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  “Maybe so, but I am sorry for the rude manner in which I spoke to you.”

  She swallowed hard, her gaze darting about. “I lost control of my temper, too. I should have considered the circumstances before I spoke so harshly.”

  For the first time, he noticed how the young woman couldn’t weigh much more than a sack of feed. And in that brief moment she reminded him of a little girl recovering from a temper tantrum. “You’ve been ill,” he said. “And you’re not fully recovered. As for me, I don’t really have an excuse.”

  “You love your daughter.” She dabbed her nose with a lace handkerchief. “I should have seen and understood how you felt.”

  “I love Rebecca with all that is in me. She’s a special gift, more precious than my own life.” He hesitated. “I’m sorry to have upset you. Please don’t leave today. Spend another day or two recuperating. There’s a great deal for us to discuss but certainly not now. Rest today, and perhaps tomorrow you’ll see things differently.”

  Jenny continued to stand rigid, and he fully expected another battle. “I’m not so sure that is a good idea. You’re aware of my reasons for coming to Kahlerville, and the tension between us will be noticeably uncomfortable.”

  “Not if we make a good effort to be civil to each other.”

  Her eyes bore into his, eyes too much like Rebecca’s. “I would think you’d want to be rid of me.”

  Without hesitation, but the problem would probably get worse. Grant gave her a half smile. “Let’s get acquainted for Rebecca’s sake. Who knows? We may even become friends.”

  “I will not change my mind about why I came to Kahlerville.”

  He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I realize that, but I think once you see how happy we are as a family, you will reconsider your plans.” She didn’t reply, and he wondered what she was thinking. “We could take Rebecca and visit the cemetery tomorrow, providing you are feeling up to it.”

  “Tomorrow is Saturday,” she said, giving the impression that time played an important part in her venture.

  “Does tomorrow present a problem?” Did she have plans with Aubrey Turner?

  “Oh no. Not at all. I was thinking about my move into the boardinghouse.”

  “You could handle that matter on Monday. Sunday for us is a day of rest. Would you like to accompany us to church?”

  She glanced at the floor, then back to his face. “I don’t go to church. Haven’t been there since I was a little girl.”

  “Then will you do us the honors?”

  “I really don’t know what to say.”

  Grant ignored the reluctance in her voice. “A yes will do.”

  She nodded slowly. “All right. I’ll stay through tomorrow afternoon, because I do want to spend some time with my niece. I’ll make a decision about Sunday then.” She eyed him suspiciously. “Why are you being kind to me?”

  “You are my daughter’s aunt,” he said. “But more so, you are important to God. Please think about waiting until Monday morning to move to the boardinghouse.”

  Confusion etched her delicate features. “You’ll not change my mind.”

  How right you are, Miss Martin. It will take God. “Rest now. Mimi or I will look in on you later.”

  Chapter 5

  “Now tell me one more time why Jenny is staying in this house until Monday,” Mimi said. “I’m afraid you’ve taken leave of your senses.”

  He peered into the dining room, where Rebecca played with her rag doll. “To get acquainted with Rebecca, you, and me. I’d like to take her to Jessica’s grave. And of course, she needs more time to get well.”

  The older woman’s eyes narrowed. “I’m trying to be compassionate and loving, but after what she said to you? Really, Grant, think about this. She wants your daughter—our Rebecca.”

  He drummed his fingers on the kitchen table. “I know. A part of me thinks I’ve lost my mind, too, but I feel I’m supposed to give her another chance.”

  “You’re wanting to accomplish a lot in two days.” Mimi bustled about. She wiped clean this and put away that in a frenzy of activity.

  Grant took an armful of dishes from her and lifted them up into the cupboard. “Perhaps it will involve a few visits here after she moves into the boardinghouse.”

  “Oh? Won’t that make it easier for her to snatch Rebecca from under our noses?”

  “That won’t happen. I’d never let her take Rebecca from the house. You or I will always be close by.”

  Mimi shook her gray head. “And how long does she plan to stay in town?”

  “I didn’t ask. But I will.”

  “Grant, why are you going to so much trouble when it’s not necessary? You don’t have to prove anything to this woman.”

  For a moment, he thought she might burst into tears. He wasn’t sure he could handle one more emotional female this morning. Breathing a prayer, he paused and attempted to sort out his thoughts. “I understand how you feel, Mimi, but she’s Rebecca’s aunt. And I’m fairly certain she isn’t a believer.”

  “Mercy me. The woman is a heathen.”

  Grant laughed. “Hadn’t looked at it quite that way.” He swallowed the humor in Mimi’s tone. “I think if Jenny finds a relationship with the Lord, then she’ll toss this ridiculous notion of hers aside.”

  “You’ve come up with all this since your argument with her?”

  “Haven’t had many patients today.”

  She shrugged. “Good thing. My dear boy, we all have plenty to pray about. I dare say I won’t let our little girl out of my sight.” She turned and watched Rebecca cradle her doll. “Just because she might become a child of God doesn’t mean all of her thinking changes.”

  Grant felt his heart plummet to his toes. He’d been pondering the same thing. Some of the Christians he knew could be rather opinionated and stubborn. He was one of them, and a perfectionist, too. “I’ll be careful, and I’ll see what else I can find out about her and her traveling companion.”

  Mimi covered her mouth. “I forgot to tell you something. When I told Jenny about Mr. Turner’s visit, she said she barely knew the man. In fact, she acted quite surprised.”

  We can continue our search for information about Jessica when she’s ready, Turner had said. Why would Jenny lie?

  “It will be difficult to pray for her when I’d just as soon direct her to the train station. I don’t like this, Grant. I don’t like it one bit.” Having voiced her final view on the subject, Mimi stepped into the dining room to play with Rebecca.

  Hours later, Grant sat in his office and deliberated the state of the Andrews’ household. Frankly, he found it difficult to concentrate on important matters before him. He’d gone from wanting to physically throw Jenny from his house to nearly begging her to stay. His idealistic approach bothered him, and now he wondered if he’d initiated more trouble when it came to protecting his daughter. Especially since Jenny had told Mimi that she barely knew Turner, but the man had claimed a relationship with her. Who was he to believe?

  Dear Lord, what have I gotten myself into?

  *****

  Sometimes Jenny despised the woman she’d become. All her life, she’d listened to her parents and dutifully followed their instructions, and now she was behaving just like them. Something she’d never wanted . . . often despised. She should have felt some satisfaction in expressing her intentions to Grant. Instead, she wanted to crawl into a hole and never show her face again. How did he view her? Did he think she was capable of manipulating those who didn’t see things her way? Perhaps so, since Jessica persuaded men with her charms. But she wasn’t like her sister. Jessica had a stubborn strength that Jenny lacked. And her mood at this moment proved it.

  Exhausted, she lay across the carefully made bed and closed her eyes. If only she were at home, then someone would tell her what to do. But here in Kahlerville, Texas, she had no one but herself. Back home, Mother was probably hosting a tea in which the ladies discussed the right to vote along with the lat
est gossip. Father was most likely planning his next speech on Darwinism and the theory of evolution or the corruptness of the government. Jenny doubted if either of them realized she wasn’t in Boston with friends. After all, she’d lied about her destination. Yet once she returned with Rebecca, they’d be so very grateful and proud.

  But I’m here, and I’ve insulted a good man who is raising my niece. He also helped me when I made a fool of myself at the train station. Jenny sucked in a breath. Maybe she had become just like her parents. For the first time, she clearly understood what had driven Jessica away.

  What should she do now? Stay and attempt to work out a friendship of sorts with Grant, or leave and hope he allowed her to see the little girl in the future? Jenny never dreamed he’d refuse her offer to relieve him of raising a child. She had assumed it was a burden. A picture of Grant and Rebecca at breakfast settled in her mind. How she envied their relationship. Would Rebecca one day turn to her with the same adoring look in her eyes? Oh, how she hoped so. Her niece was such a captivating little girl, and thankfully not as impulsive and high strung as Jessica.

  Jenny had wanted to reach out and draw Rebecca close to her, but she feared Grant and Miss Mimi’s reaction. Or maybe she feared her own heart melting at the touch of such a beautiful child.

  Jenny shook her head. She was doing this for Mother and Father. They’d be raising Rebecca, not Jenny.

  Opening her eyes, she decided to forgo moving into the boardinghouse until Monday. Many things lay unsettled about Grant, and the extra days would give her time to observe the good doctor—in hopes of finding a flaw.

  Suddenly, Jenny sat upright. Aubrey Turner. Why ever did the man insinuate that she and he were more than brief acquaintances? His knowledge of Jessica confused and upset her. Being the sister of a prostitute wasn’t the type of thing a decent woman claimed. She had originally planned to be a distant cousin, but she’d spoiled that concept at breakfast. She cringed. Surely Mr. Turner wasn’t Rebecca’s father or, worse yet, Jessica’s husband. If he claimed the child, she’d lose her chance of ever pleasing Mother and Father.

  Feeling decisively ill, Jenny chose to sleep away the disturbances threatening to destroy her journey to Texas. Once rested, she’d certainly have the answers.

  *****

  After seeing his last patient of the afternoon, Grant seized the opportunity to stop by the general store and purchase a few licorice sticks. The children enjoyed the sweet treats, and he did, too. When Mimi and Rebecca weren’t around, he swirled a good licorice stick in his coffee. If he was ever caught, Mimi would be horrified and Rebecca would want to try the same in her milk.

  The warm afternoon had gathered intense humidity, and the scent of rain filled his nostrils. He picked up his pace and acknowledged the increased droplets of perspiration underneath his shirt and jacket. The dusty streets could use a dip in a water trough.

  Inside the general store, Lester Hillman, the town banker, talked to Pete Kahler, the owner of Kahler’s General Store. Grant stepped around them and studied the assortment of candy in huge jars lining the front counter. The voices of the locals captured his attention. Couldn’t help but hear them when they stood so close.

  “What’s going on, Pete?” Lester said.

  “Our youngest boy, Frank, is getting married in a couple of weeks. I’m glad to be working and out of the womenfolks’ way. The missus is frettin’ over a family dinner tonight. Cookin’ everything in sight.” Pete patted his round stomach. “But it will be good.”

  “Who’s he marryin’?” Lester said. The banker puffed on a pipe, a rather unpleasant fragrance of tobacco.

  “Ellen Smythe.” Pete’s voice was a near whisper. “I’m sure you’ve seen her helping out here at the store.”

  “Didn’t she use to be one of Martha’s girls?” Lester snickered.

  “Yes, but she left Martha’s more than two years ago.”

  “I remember.” Lester shook his head and took another puff. “Her friend . . . what was her name? Well, anyway, she died in childbirth, and Ellen moved out of Martha’s and started living respectable.”

  “Seems like you know a lot about what goes on at Martha’s Place,” Pete said.

  “Just wondered how you felt about your son marrying a woman like that.”

  “Just fine, Lester. Just fine.”

  “How about the missus? How does she feel about her baby boy settlin’ down with a soiled dove?” Lester took another puff on his pipe.

  “I said just fine. She’s having a big dinner, isn’t she?” Pete’s hands rested on the opposite side of the counter. His fingers curled up in his palms.

  “Fancy doings doesn’t mean she’s welcome in your family. I wouldn’t want a boy of mine marrying one of Martha’s girls,” Lester said.

  “I’m not in the business of picking out my boys’ wives.”

  “Well, if you were, I’m sure you wouldn’t have picked her kind.” Lester teetered on his heels. “Do you suppose Doc Grant is the father of that baby he took in?”

  Pete inhaled deeply. “Frankly, I don’t care either way. It’s none of my business. Why don’t you ask him? He’s standing right beside you.”

  Lester startled.

  “Something you want to ask me, Lester?”

  Lester held up his hands. “I’m only repeating gospel truth.” He nodded at Grant. “What kind of God-fearin’ man adopts a prostitute’s child unless—”

  “Unless what?” Grant’s integrity had been questioned enough in the past. He thought the town gossip had ended a year ago, but here it was again rearing its ugly head.

  “Apologize to the man.” Pete leaned over the counter and stuck his finger in Lester’s face. “You may have a lot of money, Lester, but if I refuse to sell you anything, you’ll have a far piece to ride for supplies.”

  “It’s all right,” Grant said. “No harm done.”

  Lester turned and left the store without his tobacco. Pete laid it aside. “He’ll be back when he realizes his pipe’s empty. Sorry about what he said, Grant.”

  “And I didn’t like what he said about Ellen and Frank.” Indignation simmered inside him. “Ellen’s lived with the Widow Lewis ever since Jessica died. No point in dragging up the girl’s past. Everyone has a right to start over.”

  “Well, Widow Lewis needed someone to look after her, and I understand Ellen does a right smart job,” Pete said. “Besides that, she works hard here at the store. The only reason she isn’t waiting on Lester is because the missus needed her to help with tonight’s dinner. Fine girl. I’m proud of her.”

  “I despise gossip,” Grant said.

  “So did our Lord. I should have reminded Lester about that, too.”

  Grant laughed. “You can when he comes back for his tobacco.”

  “I’ll take this hat and shirt,” a voice said.

  Grant whirled around to see Aubrey Turner holding a new Stetson and a blue shirt.

  “I’m sorry. Didn’t see you standing over there,” Pete said. “Did you find all you needed?”

  “I surely did.” He handed his purchases to Grant and stuck out his hand. “Good to see you again.”

  Grant nodded. Something about the man bothered him. I’m getting as judgmental as Lester. He shook Turner’s hand. “Are you enjoying our town?”

  “Quite a bit. I’m relaxing and waiting on Jenny to recover.”

  “She’s recovering nicely.”

  “And still at your home?”

  Grant stiffened. The sarcasm in Turner’s tone hadn’t gone unnoticed. “As a matter of fact, she is. Were you planning to pay a call?”

  Turner smiled. “Jenny and I will have plenty of time together in the days to come. She is most anxious to uncover Jessica’s past. However, you can give her my regards.”

  “My pleasure.”

  Jenny must have lied about her relationship with Aubrey Turner. This proved it without a doubt.

  Chapter 6

  Jenny’s first impression of Piney Woods Church a
nd the two-story parsonage beside it was of picturesque serenity. The church fairly glistened with white paint, and an equally sparkling picket fence separated the building and the house. Vines of deep red roses wound their way through the back portion of the fence, while bushes of yellow and white lantana cuddled against the side of the parsonage.

  Directly behind the church, under a towering grove of pine trees, a narrow path led to Piney Woods Cemetery. Grant’s wagon made its way past dense undergrowth, carrying Jenny and Rebecca to an open meadow of marked and unmarked graves. A few sites hosted large tombstones, richly engraved with eloquent epitaphs, but most graves held simple wooden crosses or modest headstones carved with only a brevity of words. Friends and family members of the deceased obviously added fresh flowers to the graves and kept the area neat and free from weeds.

  Jenny smelled the fresh grass and the faint scent of wildflowers. If she’d felt more comfortable with Grant, she’d have asked him to point out the source. As it was, she chose to ride in silence, attempting without success to rid her mind of the prospect of viewing Jessica’s grave.

  Grant followed a well-worn trail, pulling the horse to a halt where it could graze. Stepping down from the wagon, he first lifted Rebecca from Jenny’s lap. She carried a single rose with the stem wrapped in a cloth to protect her little hands from thorns. He then offered Jenny his hand. His smile sent a strange chill through her, and she instantly turned her attention to the cemetery. Perplexed, she wondered what it was about the man that caused her to feel so unsure of herself.

  “I’m glad we came this morning before it gets too warm,” Grant said, shading his eyes from the bright sun. “Rebecca and I are used to the climbing temperatures, but I’m sure you feel differently.”

  “I won’t ever become accustomed to this heat.” She wished she’d brought a fan.

  He chuckled. “While studying medicine in Boston, I couldn’t tolerate the cold. The other students constantly teased me about it—and my Southern drawl. But by the time I graduated, I’d settled in just fine to the cooler climate.”

  “I don’t imagine I’ll be here long enough to accomplish that.” She glanced down at Rebecca and quickly back at him. A twinge of guilt laced her words. This was becoming much too difficult.