in . . . ?â
âSculpting.â
Great, Russell thought. How was he going to find a job for a sculptor in Edilean? He smiled at her. âI bet youâre hungry.â
They had reached the town and Sophie was looking out the window at the beautifully restored old houses that lined the streets. Kim had said that Edilean was a town that time forgot, and it looked like she was right.
âItâs pretty,â she said to Russell as he pulled into the parking lot of what looked to be a 1950s dinner. âAlâs,â she said and smiled for the first time.
âKim tell you about the place?â
âShe said it could give you a coronary at one plateful.â
Russ smiled. âIâm sure sheâs right, but sometimes grease heals wounds.â
âIâm not exactly dressed to be seen,â Sophie began as Russell went around to open her door.
âThis is Edilean, not Paris. No one will notice.â As he ushered her inside the little restaurant he realized how wrong heâd been. Sophieâs prettiness caused everyone to look. Even in her frayed attire, she drew attention.
The real reason heâd stopped at the diner was to be able to make some calls before he took Sophie to Kimâs house. As soon as theyâd ordered, he excused himselfand stepped outside to call his wife, Clarissa. He asked her to please go to the grocery and get enough to fill Kimâs refrigerator.
âBut I thought her friend was staying at Mrs. Wingateâs.â
âShe was nearly run down by a car.â
âIs she all right?â Clarissa asked, alarmed. âShould she go see Dr. Reede?â
âNo!â Russell nearly shouted, then controlled himself. âItâs a long story and I want to tell you about itâand to ask your advice. The gist of it is that Reede is the one who nearly ran over her and sheâs to start work for him tomorrow. Iâm afraid she may take a baseball bat to his head.â
âSheâll have to get in line,â Clarissa said. âHalf the women in this town want to murder him. I heard that the last meeting of the Edilean Book Club spent three hours plotting ways to get revenge on him. I think the Lifetime channel is interested.â
Russ didnât laugh. âI think Sophie has reason to chair the club. My brotherââ
âIs going to be his usual scathing self,â Clarissa said.
âHeâll enjoy telling me what I should have done.â
âAnd youâll enjoy telling him his faults,â Clarissa said. âIâll get groceries and flowers and put them in Kimâs house. Come home soon and weâll talk about what else to do.â
Russell smiled. Heâd fallen in love with her the second he saw her and he still marveled at his excellent judgment. âDid I ever tell you that I love you?â
âNot for an hour or so,â she said, her voice soft. âCome home. I miss you.â
âMe too,â he said and clicked off. He could see Sophie through the window of the diner and he lifted his hand to her. As he walked back into the restaurant, he looked upward. âGive me wisdom,â he whispered, then went inside.
Three
The next morning, Sophie felt much better. Yesterday, over thick cheeseburgers and fries, the handsome young pastor had told her funny stories about him and his brother. Heâd made her feel so much better that sheâd even had a strawberry milk shake. After they ate he drove her to Kimâs house and, at Sophieâs insistence, heâd left her there alone. All she wanted to do was get clean and put on clothes that smelled good. Kimâs pretty house, with its blue and white furniture, supplied her every need. She soaked in a tub of hot water, washed her hair, used a conditioner that smelled of peaches and almonds, put on a clean cotton nightgown, and fell into bed at 9:00 p.m. She was asleep instantly.
She didnât