners and he have moved back here to go to the university. Are you from around here?”

“No,” he said as he looked back and forth from Lacey to Erin.” We are from New York. We come here every year. I'm Jake Grayson.”

“Come on Jake, let's finish our game,” called his brother. Jake ignored him.

“There is a party tonight for your family right here at the Merryweather. You must be pretty special.”

“No, not special. My mom lived here for awhile with Melanie Mackenzie and her daughter Samantha. Erin, tell Jake how Dad saved Mom from drowning,” she prompted.

“Yeah, that's how our mom and dad met. They are married now.” Erin was mortified, she couldn't seem to focus. Her palms were sweaty and she felt like she was going to throw up. “We'd better go, Lacey.”

“It was very nice to meet you Erin,” Jake said slowly. He gave Lacey a look of sympathy and went back to his game.

“Erin, what in the world is wrong with you? I've never known you to freeze up like that around a boy or anyone for that matter.”

“Oh Lacey, I couldn't help myself. Isn't he the most gorgeous boy you have ever seen in your life. Oh no, I'm sure he thinks I'm a nut case. I'm so embarrassed.”

“Embarrassment is my department, let's get you back to Aggie's maybe you need some food or something.”

I'm going to have to find out what is wrong with Erin Marino, thought Jake. She certainly didn't act normal. Too bad, she is really good looking.

“I'm getting out, Josh. I'll see you in the cabin.” Jake showered and changed his clothes. The party tonight seemed lame earlier when he first heard about it. Now he found himself looking forward to seeing Erin again.

He walked to the lobby and spotted Tracy. “Hi Tracy, may I ask you what you know about Erin Marino? I understand the party is for her family tonight.”

Tracy smiled. “Have you met Erin already? She and her sister Lacey are great girls.”

“Is Erin different?” Josh asked.

“Different how? She and Lacey are fraternal twins if that's what you mean, I think they look quite a bit alike, but their personalities are very different.”

“Is Erin shy?”

“Shy? No, I never considered her shy. She was valedictorian of her class. I understand she gave a wonderful speech. I don't think a shy person would be able to do that. I'll be sure to introduce the two of you tonight.”

“We already met down by the pool. She acted kind of strange, that's all. Well, thanks Tracy, I'll see you tonight.”

“Oh Samantha,” said Erin when she got back to Aggie's. “I have made the biggest fool of myself. I don't know what got into me. I was telling Lacey how I don't want to fall in love for at least ten years. I have my whole future planned out and love doesn't enter that picture for years. There was a boy at the pool and when he came up to me, I froze. I couldn't speak. I know he thinks I'm not all there and I don't know what to do. He is so cute. I have ruined everything. I'll bet he falls for Lacey and I'll be miserable for the rest of my life.”

“Erin, this is great. You have always been so disciplined. Even as a little girl, you never played with a new toy until the one you had in your hand was put back in its proper place. You always waited your turn for a swing and never tried to sneak in front of someone else. Nothing was ever spontaneous with you. Now you have your life planned and you found out what it was like to have a whopper of a crush on a guy. If you want my advice, go for it. Don't worry about what tomorrow might bring, who knows, this boy may turn out to be a real drip.”

“Go for it, huh? If Jake Grayson doesn't run from me, I think I will do just that.”

The party had just started when Erin spotted Jake across the room. Erin turned to Lacey. “I'm going to go for it. I'll catch up with you later.”

She walked directly to Jake with her head held high. She took a deep breath. “Hi, Jake, I want to apologize for the way I acted earlier. I wasn't myself.”

Jake was surprised and pleased that the girl could speak coherently after all. “You aren't on drugs, are you?”

“No, nothing like that. Maybe someday we'll talk about it. Tell me, where do you go to school?”

“I'll be right here in Camden Corners. I decided to transfer here. They have a good reputation and I like to ski. It didn't take much to get my parents to agree. They like it here. They were married in this town. They were both running for the senate seat my grandfather held for years. Neither really wanted it but they had been talked into it. They were married and both quit the race. Your folks met here too, didn't they?”

“Yes, let me tell you the story of Iris Taylor and the magical spell she cast over Samantha Mackenzie.”

Jake and Erin were inseparable for the rest of the evening. They took a walk on the beach in the moonlight. Jake turned to her and asked what she was going on with her. “You know, I'm hoping to get into the medical field, I won't hold it against you if you have a problems with seizures or any other kind of episodes.”

“Seizures, episodes, what ever gave you that idea?” cried Erin. “Oh, it was the way I behaved earlier. It's just that I had my life all planned out and then something happened that made me rethink my timetable. Let's just say I met you when my plan was changing and it didn't set well with my psyche. Does that make sense?”

“No, to be honest it doesn't. I was hoping you were so mesmerized when you saw me that you were speechless.”

“What would you say if I told you there was some truth to that?”

“I'd say 'who needs to talk?'” He put his arms around her and pulled her close kissing her. They were both speechless as he kissed her again and again.

Lacey walked out on the balcony, looked down on Jake and Erin and thought to herself, 'I guess Erin got over her speech problem.' She smiled as she walked back inside the ballroom.

Holly's Debut

2012-12-25T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Thirty

Holly's Debut

“Steve, settle down. You are making me nervous with your fidgeting,” said Holly as she was attempting to straighten her husband's tie.

“I can't believe you are so calm, Holly. Tonight is your first time on stage and you act like it's just another ordinary show at the old opera house.”

“It is just another ordinary show. Just because I'm in it doesn't make it special for the folks who are in the audience. This is something I have thought of and planned for many years now. I'm going to enjoy myself and that's all there is to it. Besides, our friends and neighbors make up the audience and they will forgive me if I flub my lines.”

“You won't flub your lines. You will be brilliant tonight.”

“If I'm going to be brilliant, why are you so nervous?”

“Because I love you. Now, let's get going or we will be late. I promised Andy Logan I'd be there early to help set the stage,” Steve said as he gave his wife a good luck kiss.

Tracy was already at the theater when Holly and Steve arrived. “I'm just here for moral support. I know you will be great tonight. You'd think I was the one performing. I'm as nervous as a cat.”

The cast and crew had all arrived. Melanie assured them everything would go smoothly. “Holly, remember there will be applause when the curtain opens unlike in rehearsal. Wait until it begins to die down and then pick up the telephone receiver and speak your first line.”

At exactly 7:00, the curtain opened. Just as Melanie said, the audience was applauding. Holly walked to the table, reached down to pick up the receiver and froze in place. She couldn't move her legs. She forgot her line. She wanted to run and would have but her feet seem to be glued to the floor. She had never known such fear.

The audience was silent.

Holly heard her name being called. It wasn't a voice that was familiar to her. Her eyes followed the voice without turning her head. Millicent Merryweather Stout Harvey was standing before her.

“It's not possible, you can't be here.”

“I'm here dear, I have been watching you since the day you and Tracy decided to turn my lovely home into a place of activity and joy. I will always be grateful to you for that. I will stand right here beside you as you speak your lines this evening. You can do it, just open your mouth and the words will flow.”

“It's too late, I had my chance and now I look like a fool. I don't know whatever made me think I could act. I'm a middle aged woman who has no business up here on this stage.”

“Nonsense, you and your friend built a successful business when you were barely out of your teens. Everyone said you couldn't make it work, but it did. This is no time to give up.”

The vision of Millie disappeared, but Holly could feel her presence by her side. She picked up the receiver and spoke her lines clearly.

What seemed an eternity to Holly had only been a moment, the audience thought it was an intentional pause.

Holly delivered an exceptional performance. She would finish the run of the play but decided it would be her last. She had accomplished what she set out to do on stage and now she wanted to concentrate on being an innkeeper with her good friend Tracy. She still couldn't believe what happened this evening. She found herself looking around for Millie to appear.

Tracy hosted a small celebration at The Merryweather after the show. When the crowd began to thin out and Holly had a chance to speak with Tracy alone, she told her about her visit with Millie.

“I know you will think I have lost my mind, Tracy. I have never seen a ghost who looked so real. Not that I'm an expert at ghosts, mind you.”

“If you have lost your mind then I'm afraid I've lost mine too. Last Wednesday, when you were at rehearsal, I walked by the gallery. I heard a voice and turned around. There was no one there. I looked up at the wall and Millie's lips were moving. She called me by name and told me I'd better check on the gentlemen in the Taylor Suite. It was like I was in a trance. I went to the front desk, unlocked the safe and pulled out the pass keys. I didn't even knock, just unlocked the door and walked in. There was Mr. Carmichael lying on the floor. The water in the tub was just beginning to overflow. I called 911 and the paramedics came shortly after that.”

“I remember, you were shaking when I got back. Mr. Carmichael was a diabetic, wasn't he? He was so grateful to you for helping him. I asked you how you knew the man was in trouble and you said you didn't know, it was like someone had told you to check on that room.”

“Holly, do you think our imaginations are playing tricks on us? I wonder why Millicent Merryweather is talking to us after all these years.”

“I don't know. Her voice was very pleasant. It was as though she was a mother speaking to her child. I remember thinking she sounded like people must have one hundred years ago. She said she was grateful to us for what we did with her home.”

“Are you going to mention this to Steve? Jack will tell me I need a vacation. Maybe we should both think about doing just that. The ghost of Millicent Merryweather Stout Harvey is speaking to us from the great beyond.”

“What are you two talking about?” asked Melanie. “You look like you have seen a ghost.”

“What if we told you that is exactly what happened? Maybe you should call Joe, I'm sure he knows of a couple of padded rooms somewhere.”

“I'm not sure either one of you is imagining ghosts,” replied Melanie. “Do you remember when we first came to Camden Corners and Samantha was mesmerized by Iris Taylor's photograph? Iris warned her that Julianna was in danger. Thanks to Samantha's screams, Rick Marino was able to pull Julianna to safety and saved her from drowning. I still shudder when I think of what could have happened to her.”

“I'd forgotten about that,” said Tracy. “How are Julianna and Rick? I hope they are planning another visit soon.”

“Better than that, I just received a letter from Julianna this morning. Rick has decided to retire from his job at the newspaper. Julianna says the traveling is getting old. She and the twins used to go with him often when they were younger but it had become more difficult as they were growing up. Lacey and Erin were both accepted at the university here in Camden Corners and Rick suggested they move here too. He's planning to try his hand at writing.”

“That's wonderful news,” said Holly. “I know Julianna has often said Camden Corners felt more like home to her than anywhere she has lived. It's hard to believe those little girls are all grown up and ready to start college.”

Meanwhile in California, Julianna is sorting through her kitchenware deciding what items she will pack and what she will give to the thrift store. She hears the car pull into the driveway and a few seconds later Erin opens the back door.

“Hi Mom,” she says cheerfully.

“Hi Dear, is your sister with you?”

“Yes, she's coming, she's sulking, as usual.”

Without a greeting, Lacey opened the door and with a scowl on her face said, “I'm not going. You can't make me. I hate Camden Corners.”

“Lacey, you know you can't stay in California by yourself. I know your friends have offered to put you up but they are all going out of town to school. You would be on your own in a month. What would you do to earn a living? You have never held a job before. If you think you will be able to support yourself on minimum wage, think again.”

“Ross will let me move in with him and his buddy,” she said with a satisfied look on her face.

This was the first time Lacey had mentioned living with Ross. Julianna tried not to show the panic she felt. Ross McCoy was an auto mechanic in town who had worked on Julianna's car. She sent the girls to pick up the car about a month ago. When they returned, Lacey was smiling broadly and seemed to float through the air.

“What's up with your sister?” asked Julianna.

“She's in love,” Erin replied. “The minute she saw the mechanic, she fell for him. He didn't pay any attention to her until his buddy whispered in his ear. I didn't hear what he said, but I didn't like the look in his eyes. He started flirting with her and Lacey fell for every line. He said he'd be by to pick her up after he got off work. I don't like it Mom. This guy is way out of Lacey's league.”

The evening came and went and there was no sign of Ross McCoy. Julianna was relieved. She trusted Erin's instincts and hoped that was the end of the Ross McCoy.

Lacey cried herself to sleep that evening. The next day, she borrowed her mother's car and drove to the garage.

“Look kid, you are cute and all that but you are too young for me. I'll bet you aren't even out of high school yet.”

“I am too, I graduated in May, I'm eighteen.”

Ross wasn't a bad guy. He enjoyed life and never took anything or anyone seriously. Lacey wasn't his type, but he knew she was from the country club crowd. Maybe, through her, he could broaden his horizons. “Tell you what, kid. I'm off for lunch in thirty minutes. I'll let you buy me a burger in the joint down the road.”

“I'll wait for you Ross,” Lacey said with stars in her eyes.

Forty five minutes later he came out of the garage. Lacey was afraid he would get grease on the seat of her mother's car. Instead, he told her to get out of the car. He hopped on his Harley, and she hopped on the back. Lacey couldn't believe she had her arms around Ross McCoy's waist as he drove the few blocks to the tavern. It was like no place Lacey had ever been before. The air was thick with smoke, there was a strong odor of beer, it was so dark her eyes weren't able to focus. She could hear the sound of people playing pool. Ross led her to the bar and they sat down.

“You can't sit here honey. Ross, you know better than to bring a kid in here. At least sit at a table out of the way,” said the well endowed barmaid.

“I'm not a kid,” argued Lacey.

“Are you twenty one?”

“Come on kid, we'll sit over here. Don't try to argue with Ruby, she'll win every time.”

Ruby smiled at the couple. That poor kid doesn't know what a mess she's gotten herself into, she thought to herself.

Ross didn't know what to make of Lacey. He'd had his share of women, but none as innocent as this kid. She was a looker, that was for sure. He knew she would be an easy conquest, but somehow he felt protective of her.

They continued to see each other. Lacey lived for the time she spent with Ross. She was content to just be in his company although she dreamed of the day he would take her in his arms and make passionate love to her. She had never exchanged more than a few kisses with a boy, but she knew she would be a willing partner with Ross.

Rick called his family every time he had an opportunity. He was usually on the other side of the world reporting the latest disaster.

“Rick,” said Julianna during one of the calls. “I'm worried about Lacey. Erin says she is seeing the mechanic where we take the car. I have yet to meet him. Lacey thinks he's wonderful but refuses to bring him by the house.”

“It must be Ross McCoy. I've met him. He seems like a decent fellow. I can't picture him with someone like Lacey though. He's a little rough around the edges. I'll pay him a visit when I get home.”

Julianna couldn't wait for the day she would have Rick all to herself. They had been separated more often than they'd been together in the last few years.

“Ross, what are you gonna do about the kid?” said his roommate, Louie. “She's getting to be a pest. She told Ruby the other night that she was hoping you'd let her move in with you. You know how I feel about chicks being here. I don't care if they come over but I don't want to live with them.”

“Yeah, the kid's beginning to be a real problem. Her folks are moving back east soon. She was all set to go with them but now she thinks she wants to stay here. I'm gonna have to let her down easy. I like the kid and I don't want to hurt her feelings.”

“You're just a softie, right?”

Lacey slammed the door to her room. She wasn't moving to Camden Corners and that was the end of it. Ross loved her, she knew he did even though he never said the words. She packed a few of her clothes. She'd come back for the rest after her mother realized she was not moving with the rest of the family. She quietly walked down the stairs, out the front door and around to the side of the garage where she kept her bike. It took her almost an hour to reach Ross' apartment. Her excitement kept her pedaling even though her legs were tiring. She knocked on his door. Ross, Louie and Louie's girl, Annabel were in the kitchen. Louie was the closest to the door, he opened it and without greeting Lacey, yelled for his friend. “The kid's here and it looks like she's here to stay.”

Lacey had never been to the apartment before. Ross knew he had to do something to put an end to this. “Annabel, play along with me will you?” He took off his shirt and loosened the buckle of his belt. He threw his arm around Annabel and walked to the front door.

“What do you want, kid?” he said taking a swig of his beer. “I'm kinda busy.”

Annabel played her part well. She nuzzled his neck. Louie understood what was happening and said. “Hey kid, I'm not busy if you want to come in, you and I can have some fun.”

Lacey's stared at them in disbelief. She felt her legs go weak. She turned and ran down the stairs still clutching her overnight bag. Tears were streaming down her face.

Ross started to go after her. “Let her go, buddy,” said his friend. “It's better this way.”

“I know, but I feel like a louse.” Ross McCoy finished his beer in one swallow and reached for the bottle of scotch he saved for special occasions.

Lacey reached the intersection. There was a pay phone outside of the drug store. She dialed her home. “Mommy, will you come pick me up?”

The Distraction

2012-12-24T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Twenty Nine

The Distraction

“Hello Samantha, I understand you are the one who called for help when you came upon the fellow in an overturned car. He's lucky you were there to stop the bleeding. He's going to be fine. Maybe a headache for a few days, but no permanent injury. He's been asking to see you. He seems to know you. Are you holding something back from your mom and me?” Joe Mackenzie said with a wink at his daughter.

“No, Dad. I ran into him at the cabin this afternoon. Do you know who he is?”

“Bradley Clifford? Should I know him?”

“You may know him by his pen name, Cooper Dillon.”

“No kidding! And my daughter saved his life. I'm impressed. Who is this young fellow?” Joe asked looking at a nervous Josh.

“This is Josh Grayson, he was there when the accident happened. Josh is Margie and Ken Grayson's son.”

“Hi Josh, your folks must be in town. It will be good to see them again. I think I treated you for a broken ankle a few years ago.”

“No, that was my brother. Everything cool always happens to him.”

“You were cool today, Josh. He held a rope that was wrapped around me so I could rescue Brad's manuscripts and typewriter.”

“I don't think I want to hear the rest of that story, it sounds dangerous, Samantha. You know your mother won't be happy about that.”

“I'm fine, thanks to Josh. Is it alright if Josh goes in the room too? He wants to make sure Brad is okay.”

“Sure, he's making noises about leaving anyway. I'd like him to stay for a day, but I can see I'm not going to win that argument. I'll see you at home later, Aggie is fixing a light supper before the show tonight.”

“See you, Dad.”

Samantha poked her head around the curtain where Brad was. “Feel like visitors?”

“Hello Samantha, I understand you saved me from bleeding to death this afternoon. I guess I owe you, how about dinner?”

“Oh yes, I'd love to share your beef broth and lime gelatin,” she laughed.

“No, I mean a real dinner. What's a good restaurant in town?”

“Brad, I'd like you to meet Josh Grayson. He has something he'd like to say to you.”

Josh's face flushed. He fought the urge to cry. After all he wasn't a baby. “Mr. Clifford, I'm really sorry I made you drive your car off the road. I was on my brother's motorcycle and I didn't see you.”

“Josh, it wasn't your fault. I wasn't watching where I was going. You see, I was looking in the rear view mirror. There was a beautiful girl in a Jeep following me. I didn't notice the bend in the road until it was too late.”

“Thanks Mr. Clifford, that makes me feel better.”

“Josh,” said Samantha, “would you mind getting that package I left in the waiting room?”

“Sure, I'll be right back.”

“That was nice of you, Brad. Josh was scared to death. He thought he had killed you.”

“No sense having the kid be consumed with guilt just because he was being a kid. Besides, I really was looking behind me. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I enjoyed our visit today. Thinking of that helps take my mind off the fact that two months of work has gone up in flames. The sheriff told me the car caught fire and there is nothing left.”

Josh opened the door carrying a box. “Samantha saved your typewriter and your novels, Mr. Clifford. I held the rope wrapped around her while she pulled them out of your car.”

“You did this for me? Samantha, I owe you much more than a dinner. How about a Rolls Royce?”

“Wouldn't I look dandy tooling around town in a Rolls? This is Camden Corners, Brad, not the Hamptons. Besides, I like my little Jeep.”

“You don't know how much work you saved me. If I tried recreating these manuscripts, it would have taken me another three months. You are an angel.”

They could hear voices in the hall.

“That's my Dad. I'm gonna get it now,” said Josh.

“I'll go with you while Mr. Clifford puts some clothes on. Maybe the nurses can find you a shirt without bloodstains in lost and found, I'll check.”

“Margie, Ken, so good to see you,” said Samantha as she hugged her old friends.

“Where's my bike, you punk?”

“I'm sorry I took it Jake. It's okay. Samantha tied it to a tree. She wouldn't let me ride it back down here.”

“Son, why did you take it in the first place? We talked about this. You are not old enough for a license. What you did was illegal and someone was hurt because of your actions,” said Ken.

“Yeah Dad's gonna ground you til you're twenty one,” added Jake.

“Jake, be quiet. You aren't helping.”

Samantha spoke up. “Mr. Clifford doesn't blame Josh, he said he was distracted and that is the reason he went off the road.”

“Yeah, he was distracted because he was looking at Samantha. He really likes her, I can tell. Guess who he is. He's Cooper Dillon, the writer. He's really a neat guy. Samantha saved his life and his manuscripts.”

“Samantha, you have had a busy day. Thanks for taking care of Josh for us.” said Margie. “We'd better get you fellows back to The Merryweather. Will we see you at the play tonight?”

“I hope so, since our patient insists on leaving the hospital, I think I may have to watch over him. We don't want any setbacks.”

“Good, just what I wanted. A beautiful watchdog. If you can point the way to a barber shop, I think it's time I rejoined polite society and got rid of this beard. Maybe if I look presentable, you will allow me to escort you to opening night.”

Samantha introduced Brad to the Graysons. They were concerned for his health and suspected he was letting Josh off the hook.

“Josh, I hope you remember exactly where the bike is, we don't have much time Grandma wants to visit with some of her friends before the show.”

“I know just where it is, Dad. It is in a safe place.”

“It better be, punk. If you hurt my bike, I'll hurt you.”

“Jake, do you remember a couple of years ago when you went for a joy ride in your grandfather's golf cart? You totaled the thing. Did Grandpa hurt you back then?”

“No, sir.”

“Okay, now be quiet, his father said. “Josh, you are off the hook for this one, but if anything like it happens again, you will be thirty five before you drive anything with wheels.”

“Thanks, Dad,” said Josh as he gave his brother a look of satisfaction.

Samantha dropped Brad off at the barbershop. “I'll go to the drugstore and buy you a few toiletries while you are in there. There's a men's shop around the corner, that lumberjack shirt the nurse found isn't quite you.”

Brad walked out of the barber shop clean shaven with a fresh haircut. Samantha could feel her pulse beating a little faster. The picture on the back of his books didn't do him justice. It didn't take him long to purchase a few articles of clothing. He picked out a sport coat to wear to the play.

“I'm sorry I couldn't save your suitcase, Brad.”

“No big deal, there wasn't much in there. I have plenty of clothes in New York.”

Samantha felt sad thinking of him going back to New York. She was looking forward to spending time with him right here in Camden Corners.

“Are you sure your folks won't mind if you bring home a guest unannounced?”

“No, they'd mind more if I left you on your own. As I told you, Aggie, our neighbor and dear friend, is preparing supper tonight. She is our unofficial cook. You will like Aggie and Hap. They are getting on in years and tend to say exactly what is on their mind. Hap was my mother's agent during the time she was making films. When she told him she was giving up show business to marry my dad, he flew here to convince her not to abandon her career and ended up marrying Aggie and staying right here in Camden Corners himself.”

“Does anyone leave Camden Corners? There must be a magnet in the middle of town pulling people here. You sure the place isn't haunted?”

“More like magical. If you are looking for excitement, Camden Corners is not for you. However, if you enjoy the simple things in life, good friends and neighbors and a picturesque town complete with a gazebo in the village square, it's a nice place to be.

“Not that we don't have our battles and feuds, you should be here at election time or during the sailing and rowing regattas held on Labor Day weekend. Last year, Horace Smith bonked his brother Herbert on the head with an oar. His wound required twenty two stitches. Obviously, neither brother was declared the winner of the race. Herbert forgave Horace and they each vowed to beat the other in the race this year.”

“Are you on the payroll at the Chamber of Commerce? You love your town, it's in your voice when you speak of it. How about boyfriends?”

“What about them?”

“Do you have one?”

“No, there is no one special in my life. That saying 'Always a bridesmaid, never a bride,' that's me.”

“The guys in this town must be blind. Either that or you are holding out for someone more worldly,” Brad smiled at her.

“Yes, I'm holding out for someone who looks like a bear and drives off cliffs,” said Samantha as she pulled into the driveway of a big old friendly looking house with a wrap around porch.

“I happen to know someone who fits that description.” He reached over pulling her close to him. Samantha gasped in surprise as he kissed her. She looked at him and when he pressed his lips against hers again, she kissed him back.

“I've been wanting to do that since I saw you standing in the cabin trying not to notice that I was only wearing a towel,” Brad said, in a husky voice.

“Samantha Mackenzie, who are you kissin' out there? It's about time you brought home a beau. Who are you, young fella?”

“Let me guess, that's Aggie,” said Brad.

“That's Aggie all right. We won't hear the end of it tonight. Just ignore her when she starts talking about weddings.”

“No, I think I'll listen to what she has to say. You never know when information like that will come in handy.”

Samantha was falling more in love with every word he spoke. She knew she was opening herself up for heartbreak, but she didn't care. She wanted to enjoy every moment she could with Bradley Clifford until the day he left Camden Corners to go back to his real life.

“Samantha, dear. You have outdone yourself with this one,” Aggie said as she took his hand. “Young fellow, I'm Aggie Hazzard. I hope you know you are breaking the heart of every single man in Camden Corners.”

“I guess they'll have to find their own girl, Aggie. Samantha is taken. At least, I hope she is,” he looked at her with his eyes shining.

“Aggie, you stop that talk. You are embarrassing Brad, he doesn't know you like I do.”

“I'm not embarrassed. I like the idea of knocking off all the competition,” Brad said laughing.

Samantha didn't know what to think. Brad was a writer and could come up with all the right words. She had to keep in mind that fiction was his line of work.

“Let's go in the house, I'll introduce you to the rest of the family. I'm sure they will mind their manners,” she pretended to scowl at Aggie. She loved the old woman so much she could never be upset with her even though her face was red with embarrassment.

“Brad, come on in.” Joe Mackenzie called out. “How are you feeling? Any headache, nausea?”

“No sir. I'm doing great. Your daughter is taking very good care of me.”

Samantha introduced him to her mother. He couldn't help but feel a little star struck. It had been twenty years since Melanie Fairchild was on screen, but she looked just as lovely as she had all those years ago.

“I'm looking forward to the play tonight. Samantha said she could probably get another ticket for me.”

“We'd love to have you Brad. I hope you enjoy the show. We are just an amateur group, but what we lack in experience, we make up for in enthusiasm.”

“Mom, I told Brad to plan to stay here tonight. That way, if he has any problems because of his injury, Dad and I will be here to help him.”

“That's a good idea. Brad you are more than welcome. The guest room has its own bath, I'm sure you will be comfortable there.”

“Mrs. Mackenzie, I don't want to impose. I'm sure I'll be just fine. I thought I'd check into The Merryweather for the night.”

“I know for a fact that they are booked solid tonight. Plan on staying here. We won't take no for an answer,” said Melanie.

Brad couldn't remember when he had a more enjoyable time. Samantha's family made him feel as though he belonged. Her brother, Robbie mentioned that he had written a few articles for the school paper. Brad offered to look them over. “You'd be surprised, Robbie how many authors started just that way.”

Luke talked nonstop about baseball. His twin sister, Staci talked nonstop about Grady Carter who was on Luke's baseball team.

After dinner, as Samantha was clearing the table, Aggie shooed her away. “Samantha, go take a walk on the beach with your young man. Your brothers and sisters will help with the dishes tonight.”

They wrinkled their noses but didn't complain. They liked Brad and thought going for a walk was a good idea.

“We'll be back in plenty of time to change clothes and be at the theater early.” They walked hand in hand down the path to the beach. If they'd turned and looked back they would have seen seven pairs of eyes following them until they were past the curve and out of sight.

Jed's Place

2012-12-23T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Twenty Eight

Jed's Place

“Today marks twenty years since the opening of The Merryweather. I don't feel twenty years older, do you Tracy?”

“I don't feel old, but I think this day has been more traumatic than the day I turned forty.”

“Yes, I agree,” Holly said. “Maybe we should think of the good times and the people we have met along the way. That reminds me, Margie and Ken Grayson have a reservation. They are celebrating their twentieth anniversary.”

“I'll never forget the day I walked in on them in Margie's suite. It was obvious the political opponents agreed on something. Margie tells me her father is still going strong. Senator Holmes mellowed as soon as he became a grandfather. I wonder if the children and Margie's folks will be with them this year?”

“Yes, the reservation is for nine. I spoke with Margie on the phone. Their oldest will be going off to college this fall. She is afraid this may be their last vacation together.”

“There are quite a number of twentieth anniversaries being celebrated, including both of ours. It's nice to think The Merryweather had a part in so many of them.”

“Oh, here is Samantha. She said she was stopping by with my costume for the play tonight,” said Holly. “Can you believe I will be performing on stage? I'm a nervous wreck.”

“Hi Samantha, dear. Thank you for dropping this off. I could have picked it up later. How's your mother? Is she nervous about the show tonight. I hope I don't let her down.”

“Holly, you will be terrific. Mom told me just this morning that you are a natural. Tracy, you'll be there tonight, won't you?”

“I wouldn't miss it for the world. The whole family will be attending. Joe said you folks had a serious trauma case at the hospital yesterday. Are you doing all right, Sam?”

“It was a horrible accident. A family headed for vacation. A child was killed. It isn't easy to forget those cases. I'm headed up to the cabin with my journal this morning. It is always so peaceful up there. I can get lost in my writing.”

Tracy and Holly both hugged their young friend. Samantha captured their hearts when she was only six years old and came with her mother to the opening of The Merryweather. Melanie Fairchild was a popular movie star of the day. She met Dr. Joe Mackenzie during her stay. She retired from show business and married the good doctor. Melanie reopened the old opera house and has organized and run the community playhouse ever since. Holly Burke talked about taking acting lessons for years. With the children growing and not needing her constant attention, she finally found the time. She would be performing for the first time this evening.

Samantha drove her Jeep up the steep hill to the cabin that she had discovered when she was still in high school. She and her friends often hiked in the area. The cabin had been built over one hundred years ago by a mountain man named Jed Finnegan. He was a hermit and was feared by the children of the village. Cody Hill, who had been born to the mountain life befriended the old gentleman. Eventually, the children and their parents came to embrace Jed and his wife Clovis as special friends and good neighbors. After Jed and Clovis passed on, the cabin sat vacant.

Samantha loved the old place and the peace and quiet of the secluded land. Although there was no electricity, she would gather her schoolwork and drive up the hill. The sunlight streaming in through the window gave enough light for reading. She would sit at the old wooden table and study until dusk.

After graduation, she found the cabin still held a comfort for her. The journals left by the ladies of Camden Corners nearly one hundred years ago had intrigued her and she began jotting down her own thoughts and feelings.

She noticed the grass around the door had been trampled and the window was open. It wouldn't surprise her if some of the local teenagers had discovered the place. She opened the door and was surprised to see dishes in the sink. She called out “Is anyone here?” There was no answer.

Suddenly, the back door opened and there stood a man wrapped in a towel. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a month. He was dripping wet after bathing in the stream, the towel was so wet it wasn't doing much except covering the lower half of his body, much to Samantha's relief.

Samantha looked into his eyes and saw kindness in them. She knew immediately that she wasn't in danger.

“I've come at a bad time. I see you aren't prepared to receive visitors,” she said with a giggle.

“You are right about that, if you will excuse me, I will step into the other room and make myself presentable. Oh, there isn't another room, is there?” said the stranger.

“I guess I'd better step out. I'll take a walk down by the stream while you are dressing.”

Shortly after, he came up behind her fully clothed. She turned around.

“How long have you been up here? You look like a mountain man with that beard.

“I'm not sure, I came up sometime in April. What is the date now?”

“You have been up here without electricity for two months?”

“It's not so bad. Without electricity, there is nothing to disturb you unless a beautiful girl appears out of nowhere. I'm Brad Clifford. I'm a writer who had a serious case of writer's block and decided I needed a change of scenery.”

“I'm Samantha Mackenzie. How did you ever find this old cabin? Most people don't know it even exists.”

“My great grandmother lived in Camden Corners. She married my great grandfather who knew the man who built this cabin. When the old guy passed away, he left the cabin to my great grandfather. Seems the cabin was his but the land it's on is public property. I came up here last summer to see what I could find out about it. When I was having a difficult time with my writing this spring, I remembered this place and brought my old manual typewriter up here and was able to write again.”

“What do you eat? I see you have dishes in the sink so you must have found something besides berries. Maybe raccoon fricassee or possum stew?”

“I know I come from a long line of mountain men, but my diet is strictly store bought. It's been cool enough up here that I have only had to go into town once a week. Dry ice and a cooler help but now that the weather is warming, I may need to cut my visit short. Why are you up here all by yourself?” he asked. “Hiding from anyone in particular?”

“No, not hiding. I find the quiet here refreshes me. I didn't realize how long it had been since I'd come up, I usually spend quite a bit of time here in the spring and now it's summer. What type of writing do you do, Brad? I wonder if I have read any of your work?”

“I write under the name of Cooper Dillon. Some historical novels but mostly mysteries.”

“You are Cooper Dillon? I can't believe it. I have read every one of your books. Your historical novels are fascinating and your mysteries are the best. I have never once guessed who the villain is in any of your stories, you fool me every time and I'm usually pretty good at guessing the culprit before the end of the book. I can't believe you are Cooper Dillon, you are usually so..”

“Clean shaven?”

“Yes, clean shaven.” Samantha was going to say good looking but was glad she stopped before the words spilled out of her mouth.

“Where did you get the name Cooper Dillon?”

“That was the name my agent stuck me with. He didn't think Bradley Clifford was fitting for his client. His name is Harvey Cooper and he liked the western TV show with the lawman named Dillon. I always thought it should be reversed but Harvey liked it that way and I didn't fight it.”

“I didn't realize I was interrupting a best selling author. I'll leave you to your work.”

“No, don't leave. I didn't realize how much I missed another human voice. The clerk in the country store isn't much of a conversationalist. Come into the cabin and have a cup of coffee. I'll even make a fresh pot.”

Sam followed him into the cabin. She was admiring the width of his shoulders when he turned around and she felt him reading her mind. “Tell me Samantha Mackenzie, what do you do in Camden Corners? I see you brought a journal with you. Are you also a writer?”

“No, only for my own pleasure. I'm a nurse. I work on the trauma team at Memorial Hospital.”

“I'll bet you have some stories to tell.”

“Many stories, most with happy endings, unfortunately, they don't all end that way.”

“Do you become hardened to tragedy after awhile?”

“I hope I never do. You have to keep your emotions in check while aiding the victim, but we are all human and watching the suffering of patients and their families is never an easy thing to do. Enough about that, tell me what you are working on. How soon will I be able to buy it?”

“It's been so peaceful up here I have two manuscripts ready to send off to my editor. It could be months before they are published. He likes to earn his keep so he always makes me do rewrites. I think I'm ready to get back to civilization. I remember vacations in Camden Corners when I was a kid. We always stayed in a resort on the water. I think it was called The Merryweather. Is that still in existence?”

“It's still there and better than ever. In fact, I just came from there. It was my first home in Camden Corners twenty years ago. My mother and I came for the weekend and we never left.”

“Just you and your mother? I'm sorry, Samantha, that is none of my business. The story teller in me is always too curious for polite company.”

“That's alright. My dad died in an accident when I was very young. Mom married a local doctor, Joe Mackenzie, who adopted me. I think his being a doctor and my first dad dying of a head trauma influenced my decision to go into nursing.”

“Where is your home? You said your mother came for the weekend.”

“I'm originally from Los Angeles. Mom was an actress, Melanie Fairchild. She still acts sometimes but mostly she directs at the community theater.”

“Your mother is Melanie Fairchild?”

“She used to be. She goes by Melanie Mackenzie now.”

“My mother is crazy about her movies. She has every one of them on video. I can't wait to tell her I met Melanie Fairchild's daughter.”

“I can't wait to tell my mother I met Cooper Dillon. I know your photo is on the back of your books but I guess I always thought you were an older man. You have certainly accomplished a lot for someone so young.”

“I don't know about that, I just write books. I don't save lives like you do. I'll clean up a little and head to Camden Corners. I hope I'll see you again, Samantha. I have enjoyed our talk today.”

“I enjoyed it too. I think I'll go out back and pick some wild strawberries before I leave. I noticed they were ripening nicely. Drive safely.”

Samantha filled two canvas bags with strawberries. I'm sure Aggie will be happy to have these for Sunday dinner tomorrow. She has been talking about making a strawberry pie. Aggie was still pampering Sam and her mother. Sam knew it was time for her to be on her own. She had been looking at apartments but she loved living with her family. Her brother, Robbie was nineteen and a college student. The twins, Staci and Luke were almost fourteen. It seemed the younger children had grown up before her eyes.

Samantha was just getting into her Jeep when she heard Brad start up his car. She waved as he drove down the dirt path to the road. She could see his car in the distance and also saw a motorcycle ahead of Brad careening out of control. The accident happened so fast. Brad swerved to avoid the motorcycle and slid off the road and down an embankment. The motorcyclist stopped and was standing looking helplessly at the car lying on its side down below. Samantha grabbed the cell phone she always carried with her in case she was needed during an emergency at the hospital. She pulled the Jeep over to the edge of the road and ran to the spot where Brad had gone off the side. She climbed down the rocks to where he was. She could tell immediately he was unconscious and bleeding. She called the emergency number she had programed into her phone. Because of her experience locating trauma victims, she had memorized the area and was able to tell dispatch exactly where the car had landed. She took the sweater she had tied around her waist and applied pressure on the gash in his head. Visions of what her father must have gone through entered her head. “I can't lose you,” she said out loud. Not knowing whether she was speaking to her father or Brad Clifford. She felt for a pulse. It was weak, but still there. It seemed an eternity until she heard sirens. The paramedics took over, strapped Brad to a stretcher and transported him to the hospital.

The young motorcyclist was horrified that he caused someone to be hurt. “I didn't know he was behind me. I hope he isn't going to die.”

Samantha tried to console him. She knew he felt guilty because he was driving carelessly and didn't realize the danger he was putting himself and others in. “I have to get to the hospital but first I have to get to the car. There are some very important papers in there. Samantha carefully opened the back door of the car. It was hanging precariously over the ledge. She knew she was in danger but had to rescue Brad's manuscripts. The car swayed as she reached for the box on the seat. Brad's old typewriter was sitting on top. The box was awkward and Samantha was having a difficult time moving it without moving the car too.

“Wait!” cried the young boy. “I found a rope in the Jeep. Tie this around your waist and I'll hold on to the end. I'm afraid you and the car will slide off the cliff together.”

Samantha caught the rope and tied it around her waist. The car was shifting each time she made a move. She carefully caught the side of the box and tugged. The car went over the side and landed upside down on the rocks below. The rope and the boy holding it with all his might was the only thing that saved Samantha from going over the edge along with it.

She gingerly walked back up to the road holding the box in her arms and hoping the manuscripts were inside.

“Thank you. That was good thinking, I never would have made it if you hadn't found that rope.”

“May I go to the hospital with you? I would like to make sure that man is alright,” he said.

“Of course. What's your name?”

“Don't you remember me, Samantha? You taught me to swim when I was just a kid. I'm Josh Grayson.”

“Josh, I should have recognized you. When did you grow so tall? You must be here with your folks. Are your grandparents with you too?”

“Yeah. Everybody's here. I'm gonna be in big trouble. That bike is Jake's, he doesn't know I took it. I just get tired of Jake getting everything. I want a bike of my own, but Dad says I have to wait until I'm old enough for a license. Gosh Samantha, that's a whole year away. After I caused that accident, I'll never get a bike.”

“Josh, it probably seems like you have it rough with an older brother but sometimes it isn't that easy being the oldest either. Let's go to the hospital. We can call your folks from there. I'll tell them how you helped me save Cooper Dillon's two new novels.”

“That was Cooper Dillon, the author? Dad is really gonna kill me, he's Dad's favorite.”

An Old Fashioned Christmas

2012-12-22T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Twenty Seven

An Old Fashioned Christmas

“Sam, I need to tell you something. I don't think you are going to like it so I want you to promise you won't get upset when I tell you.” Peggy said, fearful of what the shock might do to her husband's heart.

“For heaven sake, Peggy, what in the world is wrong? Have you been keeping something from me about your health? Is it Emily? Molly? If you don't spit it out, I swear I will have a heart attack.”

“See what I mean, I haven't even told you and already the pulse is throbbing in your neck, I can see it. Nothing is wrong with any of us. It isn't bad, just surprising after all these years. Please, just sit and stay calm.”

Sam sat on the dining room chair but was not calming down. “I'm calm, now say what you have to say.”

Peggy took a deep breath. “Nick Jordan is in town and he knows about Molly.”

“Nick Jordan has come back to Camden Corners. Why is he here? Does Emily know? Where's Molly? How do you know this?”

“Sam, please. It's not as bad as you think.”

“Not as bad as I think? That lowlife took advantage of our daughter, he got what he wanted and then walked away leaving Emily alone with his baby. I could wring his neck.”

“Sam, he isn't a lowlife. Yes, he left our girl alone to raise his child, but it wasn't his intention to disappear. Sam, really awful things happened to the boy after he left Camden Corners. Thanks to the kindness of Lester Hemingway, he made something of himself. He is here to help Lester with the restaurant. He had no idea Molly existed. He guessed she was the result of his liaison with Emily.”

“Liaison? That's not what I'd call it. He took advantage of Emily. We both know that.”

“Sam, what happened between the two of them was eight years ago. Would you trade Molly for our daughter's lost virtue? I think not. No matter how Molly came into this world, other than Emily, she is the best thing that has ever happened to us and you know it.”

“You are right about that. Does Emily know what his intentions are? I hope the scoundrel doesn't think she is going to marry him after all this time.”

“Sam, I wouldn't make any rash statements like that. I wish you could see the way they looked at each other earlier today. I think they may still be in love.”

“In love? Peggy, don't be ridiculous. They were just kids. Love is not the word for what was going through that boy's mind.”

“Sam, have you forgotten we were fifteen when we fell in love. Was that a lie?”

“Of course not, Peggy.”

“Just give him a chance, Sam. He was barely eighteen when we met him. As I remember, he was a rather shy young boy. I don't think he said two words to us. I remember he couldn't take his eyes off Emily.”

“Yeah, well I can just imagine what he was thinking.”

“Samuel Ryan, are you telling me. when you looked at me with those lovesick eyes years ago, you were thinking impure thoughts?” Peggy laughed at the thought.

“Of course, that's what all red blooded American boys do. Some of us know enough to keep our pants on though.”

“That's enough of that talk. Emily will need our help. Nick will be staying in Camden Corners in the foreseeable future. Emily thinks he will want to be a part of Molly's life. She knows it is best for Molly to be told Nick is her father. She is planning to meet with him in the morning. She thinks it's best if they tell Molly the news together. We do have a very brave daughter, Sam. I'm proud of her.”

Molly was tired out after her shopping spree with her mother and grandmother. She was admiring the pretty pin she picked out for Mrs. Gould, her 2^nd grade teacher when her eyes began to close. “Mommy, may I wrap this for Mrs. Gould tonight?”

“I think tomorrow is soon enough sleepy head. Besides, you may want to look at it again. Christmas is still weeks away.”

Molly didn't fight when her mother told her to get ready for bed. She fell asleep as Emily read her a story.

There was a knock on the door. I hope that isn't Daddy coming to rant and rave about Nick. I know Mom was going to tell him he had returned to town, she thought to herself.

She pulled the door open and there stood Nick.

“Do you always open the door when you don't know who is standing on the other side?” he said with a warning look.

“What are you doing here and when and to whom I open my door is not your concern.”

“It's my concern when my daughter is behind that door.”

“It just so happens I thought you were my dad. You are right, if I'd known it was you, I wouldn't have opened it. I repeat, what do you want?”

“I wanted to see you. I don't know why I jumped all over you just now, maybe I was thinking how much I'd like to jump all over you in a different way,” he smiled and Emily's heart skipped a beat.

“Don't start, Nick. I told you I would call you and I fully intended to do that in the morning. Now, if you will excuse me.”

“Don't send me away. I promise not to say stupid things or get after you about opening your door. I want to find out more about you and more about our daughter. She looks like my mother, you know. Not the tired, sad looking woman she was when she died. I remember her when I was just about Molly's age. She laughed easily, she sang songs to me and told me stories. I never knew what went wrong in her life. My dad was no good and left years before. It wasn't until I was around ten years old that she began crying herself to sleep at night. Her friend from the pub told me Mom always fell for the wrong guys even before the one who ended up killing her. All through the years I have imagined my mother to be the laughing, singing pretty woman she used to be.

“I'm sorry, Emily, I didn't mean to give you a sob story.”

Emily wiped a tear from her eye. “I'm sorry you had to see your mother die, Nick. It must have been so difficult for you. I hope you will always keep the vision of the happy young mother in your mind. If it hadn't been for my parents, I could have very easily become like your mother. It sounds as though she didn't have anyone she could turn to.”

“I don't believe she did. I never had any grandparents or aunts or uncles. I think Mom and I were all alone in the world. I'm glad your parents were there for you, I only wish I had been too.”

“What's done is done. I'm fine and Molly is well adjusted. I do want you to be involved in her life but I'm afraid when the restaurant is doing well, you will leave and go back to your exciting life in New York. I couldn't bear that for her, Nick. I need reassurance that you won't disappear out of her life if I agree to let you come into it.”

“I just got off the phone with a real estate friend. I told him to sell the apartment. Believe me, if I was thinking of moving back, I would never sell the place. It's too difficult to find another apartment in the city. I'll be staying at The Merryweather, but I plan to buy a home for Molly and me if necessary. I was hoping maybe we could all live together one day.”

“Nick, it's too soon to even talk about that.”

“At least you didn't say no,” he was happy to point out.

“Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?” she asked thinking how good a glass of wine would taste right now but she didn't know what kind of effect wine would have on her with Nick so close.

“Coffee would be nice, thanks, I'll help you.” He got up and walked with her into the kitchen. “I like how you fixed up this place. You seem to have an eye for what goes together. Did you take a decorating class or does it just come naturally to you?”

“Nick, you are too kind. If you knew how many of these things came from yard sales and flea markets, you wouldn't mention interior decorating in the same breath. I buy what I like and then worry about where it will fit in later.”

“Has it been that difficult for you financially?” he said feeling guilty about not contributing toward Molly's care.

“Not really, I just like yard sales and flea markets. Molly likes them too. We go shopping every Saturday during the summer months. Last summer she found a porcelain baby doll, she paid her whole day's allotment of one dollar for it. The girls in the antique store on Main saw it and offered her $400 for it. I think they ended up selling it to a collector for twice that amount. You would be proud of your daughter, she insisted we go back to the house where she bought the doll and gave the people half the money she had gotten for it.”

“She must take after you,” said Nick. “I would have kept the money for myself.”

“I don't think so, the people lived in an old trailer on the outskirts of town. I think you may have given the whole $400 to them.”

He took a sip of his coffee, he didn't want Emily to see the anguish in his face as he thought of his mother.

They talked until well after midnight. “I'd better go, you need to get up early tomorrow. Emily, I have enjoyed this evening. I hope you will believe me when I tell you I have every intention of staying here in town. It isn't something I just thought about today. One reason I decided to help Lester out is that I have been thinking of settling down in a town like Camden Corners for awhile now. There is something about this town that grows on you.”

He wanted to kiss her goodnight but thought he'd better not push his luck. They said goodnight. Emily closed the door behind him. He could have, at least tried kissing me, Emily thought. I may have even kissed him back. It's a good thing I didn't pour that wine. He wouldn't have gotten out of here at all tonight.

Emily thought it would be best if Nick and Molly got to know each other before they told her he was her father. Nick agreed to go along with her decision. Nick was busy at the restaurant and Emily was busy at The Merryweather with Christmas parties night after night. Nick spent time whenever possible with both Emily and Molly.

Sam Ryan softened toward Nick. He could see how much he cared for his daughter and granddaughter. Sam suggested Nick ride along with the family when it was time to select the Christmas trees for each Ryan household. Sam hitched a trailer to the back of his van and off they went into the forest to find two perfect trees.

Nick felt like the kid he had never been. They sang Christmas carols on the way, Peggy poured hot chocolate from a thermos she filled just before they left the house. Molly handed Nick an iced sugar cookie with his name on it. “I decorated it just for you, Daddy.”

Sam almost drove the van off the road, Peggy gasped, Nick was speechless and Emily's voice was shaking when she said, “Why did you call Nick daddy?”

“Cindy Lu Hennessy said Nick is my daddy. Mommy, you told me my daddy went away before I was born, I knew he would come back someday and he did.”

Nick had a lump in his throat and could barely get the words out, “Is that alright with you, Molly? Is it okay if I'm your daddy?”

“Of course, silly. I made you a special cookie, didn't I?”

“This is the prettiest Christmas tree we have ever had,” said Emily when they set the tree in the stand.

Nick and Sam strung the lights. Nick helped hang the ornaments. He realized he had never decorated a Christmas tree before and was determined to continue that tradition and every other tradition that families carry out all through the year.

The Hemingway was an instant success thanks, in part, to its reputation for excellent food and service. The remodeled house also piqued the interest of residents and visitors alike. Keeping with tradition, Lester was at the door greeting everyone as they arrived. Lily stood right by his side. Nick was able to hire an assistant who would eventually take over as manager. Nick had no intention of leaving Camden Corners, but wanted to free some time for himself and his family. Emily agreed to attend the annual Merryweather New Year's gala with him. He was looking forward to an excuse to finally kiss her as the clock struck midnight.

Emily wore a new gown she had purchased the previous week in a little shop in Greensboro. “You look beautiful, Mommy. I wish I could go to the party with you and Daddy.”

“I don't think you would have too much fun with all those old people in their funny hats.”

The doorbell rang. Molly ran to the door and, as instructed by her mother, asked. “Who's there, Daddy?” She could hear him chuckling as he told her it was Mr. Nicolas Jordan calling for Ms. Emily Ryan.

“You're silly, Daddy,” Molly giggled as she opened the door.

Nick was wearing a funny hat and was blowing on a paper horn. He had a bottle of champagne under one arm and a bottle of sparkling grape juice under the other. He had hats for Molly and Emily and a bag of noisemakers to choose from. He looked up and saw Emily come out of the bedroom. He had seen his share of beautiful women in his lifetime, but never one so lovely as Emily.

“You look fabulous!”

“Thanks, you look ridiculous with that hat on but I love it,” she laughed. “Looks like you brought your own party with you.”

“I thought we could have a celebration with Molly before we leave. Isn't it the new year in New Zealand, or someplace, by now?”

“Something like that. Let me call Mom and tell her we will be late. Molly is staying there tonight.”

“Oh!”

“Don't get any ideas Nick. My parents can barely stay awake to watch the 11:00 news. It works out better for them if Dad doesn't have to drive home when he's half asleep.”

They were having so much fun with their hats and noisemakers, drinking bubbly and munching on snacks Nick brought from the restaurant that they didn't realize how late it was getting.

“Emily, would you be disappointed if we didn't go to the party? I'm rather enjoying this evening with my two girls.”

“I wouldn't mind in the least. Let me change into something less glamorous. I'll call Mom and tell her to let Dad go to bed. Molly, why don't you put your pajamas on and we will watch the ball drop on TV? Nick, at least take your jacket off and loosen the tie.”

Emily came back out in a pair of yellow sweats. Nick thought she looked wonderful. Molly came bouncing out of her bedroom in the flannel pajamas she had gotten for Christmas. She settled down on the couch between Emily and Nick and fought to keep her eyes open. Nick carried her into her bed as he and Emily tucked their daughter in together for the first time.

As they walked back to the living room, the ball dropped welcoming the new year and they fell into each other's arms.

They were married on Valentine's Day with Molly as their flower girl. Nick moved into Emily's house.

“Nick, you know I love this little house but you are used to much larger and fancier places. I really don't mind if you want to find something else for us.”

“Emily, I went from a beat up old trailer to a Park Avenue apartment. I have finally found happiness in a charming bungalow in a quaint little town. If it's all the same to you, I'd like to stay right here. Besides, in another couple of months the lilacs will be in full bloom.”

Spring and summer came and went. It was three days before Thanksgiving. Nick held Emily's hand as their son came into the world. Ryan Nicholas Jordan would be joining the family for the first of many old fashioned Christmases.

Molly

2012-12-21T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Twenty Six

Molly

“Why didn't I tell you?” Emily was trying to keep from screaming at him. “Nick, you were nowhere to be found. My dad was ready to call in a private detective but I wouldn't let him. You left Camden Corners and never looked back.”

Emily's mother took Molly by the hand. “Mommy is busy, dear,” she said “why don't we wait out here for her.”

“Is Mommy mad at that man, Grandma?”

“No, dear, I'm sure they are just having a business discussion.” Peggy Ryan recognized Nick immediately. She had only met him a couple of times eight years ago but her granddaughter was unmistakably his child. Peggy couldn't hate the man, because of him, little Molly had come into their lives. She was the apple of her grandfather's eye. After many miscarriages, she finally gave birth to their only child, Emily. Peggy blamed herself for the predicament Emily found herself in when she became pregnant. Peggy didn't want to acknowledge Emily was growing up. She coddled her well into her teens. Any talk of sex and precautions embarrassed her. There was time enough for that when Emily was preparing for marriage. As it turned out, Emily had not married. It wasn't as though she didn't have offers. Even as a single mother, there were boys in town who would be more than happy to take on the responsibility of a ready made family. Emily was perfectly happy being on her own. She was financially capable of providing for herself and her daughter. They had a small, cozy home a few blocks away from Emily's parents. Although Emily never mentioned his name, Peggy suspected she was still in love with Nicolas Jordan.

“Shall we go look at the wooden Camden Corners village under the big Christmas tree again. We can watch the train go around.”

“Emily, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I owe you an explanation of why I never called. I am finding it hard to believe we have a daughter together.”

“Nick, we didn't exactly have Molly together. As I recall, you weren't there when I was suffering from morning sickness. When everyone in town was wondering why Emily Ryan was putting on weight. When I had to tell my parents that their little girl was pregnant. You weren't anywhere near when I went into labor and experienced the worst pain of my life. My parents stood by me and my friends didn't give up on me even though I was an unwed teen mother. We weren't together through these last 7 years of our daughter's life. No, Nick, we didn't have Molly together because you never bothered to call me eight years ago.”

“Emily, I never did forget about you. I had my reasons for not calling you. I'd like to explain if you will give me a chance.”

Emily wanted to tell him she wasn't interested in his excuses. She made a mistake years ago but Molly was the result of that mistake and she would always be happy for that. She was curious as to what he would say. “Go ahead and explain. This should be a doozy.”

“I know you believed I was a friend of the Wallaces. The truth is, I was a charity case. Mrs. Wallace was going through her do-gooder stage. She plucked me out of the ghetto, cleaned me up and showed me how the rich people lived. I think she wanted to use me as an example to her son Chad that if he wasn't careful, he could end up in the slums like me.

“The month I spent in Camden Corners was the happiest in my life. I met you and fell in love for the first and only time. I did love you Emily. I have always felt guilty for what happened on our last evening together. I was a kid and I wanted you so much it hurt.”

“You weren't in that alone. I didn't exactly fight you off. I know if I'd wanted you to stop, you would have,” admitted Emily.

“I had every intention of calling you when I got back to Mapledale. My mother and I lived in a rented trailer. We didn't have a phone, but there was a pay phone at the gas station on the corner by the bus stop. I thought I had enough change in my pocket to pay for a long distance call. The Wallaces took me to their house to pick up the suitcase they made me leave there and hand over Chad's borrowed clothes. They did let me keep the clothes I was wearing. They dropped me off at the bus station and I rode back home and back to reality.

“I dialed your number and the operator informed me I had to deposit 25 cents more for the call. I didn't have any more money. Mom kept her tip money in a jar in the kitchen. I knew she wouldn't mind if I borrowed a quarter from it. After all, it was for a good cause. I was calling you.”

“I walked the few blocks to the trailer. I could hear commotion inside and my mother crying. I ran in just as a large man was giving my mother a final punch. She fell back and hit her head. There was blood oozing out of her head, but no sound whatsoever. I picked up a baseball bat that Mom kept at the door in case of burglars. I swung the bat at the man and he fell just as the police car pulled up to the trailer.

“It was like a nightmare. My mother was lying on the floor. Blood was all around her head. The man was getting up and told the police I had beaten my mother and when he tried to stop me, I swung the bat at him. I could feel the handcuffs on my wrists but I was in a daze. The next thing I knew, I was in the police station. I heard the words you are under arrest on suspicion of murder. The nightmare was continuing and I couldn't even speak my name.

“Three days later, I was told I could leave. The neighbor who initially called the police told them I hadn't arrived until just before they got there. The man that I'd hit was in jail for my mother's murder.

“I went back to the trailer and the landlord was there cleaning the blood off the rug. He had taken all of our personal belongings to the dump. I asked about the tip money jar and he said he was taking it to pay for the cleaning supplies he had to buy to get the blood up off the floor.

“I had just enough bus fare to take me to the middle of town. I found a shelter where I slept that night. The next morning, I cleaned myself up and went to look for a job. I happened to see a restaurant called Hemingway's. An older gentleman was walking down the front steps. He had the kindest face I'd ever seen. He asked me if I was lost. I told him I was looking for a job and wondered if there were any openings for a bus boy. He invited me into the restaurant, made me a ham sandwich and offered me a job. His name was Lester Hemingway. He and his wife, Eleanor were like a mother and father to me. When they found out I was living at the shelter, they insisted I come live with them.

“Emily, I wanted to go back to Camden Corners and you but I couldn't. I was ashamed of my mother and the way she died. I found out several months later that she became involved with Stanley, the man who beat her when he stopped by the pub. From what her friend said, he was a charmer and she fell for him. He had promised her the moon. He told her he wanted to marry her and would buy a house for her and her son. She believed every word until his wife walked through the doors and told her to leave her husband alone. When Stanley came into the pub later that day, his mother told him she didn't want to see him again. He followed her home and that was when the fight started.

“I was determined to make something of myself. The longer I waited to contact you, the harder it became. I was sure you would never understand. When Lester's son called and asked me to take over the new restaurant, I couldn't say no. Not only do I owe everything to Lester and want to help him out, I wanted the chance to see you again.”

“Nick, I don't know what to say. I knew you were nothing like Chad Wallace. You were too nice to be a spoiled rich boy. Every time I asked about your family, you avoided the question. I was hoping you would trust me with your secrets but you never did until now. I would never have judged you or your mother because you weren't rich. I thought you knew me better than that. Seeing you again has been a shock. I need some time to take everything in. I thought you had forgotten all about me years ago.”

“The least I can do is give you some time. I do want to get to know my daughter. I would like to become reacquainted with her mother too. I still love you Emily. I never stopped.”

Emily couldn't think straight. “Are you staying at The Merryweather?” she asked. Silly question, of course he is why would he be standing here with a suitcase in his hand otherwise.

“I'll be here for as long as it takes.”

What, on earth did he mean by that? For as long as what takes? Why did he have to be so gorgeous. He was better looking now than he had been years ago when she fell madly in love with him. She couldn't let him know that she still felt the same way. She knew someday she would have to explain to Molly why she didn't have a father like her friends did. Her grampa seemed to fill that void so far, but Emily knew the day was coming.

Nick put his arm out as if to embrace her and then pulled it back. “I'll leave you alone, Emily. You can reach me in my suite or at the restaurant. Don't make me wait too long to hear from you.”

The door closed behind him. Emily sat down at her desk. She felt sick to her stomach. Why did he have to come back into her life? She and Molly were doing just fine on their own. Molly was a happy little girl whose life was about to be turned upside down. “Nick, why did you have to show up now?” she said aloud to the walls. Even as she heard herself say it, a small part of her was so very glad to see him.

“Do you want to talk about it, dear?” Peggy asked her daughter while Emily's assistant walked with Molly to the hotel gift shop.

“Mother, I can't believe this is happening. I never thought I would see Nick again. He's here to manage Lester Hemingway's new restaurant. I'm beginning to wonder if Lester guessed Nick was Molly's father. I remember when Lester stayed here at The Merryweather before he and Lily were married. He told me after meeting Molly for the first time that she looked like someone he knew. I never put it together, but Nick worked for Lester shortly after he left here.”

Emily repeated the story Nick told her about his mother and him being homeless and broke until Lester gave him a job and a home. Peggy could tell her daughter was softening toward Nick. Years of resentment had built up in her. Emily had lost faith in all men. Maybe that's why she never opened her heart to another. Either that or she never stopped loving Nick.

Nick settled into his room. Just seeing the suite brought back memories. He had stayed in many luxury hotels in the last few years, but nothing was quite as special as The Merryweather. This was where he met Emily for the first time. He could still remember watching her filling water glasses. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He brushed away the memories of his mother and how his dreams of making a life with Emily had been shattered in one afternoon. He picked up the telephone and dialed the number of Hemingway's. Lester answered on the first ring.

“Where are you boy?” he said excitedly

“Just unpacking, Lester. I rented a car at the airport and I'll be there in just a few minutes. I think I can find Hemingway's without too much trouble. I remember that old house from when I stayed here one summer.”

“Meet me in the bar. I'm allowed one beer a day and I can't think of anyone I'd rather share my allotment with.”

Nick was happy to see Lester looking so chipper. The last time was shortly after Eleanor died and the life had gone out of Lester's eyes. He looked every bit his age that time.

“Your new lady must be pretty special, Lester. You look terrific.”

“Ah, she's a gem alright. She used to play on Broadway, you know. I promised her I would bring you over to her son's house for supper tonight. Grace, my new daughter-in-law is a wonderful cook. I'd like to hire her for the restaurant, but I'd rather keep her where she is, cooking for me,” he laughed as he patted his expanding belly.

“Tell me the truth, Lester. Did you really have a difficult time finding a manager for the restaurant or did Molly Ryan have something to do with your insistence on me?”

“Can't put one over on you Nick. You always were too smart for your own good. It wasn't too difficult to figure out who Molly's father was. She looks just like you. I knew you'd been here the summer before she was born. I never told you this, but Eleanor and I used to hear you call out for Emily in your sleep when you first came to live with us. Are you sore at me Nick?”

“Lester, I could never be sore where you're concerned. I have to admit I was a bit shocked when I met Molly. She promptly informed me her name was Molly Nicole Ryan. I'm glad Emily gave her the feminine version of my name. It must mean she doesn't totally hate me.”

“Nick, I lived at The Merryweather when I first came to town. Emily and I would have long talks about lost love. Even though she is young and has never been married, she seems to be able to empathize with someone who has lost a very special person in their lives. She never hated you, Nick, I'm sure of that. I think even if Molly didn't look like you, I'd have guessed she was the Emily you dreamed about.”

“Enough of that, let's have a look around the restaurant. From what I've seen so far it looks fantastic. It's even decorated for Christmas.”

“My Lily did that. She has an eye for that kind of thing.”

After the tour of the restaurant, Nick drove Lester to the Henderson house. Lester didn't exaggerate about Grace's cooking. He looked around the table at the entire Henderson family with Walter at the head of the table and Lester at the foot. Nick thought of a Norman Rockwell painting. This is the kind of family he always wanted to a part of. He made a vow to himself that by this time next year, he would have his own family sitting around a dining room table. Emily, Molly and a baby on the way. This time he wanted to have a baby together with Emily. He would be there to hold her head when she suffered morning sickness, give her a hand to squeeze when she was in labor and help her change diapers after their child was born. Next time would be very different.

Hemingway's of Camden Corners

2012-12-20T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Twenty Five

Hemingway's of Camden Corners

Alex Kelly's crew was just finishing the last touches of the newly remodeled and restored Hemingway Restaurant. Alex walked through the building inspecting every inch of it. Belinda Henderson was by his side.

“Alex, you did a wonderful job here. I never would have believed so much could be accomplished in just a few short months. Lester will be thrilled to be able to open in time for the December holiday season,” said Belinda.

“We were lucky, this old house was built to last. Even the plumbing only needed a minimal of repair. Most of the changes we made were cosmetic. You and I make a good team, don't you think?”

“The best,” Belinda agreed as she admired the sparkle of the diamond ring Alex had slipped on her finger the night before.

“You are really sure you don't want a big wedding with all the trimmings? I always thought that was something little girls dreamed of.”

“I don't think that was one of my dreams. I think I dreamed of a small wedding in the chapel outside of town. My family, with broad smiles, sitting in the front row and my handsome groom ready to pledge his undying love to me.”

“You don't think your mother is disappointed we aren't having a big wedding?”

“I think she may be relieved. I know Father is. Two weddings in the family in just a couple of months would wear him out.”

“How are the newlyweds doing? Lester hasn't been around much in the week since he married Lily.”

“They seem to be doing well. I wasn't sure how Mother would feel about having Lester move in. She seems to be enjoying the company. She would miss Grandma if she wasn't in the house, so it all worked out well. Now with Jamie finally expecting their first grandchild, my parents are in their glory.”

“I hope it won't be too long before we can add to their happiness.”

“We do have our work cut out for us if we are to have that bunch of kids you want.” Belinda laughed. She was happier than she had ever been. She would be Mrs. Alexander Kelly in just three days. Roger Allen was long forgotten.

The furniture started to arrive. Belinda supervised as each chair was placed in it's proper place. She had found a furniture maker in North Carolina who specialized in the early 20^th century style. There were eight different dining areas, each room had its own theme. Alex was truly impressed with the final look. He knew Lester would be too. Hemingway's of Camden Corners was a work of art in itself.

Lester hung up after a phone call from his son. “He did it Lily, Ernie was able to convince Nick Jordan to take over as manager of the restaurant. Ernie said it didn't take much convincing when he heard our location is in Camden Corners. He visited here as a teenager. He's flying in from New York City this afternoon to have a look around.”

“Lester, I'm happy for you. I know you were nervous that we wouldn't be able to open without a manager. Is Ernie coming to show him around?”

“No, Ernie said he trusts me to handle everything,” said Lester, happy that Ernie's faith in him had been restored.

Nicholas Jordan wondered if he had lost his mind when he accepted Ernie's offer. He was managing one of the poshest restaurants in New York City. He was invited to many of the swankiest parties in Manhattan and never lacked for attention from beautiful women. He owed it all to Lester Hemingway and his wife, Eleanor. They gave him a job at Hemingway's in Mapledale when he was just a green kid. His only experience with the restaurant business had been a little joint called Harry's Burger Shack. When Lester and Eleanor discovered he was living in a shelter, they took him into their home. Lester had a way with customers and staff alike and taught Nick everything he knew about the restaurant business. It helped that Nicholas Jordan had movie star looks and personality. Two years later, Reginald Huntington, owner of Augustine's and old friend of Lester stopped by the restaurant on his way through Mapledale. He was impressed with Nick and mentioned to Lester that he would like to hire him as his restaurant manager. Lester hated to see Nick leave, but he knew it was a great opportunity for the boy and didn't want to stand in his way.

Nick packed his few belongings and boarded the train for New York. Lester had given him extra money, otherwise he would never have been able to rent the tiny studio apartment in the city. Reginald was very happy with the way Nick handled his duties and his salary began to reflect his pleasure.

He liked being in full charge of the restaurant but was beginning to tire of the lifestyle. His salary allowed him to move to a much larger place, but he was rarely home and when he was he was rarely alone.

It was early Monday afternoon when the telephone rang. He had just arrived home from a weekend in the Hamptons where he'd had too much wine and too little sleep.

“Ernie, what a surprise. Nothing has happened to Lester, I hope?”

“No, he's doing great. He just got married again and he bought an old house that he had remodeled. It is now another Hemingway restaurant. Nick, I'm sure you aren't interested, but I told Dad I'd ask you. He would like you to manage the place. We couldn't begin to meet your current salary and I don't expect you to accept the offer. As I said, I told Dad I would ask.”

“Ernie, don't be so sure. Maybe it's because of the weekend I just had but this lifestyle is getting the better of me. I think I need a change. Camden Corners brings back some fond memories for me. I spent a summer there a few years back. Let me see what I can work out here. When does the restaurant open?”

“In less than a week. We have been looking for a manager but Dad hasn't found anyone he likes, that's when he suggested you. Nick it would be such a load off my mind if you could help us out even temporarily.”

Nick hung up with the promise he would call Ernie back. His assistant for the last year had worked out quite well. She was an ambitious little thing and would do well as manager. He called Reginald and explained the situation.

“Nick, I hate to lose you, but I understand your wanting to help Lester. I can't believe that old goat has opened another restaurant at his age. Good for him. Tell you what, let's make it a leave of absence. You go back and get the place rolling. We'll put Hillary in as acting manager. She'll want the position permanently, I'm sure, but she will have to step aside when you come back. At least I hope you will be bored to death in that little town.”

“Thanks, Reginald. I'll stop by and give Hillary the good news. You're a good friend.”

“Lester has been a good friend to me for many years. I hope he makes a go of the new place. I'm sure he will with you there to help him get started.”

Nick wondered if Camden Corners had changed. It had only been eight years since he spent the month of July there. It was a small town, but a growing town too. He wondered about her. What a beauty she was. Not beautiful in the way the women he involved himself with these days were beautiful. She had an innocent beauty. He still felt guilty about the way he left the day after their night together. He said he'd write but under the circumstances, it wasn't an option anymore. He never intended things to go as far as they did that night. He loved Emily, but he was just a kid and self control was not part of his vocabulary.

Nick lived with his mother in a rented trailer outside of Mapledale. His mother worked in the pub about a mile down the highway. Nick never doubted his mother's love for him but her life wasn't easy. He didn't remember his father. He'd left when Nick was around four years old. While at the pub, his mother heard of an organization that invited underprivileged teens to stay with a family during the summer. She signed Nick up. He was picked by a family named Wallace. Chad Wallace was Nick's age. His parents thought it would be a good lesson for him to be associated with someone who didn't have his advantages. They arranged a month's stay at The Merryweather Resort. The Resort had only been opened a couple of years but they'd heard good reports about it.

When Nick showed up at their door the day they were leaving for Camden Corners, Mrs. Wallace, with the help of her maid, ushered Nick into the bathroom and insisted he shower. Luckily he was the same size as Chad and she handed him an entire outfit. He did as he was told but couldn't understand why he needed a second shower. He was clean and so were his clothes. His mother hand washed and pressed everything he owned the day before. Mrs. Wallace packed a suitcase filled with Chad's clothes for Nick to take with him. His own suitcase and clothes were placed in the garage. He could take them back home with him after they returned.

Chad liked Nick. He was home for the summer after spending his last year in boarding school. He wasn't happy about going to Camden Corners. He didn't like being with his parents and their friends. At least Nick was his age. He could see the way the cook's daughter looked at Nick and thought he might be good for attracting girls.

“Now you look like a Wallace,” Mrs. Wallace said as he walked from the bathroom. “The hair is a little long, but we don't have time to worry about that now, Mr. Wallace is anxious to get on the road.”

Nick knew he had been insulted by this snobby woman but he chose to ignore her. He was glad he was away from the trailer park for a whole month. When he got back home, he was determined he would get a job and get himself and his mother out of that filthy place.

The Merryweather was the most beautiful place he had ever seen. The room Chad and Nick shared was larger than the entire trailer.

“Nicholas, I want you to be very careful when we are in public. You watch everything we do and follow our example. We don't want you picking up the wrong fork now do we?”

“Marian, leave the boy alone,” said Mr. Wallace. “He's here to have a good time not learn impeccable manners from you.”

Nick heeded her advice and watched everything the Wallace family did in any situation.

They walked into the dining room and he saw her. She was refilling water glasses with one hand and coffee cups with the other. She had a smile that would brighten any day. She came up to the Wallace table. She filled each water glass and looked directly at Nick. She came awfully close to overfilling his glass as she gazed into his eyes.

Her name tag read Emily. Nick thought that was a lovely sounding name. Chad and Nick were left on their own while the older Wallaces paid visits to Mr. Wallace's wealthy clients in the area. Chad took a liking to one of the waitresses at the pub by the lake and spent most of his time with her. Nick stayed close to the Merryweather and to Emily. They were inseparable when she was off duty. Nick never let on he wasn't part of the Wallace family. Emily knew he was a friend of Chad's and assumed his family was wealthy too. Whenever Emily asked about his life in Mapledale, he would change the subject.

Emily had never had a serious relationship with a boy. She was popular in school and had many friends but hadn't felt more than friendship for any boy until Nick came along. The night before Nick left for home, they each confessed their love and gave into their desire for each other. Nick promised to call Emily as soon as he got home. That call never came and six weeks later, Emily knew she was expecting Nick's baby.

After the initial shock wore off, Emily's parents were supportive and agreed with her decision to keep the baby. Molly Nicole Ryan was born the following spring.

Emily graduated from high school two months later. She took classes at the local community college and was accepted into the university and graduated with a degree in hotel management. She had never left the employ of the Merryweather. She was currently director of catering.

Lydia greeted the good looking gentleman who walked through the doors of The Merryweather and towards the front desk. “Good afternoon sir. Welcome to The Merryweather.” Lydia thought he was the dreamiest guy she had ever seen. She automatically glanced at his finger and saw he didn't wear a wedding ring. That was good sign.

“Is this your first visit to our hotel?”

“No, I was here a number of years ago. I noticed it has expanded since I was here last. Tell me, do you know a young lady by the name of Emily Ryan?” He hadn't intended to ask that question but just walking through the doors brought back memories of her.

“Emily, of course, I know her. She is our catering manager. She's the greatest. I think she's in her office, would you like me to call her?”

“Why don't you tell me where her office is, I'll drop in and surprise her.”

“It's just around the corner, the second door on the left.”

Nick walked to the door that read Catering Office. He suddenly felt like that seventeen year old kid again. A pretty young lady was sitting at the desk. “Hello, sir. How may I help you?”

“I'm an old friend of Emily's. Do you suppose I could just stick my nose in her door and surprise her?”

“I think that would be alright. She is alone at the moment.”

Nick walked to the door and saw her. She hadn't changed, she was just as beautiful as she was back then. He could still remember the tears streaming down her cheeks the day they parted. He tapped lightly on the door and said, “Hello Emily.”

Emily looked up and blinked her eyes. She couldn't believe Nick Jordan was standing in her doorway. Her first thought was to throw something at him.

“Nick?” she could barely say his name.

“I'm glad you remember me after all this time.”

Remember you? she thought. It's hard to forget you when I have a little girl at home who is the spitting image of her father.

“I do remember you,” she said coldly. “What brings you to Camden Corners?”

“I'm going to be managing a new restaurant in town, Hemingway's, have you heard of it?”

“Yes, of course I have, this town isn't that big. I didn't realize you were in the restaurant business. Not that I would know what you did for a living because you never did call after you left town.” She hadn't intended to say that. She wished he would just leave. She couldn't believe he would be here in Camden Corners. Suddenly she remembered her mother was dropping Molly off after school. They were going to get a bite to eat and then do some early Christmas shopping. She had to get him out of here before it was too late.

“Hi Mommy,” came a little voice.

Nick turned around and saw a young girl who looked exactly like his mother. He turned to Emily with a questioning look on his face. He looked back at the child. “Hello young lady, what is your name?

“My name is Molly Nicole Ryan and I'm 7 years old.”

Nick knew immediately that the little girl standing in the doorway was his daughter. He looked at the girl he loved so long ago, “Why didn't you tell me, Emily?” Nick said in astonishment.

The Real Thing

2012-12-19T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Twenty Four

The Real Thing

“Roger, I need to see you this evening,” Belinda spoke quietly into the telephone.

“What is it Belinda? I have a baseball game at 7:30. Why don't you meet me at the park. You can go with me and the boys for a beer after.”

“No, Roger, I need to see you alone, we need to talk.”

“Don't tell me you are getting cold feet. Tell me what you want to talk about, Belinda, tell me now.”

“Not over the phone, Roger. I'll meet you at your apartment at 6:00.” She hung up before he could argue with her.

Belinda was having a difficult time concentrating on her work. She began to think about her relationship with Roger. She met him at a friend's wedding. She was the only one of her friends who came without a date or a husband. Roger asked her to dance. He was a nice enough fellow but very quiet, even reserved. They saw each other quite often after that. It was strictly a platonic relationship. Thinking about it now, she realized she had used him as an escort to parties and wherever it was a couples only get together. On Valentine's Day he kissed her for the first time as he slipped a ring on her finger and asked her to marry him.

She was so stunned, she could barely speak. “Roger,” she said, “I had no idea you were thinking about marriage. All this time I thought you and I were just friends.”

“We are friends but what better way to start a marriage. I am very fond of you Belinda.”

Belinda had no recollection of saying she would marry him but it did make sense. She would be 28 years old on her next birthday. She didn't feel about Roger the way Jamie felt about Mike, but maybe that would come in time.

“What a fool I have been!” she said aloud as she looked up and saw Roger standing in the doorway to her office.

“A fool to accept my proposal or a fool to call off our wedding?” As usual, Roger showed no emotion.

“Roger, do you love me?” Belinda asked.

“What kind of a question is that? I asked you to marry me, didn't I?”

“I don't remember you ever telling me you loved me and I know I never said it to you. Don't you think at least one of us should have said those words if we were planning to spend the rest of our lives together?”

“Belinda, you are being ridiculous. We are friends and companions, we aren't getting any younger, soon you will be too old to bear children, the kind of love you are talking about only happens in the movies.”

Belinda took the ring off her finger and handed it to him. “Roger, I want that kind of love. If I wanted a companion, I'd buy a dog.”

“I'm sorry you feel that way Belinda, I was going to tell you the good news on our wedding day, but I will tell you now, I have accepted a promotion in our Philadelphia office. You may want to reconsider your decision.”

“You weren't going to tell me this good news until after we were married and you expected me to be happy about moving? Roger, I love Camden Corners and I love my family. I would never be happy about moving to Philadelphia. I do wish you luck and hope you meet someone who will change your mind about love.”

“Good bye, Belinda.”

“Good bye, Roger.

Her assistant walked into the office. “Is everything okay, Belinda? Roger just stormed out of here. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was almost emotional.”

“Mandy, I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. The wedding is off. I'll be returning the lovely gift you gave me yesterday.”

“Halleluiah! Wait until I tell the other girls. Roger is not the man for you, Belinda. You can do much better than that cold fish.”

“I agree,” came a deep voice from the doorway. Alex Kelly was staring directly at Belinda's ring finger and smirking.

“Mr. Kelly, I'm so happy we agree about something. Mandy, this is Alex Kelly, we may be working on the restaurant project I was telling you about.”

“Mr. Kelly, I'm delighted to meet you. I'll leave you two alone,” Mandy walked out of the office closing the door behind her.

“Mandy, leave the door open please.”

“Mandy, leave the door closed please.”

“Stop issuing orders to my assistant, Mr. Kelly.”

“Don't you think we could dispense with the formality, Belinda? Please call me Alex. Where are we having dinner tonight?”

“You are the most exasperating man I have ever met. What makes you think I'd have dinner with you tonight or any night?”

“Because Lester P. Hemingway invited us. He said you would be choosing the restaurant, so I repeat, where are we having dinner tonight?”

She picked up a pencil off her desk and threw it in his direction. “What type of food do you like?”

“The feisty brunette type. Oh, you said type of food. Anything as long as it's steak.”

“The Merryweather has the best steak in town. Is that where you are staying?”

“Ernie made me a reservation there. I haven't checked in yet but I can always ask for two keys.”

“In case you lose one, I suppose.”

“I never thought of that. Maybe I should give you one for safe keeping.”

“You do realize I just broke off my engagement. I'm mourning my broken dreams.”

“They must have been nightmares with the dope I saw when I walked in the front door. What made you break it off today? It must have been an hour or so after we had coffee.”

“You'd love it if I said you were the reason.”

“Yes, I would. Am I the reason?”

“Let's just say I had my reasons and leave it at that, if you don't mind.”

“I mind, but I'll leave it alone. I'll see you later at The Merryweather. I think maybe I will ask for two keys. Just on the off chance that I am the reason.”

“Alex, has anyone ever accused you of being an egomaniac?”

“Just you,” he threw her a kiss as he walked out the door.

Mandy rushed in the office. “Belinda! He is beautiful. He is the reason you broke off with Roger, isn't he?”

“He wasn't the reason but he made me realize I wasn't in love with good old Roger after all,” Belinda said with a smile.

After accepting condolences and then congratulations from all of her co-workers, Belinda decided to call it a day. She wanted to tell her family and her bridesmaids about the wedding being called off. From the mail girl to the head of the firm, everyone seemed genuinely happy Belinda was not going to be Mrs. Roger Allen.

Her first visit was to her sister. “Jamie, I had no idea how many people thought Roger was wrong for me. I wonder why nobody said anything?”

“It's not anything Roger ever did. He was a decent guy, he just didn't show any feeling. Remember when we went to the ballgame and they honored the war veterans in song? Even Mike had a tear running down his cheek, but Roger didn't even blink. He just kept eating his hot dog. You and I were blubbering like crazy and he told you to stop the nonsense.”

“I don't remember that. I don't think I paid much attention to what he said or didn't say. Do you know he never told me he loved me. He doesn't believe in romantic love. He only wants companionship. I can't believe I was willing to settle for a loveless marriage.”

“At least you found out before you made a commitment. What made you decide against the marriage today? Did something happen?”

“More like someone happened. You know Dad asked me to give my opinion on the possibility of renovating the Penderghast place. Well, Lester's son knew a contractor and had him come to Camden Corners. Jamie, the man is the most exasperating human being I have ever met and the most gorgeous hunk I have ever seen. I realized if I could feel this way about someone after being with him for three minutes, I must not be in love with the man I was planning to marry. I knew I had to make a clean break.”

“Tell me about this hunk,” Jamie said catching her sister's excitement.

“His name is Alex Kelly, you will meet him tonight. Lester wants us all to meet for dinner at the Merryweather. Jamie, he suggested I take a key to his room. I can't tell you how tempted I am to take him up on the offer.”

“Belinda dear, as your older and wiser sister I should advise you against it, but I won't. You deserve to be appreciated for the lovely woman you are.”

“Thanks Jamie, you are so good for my ego. Would you come with me to break the news to Mother and Father?”

Walter and Grace weren't terribly upset to hear of the breakup. Their daughter's happiness was all that mattered. “I never did like that guy,” whispered Walter. Grace nodded her head in agreement.

The Henderson and Hemingway families were given a private room at The Merryweather. Lester had invited his sons and their entire families to join the party.

When they were all gathered together, he stood up. “I would like to make a toast to Lily Henderson who has lifted my spirits and made me realize my heart is still beating. I don't know how many years I have left on this earth, but they will be happy years since I will be spending them with my beautiful Lily.”

“Lester, don't be so melodramatic,” said Lily. “These young folks are hungry, be quiet and let them eat.”

Everyone at the table laughed. Belinda looked up at Alex who was sitting next to her. “My grandmother sometimes says whatever she happens to be thinking at the time.”

“That's a good way to be. Of course, some of us could get arrested for saying exactly what we are thinking,” said Alex as he winked at her.

Jamie caught her sister's eye and nodded her head in approval.

After dinner Alex asked Belinda if she would like to take a walk by the lake. They excused themselves and made their way through the sand to the water's edge.

“Alex, you know so much about what's been going on in my life, tell me something about you.”

“Not much to tell. I was in a relationship quite a bit like yours. We were friends who made the mistake of dating each other. After awhile it seemed only natural to talk about marriage. She wanted different things in life than I did. I was the one who wanted the white picket fence and a bunch of kids. She liked the nightlife and didn't want to give it up. We never did have an official breakup. We simply drifted away from each other. I met her on the street one day last month. She was sporting a sparkling diamond and was on the arm of an older dude who looked like he could give her what she wished for. I'm happy she found what she wanted and even happier we didn't make the biggest mistake of our lives.”

“I'm glad you didn't have your heart broken.”

Alex took hold of her hand as they walked and she didn't pull it away. “Tell me, how do you feel about white picket fences?

“I love picket fences, especially white ones.”

“And children?”

“I love children, especially when they come in bunches,” she laughed.

“Like bananas?”

“Oh, I love bananas too.” They both started giggling. “This is the silliest conversation I have ever had.”

Alex couldn't hold back any longer he took her in his arms and kissed her.

Belinda couldn't remember when she had ever been kissed like that before. Certainly never by Roger. She couldn't break away from his arms. More to the point, she didn't want to. Something had been missing in her relationship with Roger. Not only did he never kiss her with any kind of passion, she never felt passion when she kissed him back.

Without letting her go, he took hold of her left hand. “Now will you tell me the reason you aren't wearing that ring anymore?”

“Because, I met a man who stirred up feelings in me that I didn't know I had. He made me realize I wasn't in love with Roger and I never would be.”

“Good answer.” Alex kissed her again. They walked back to the restaurant arm in arm and were greeted with smiling faces all around the table.

Alex was tempted to mention the spare key again, but thought he should give Belinda a little space. He was sure he had fallen in love with her the moment they met, but she needed some time to grieve for her broken romance. He hoped it wouldn't take too long.

The next morning, they met for breakfast. “I have restored several old houses and have learned a few tricks along the way. Maybe we could work together on this project and come up with a plan to present to Lester. He is a pretty sharp old guy. I think he knows a gem when he finds one.

“I agree Alex, I'd like to hear what you think.” She only hoped she would be able to concentrate with him standing so close to her.

“I told my grandmother I would pick her up this morning. She wants to show Mark Crowley that the old house doesn't have any ghosts in it. His father, Jack is meeting us there in twenty minutes.

“I'll meet you there, I'd like to have another look around. I have a few ideas and I need to see if they will work,” without thinking, he kissed her. They were acting like an old married couple already and he didn't even know her twenty four hours ago.

Lily was just like a child when she took Mark's hand and they went exploring in the old house. Mark was brave enough to go into the attic as long as Lily was by his side.

“Dad, you were right. There aren't any ghosts in here,” a disappointed Mark reported when he and Lily rejoined the others. “We did find some toys up there though. Old fashioned stuff. Miss Lily says there was a playroom just for the kids on the top floor. They weren't very good about picking up their toys, were they Miss Lily?”

“No they weren't, Mark. We didn't disturb them because they looked to be so fragile. Maybe we should have the girls from the antique shop come over and take a look at them. They probably belong in a museum.”

“Lily, my men won't disturb anything of value when they start their work. We have found many treasures in the old places we have restored. Sometimes it's difficult to tell if jewels or paintings left behind are the real thing.”

“I think I can spot the real thing when I see it and I think you and my granddaughter are very much the real thing.”

“Grandma, you're thinking out loud again,” Belinda said in a warning tone.

“Don't be silly, child. I am only telling you what I see. You and this young fellow are very much in love. You can't fool me, as I said, I know the real thing when I see it.”

“Are you two goin' to get mushy now?” said Mark with a pained expression on his face.

“You won't feel that way forever, Mark,” said Alex. “Not when the real thing comes along.”

Lester P. Hemingway

2012-12-18T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chapter Twenty Three

Lester P. Hemingway

“Here you go Mr. Hemingway, corned beef on light rye. How about a little mustard to go with that?” said Grace as she put the sandwich down in front of him at the dining room table.

“Mustard would be good. My favorite is horseradish mustard. Nice and tangy. As I told your husband, I wouldn't mind a beer to wash it down with.”

“I'll fetch him the beer, Grace, while you find the mustard.”

“I'm afraid we only have regular mustard and Mr. Hemingway may have a root beer. It's best if we wait to hear from his son before we start giving him alcohol. We don't know what kind of medication he is taking and we don't want to do anything to put him in danger. Do we, Lily?”

The doorbell rang. “Good afternoon Mr. Henderson. I understand my father is here. I'm sorry for any trouble he has caused.”

“Come in Mr. Hemingway. Please call me Walter and this is my wife, Grace.”

“I'm sorry, I have forgotten my manners. I have been so worried about Dad. I'm Ernie Hemming, I changed it from Hemingway several years ago. I was tired of the jokes about my name. Dad has quite the sense of humor and thought it was funny to name me after his favorite author.”

“Nothing wrong with that name. He did win a Nobel prize, you know.”

“Yes, and later committed suicide. Which I may be tempted to do myself if you keep pulling these stunts, Dad.”

“I won't be pulling any more stunts if you will stop ruining my life. I have a very nice looking corned beef sandwich to eat and I plan to do that right now.”

Lester walked back into the dining room and was pleased to see Lily had gotten him a beer while he was gone.

“Walter, I must say, I'm at my wit's end. My father was a very busy man until two years ago. He is the original owner of the Hemingway Restaurants. You may have heard of them. There are four located in the state. After my mother passed away, he lost interest in all of his restaurants. He turned them over to my brother and me. Dad sat in front of the television set all day. We tried to hire housekeepers but he was so cantankerous, not one of them stayed more than a week. Mom and Dad were both excellent cooks but he even lost interest in that. My brother, Jerry and I talked to his doctor. He suggested a place in Brennan where he would have a small apartment to himself and would be able to have his meals with the other residents. I took him there one day and he seemed to accept the arrangement. Jerry and I moved over some of the furniture from Mom and Dad's house and thought everything was fine. That very evening I got a call that he was nowhere to be found. That was four days ago. He seems to think he is capable of caring for himself. Maybe he is, but I just don't feel comfortable having him live alone.”

“I thought your dad looked familiar. I remember him from Hemingway's. I think Grace and I have gone to every one of them in the state.

“Remember Grace, Lester always greeted his customers at the door and stopped by each table to make sure we were enjoying our meal.”

“I do remember! Your mother's name was Eleanor, wasn't it? What a lovely woman she was. We haven't been there in such a long time. I didn't realize Eleanor had passed away. I'm so sorry to hear that,” said Grace.

“It was kind of you to give Dad some lunch. I'll see if he is finished and we will be on our way.”

“Ernie, I don't want to interfere, but it seems your father is enjoying being in Camden Corners and I know my mother is very happy he is here. He may be comfortable at the Merryweather Resort. It is a very nice hotel, we have known the owners all their lives. I know they would watch over him and he could have his meals with us.”

“I can't ask you to do that. Dad can be quite a handful.”

“My own father was a handful,” said Walter. “Not a pleasant handful either. Grace is an excellent cook, he will be well fed and my mother seems to have taken a shine to him. At least consider letting him stay for a few weeks until he feels more comfortable about moving away from his home.”

The door from the dining room opened. “I have made a decision. I am selling my house and buying the Penderghast place. Lily and I will open another Hemingway Restaurant there. We will need to do some repairs, but it is a fine old house and I know it will be perfect for a restaurant.”

“Dad! You really have lost your mind this time. Please, calm down. Walter has made a suggestion, how would you feel about staying at The Merryweather Resort for a few weeks? You have been invited to share your meals with Walter and his family. You have to promise me you will behave yourself. You know, I will be coming to take you back to Brennan if you don't.”

“Ah, yes, The Merryweather is a fine hotel. I would enjoy my stay there. Walter I accept your offer. Grace, dear, I hope you will allow me to prepare some of my famous dishes while I'm in your home. I think I could give that chef at The Merryweather a run for his money too.”

“Grace,” whispered Lily, “would you mind stopping by that fancy ladies shop in town? I'd like to pick up some pretty beach wear. I want to be ready if Lester invites me for an afternoon swim at The Merryweather?”

“Now that the matter of my accommodations have been settled, I want to start the process of buying the Penderghast house. I would like it to be up and running by the holiday season. I have examined every room in that house. Do you know I counted 10 fireplaces. Lily, you will be in charge of decorating each one for Christmas. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

“Dad, you are getting way ahead of yourself. We know nothing about the structure of that old place. From what the sheriff told me, it has been vacant for years. I'm sure the pipes are in need of repair. Even if it was something worth saving, you don't want to start a new business at your age, do you?”

“There you go again. You don't have to tell me I'm old, son, I am aware of it. I would like you to acknowledge that I'm not dead yet. Someday your children will want to put you out to pasture and I'd like to be around to see how you handle that. I don't think you will like it very much.”

“Dad, I didn't mean you were too old. You worked hard all your life and I just think it would be nice if you could take it easy from now on.”

“Son, you are just making it worse. We will not discuss my retirement any further. Do you remember that young fellow who rebuilt those historic homes in Brennan after the arsonist torched them?”

“Alex Kelly is his name. He is an expert in restoration, I can check with him to see if he would be interested in this project if you'd like.”

“ Our daughter, Belinda is an interior designer. Who knows, maybe the house could be turned into a nice restaurant. I'll have her meet us there when your guy is available.”

“You fellas work out all the details, I'm taking Miss Lily for a stroll by the lake. Walter, you may pick us up in an hour,” said Lester as he winked at Lily.

“Walter dear, first thing Monday morning I want to take young Mark Crowley to see for himself there aren't any ghosts in the new restaurant,” said Lily as she turned to Lester. “Lester dear, I am not much of a cook. I don't think people will pay money to eat anything I prepare.”

“No dear, you won't have to cook. We will hire chefs for that. We will both be there to greet people. You will like that, won't you?”

“Oh yes Walter, it will be such fun,” Lily put her arm through his and off they went to watch the boats and skiers on the lake.

“If this thing goes through, the first thing I'm going to have to do is find a manager for the restaurant,” said Ernie. “It will have to be someone with the patience of Job. He'll have my father to contend with.”

Belinda's wedding shower was held that Sunday afternoon at Jamie's house. All the ladies toasted the soon to be Mrs. Roger Allen. Belinda couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right. She smiled and thanked everyone for the wonderful gifts. She remembered the month before Jamie and Mike were married. Jamie was walking on air the whole time. After the party was over and all the guests had left, she sat down with her sister.

“Jamie, did you ever have second thoughts before you and Mike were married?”

“I think everyone does, Belinda. This is a big step you are taking. You will be tied to Roger for the rest of your life. Do you love him?”

“Yes, I do love him, at least I think I do. Lately, some of his little habits have started to get on my nerves.”

“You mean the way he taps his fingers on the table?”

“Yes, you've noticed, and the way he stirs his coffee for a full five minutes before he puts that darned spoon down. I know I'm being too particular, I just wonder if marrying him is the right thing to do.”

“Belinda, if you are having serious doubts, maybe you should postpone the wedding.”

“Mother and Father have invested so much money in this wedding. I only wanted a simple ceremony and it has gotten way out of hand.”

“Mother and Father would never want you to marry someone you don't love. I wish I had an answer for you. Why don't you sleep on it for a few days. If these doubts linger, maybe you should rethink your future.”

“There's Roger now, thanks for listening sis. Do me a favor, don't offer him a cup of coffee.” The sisters both laughed.

“Hi sweetheart, how was the hen party?” Mike said as he walked in the door an hour later.

“The party was fine, it was the conversation after the party that worries me. Belinda is having second thoughts about this marriage.”

“I can understand that. I could never see Belinda with Roger Allen.”

“Why do you say that? I always thought Belinda could do better but I didn't realize you felt the same way.”

“I guess he's an alright guy, but your sister is so full of energy and personality. Roger lacks both of those qualities. What did you tell her?”

“I said she should sleep on it for a few days. I just want my little sister to be as happy as I am,” Jamie wrapped her arms around Mike's neck.

“Is there any of that champagne left? A little bubbly would be nice right now and then you can show me just how happy you are.”

Jamie went into the kitchen and brought out the bottle. She would worry about her sister tomorrow, tonight she was going to enjoy being with the man she never doubted was the one for her.

The next morning, Belinda was at the Penderghast house before she went into her office. “Lester, what ever made you think of opening a restaurant here? Looking around, I can see the possibilities.”

“I'm glad you can envision it my dear. Shows you have a good imagination. There is Ernie now.” Introductions were made.

“Belinda Henderson, I believe you designed the Sherman law firm in Brennan. Your design was very unique” said Alex Kelly.

It must have been the way he said it or it was because he was the best looking contractor she had ever seen in her life but it threw her. “Thank you, I think. The partners at the firm had a lot of input in that project. My designs are normally a little more traditional.”

“Don't sell yourself short. I have dealt with that group and they are not easy to please.” I wonder what's with that rock on her finger, he thought to himself. Too bad.

Belinda was finding it difficult to concentrate on her notes. Alex Kelly was going to be a major distraction for her. She could see his biceps poking out of his shirt sleeve. She never was one to drool over a man's muscles but this guy was an exception. She just hoped nobody noticed. Alex looked at her and smiled. She could feel her cheeks burning.

“What's the matter dear?” said Lily. “You look positively flushed, are you feeling alright?”

“I'm fine Grandma, it's very warm in here.”

“I agree,” said Alex with a knowing look.

I hate him, thought Belinda. I have never let a man intimidate me like this one is doing right now.

“Ms. Henderson, I have some suggestions for you. Shall we get out of this dusty house? I noticed a coffee shop down the street, maybe we could find a table and discuss your plans.”

“Good suggestion, Alex,” said Ernie. “You have Dad's and my recommendations I think you and Belinda can handle it from here.”

Belinda didn't feel she had a choice. She and Alex walked down the street to the coffee shop. He ordered his coffee black and she felt a sense of relief.

They talked about the plans and as Belinda was getting up to leave. Alex took her hand. “Can you sit for a little while? I like to get to know my associates before we start working together.”

“Nothing has been settled, Mr. Kelly. I was under the impression you were going to assess the project before making your recommendation.”

“Once you get to know me, you will realize I don't waste my time with projects that don't interest me. Let me just say that I am very interested in what Camden Corners has to offer.”

“I really need to get to the office.”

“I really need to know about this. He took her hand in his and pointed to the ring on her finger.

“I'm getting married next month.”

“Do you love him?”

“I don't see how that is any of your business, Mr. Kelly.”

“It's my business because I can see doubt in your eyes.”

“You are being ridiculous. Thank you for the coffee. I don't see any reason we should get together again until the project begins.”

Belinda's legs felt like rubber. She was only sure of one thing. She was going to have to call off the wedding. There was no way she would be able to marry Roger Allen, a man she didn't love.