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His Forever Love
Missy Tippens
In Magnolia, Georgia, local legend says that a couple who holds hands around the "forever" tree will have an unending love.Even so, Bill Wellington held Lindsay Jones's hands around that tree years agoand then left her behind. He chose the big city, and now he wants to bring his grandmother there. But to his amazement, he finds that Granny has a boyfriendand a vibrant life.A life that includes Lindsay, Granny's caregiver. Bill never thought he'd want to come home, yet Magnolia clearly has its charms. As does Lindsay, who makes him long for a second chance at forever love.



How long do you plan to stay in town for this time? Ten minutes? Lindsay asked.
Obviously she hadnt forgiven him for leaving town after high school. Was she upset that he hadnt said goodbye? Or maybe he was reading too much into her anger. Maybe she just thought she needed to protect his grandmother. I know Im not here often, but I do love my grandmother, and Im here now, Bill said.
Where were you when she had the flu last winter or when someone tried to break into her house or when she almost gave her credit card number to a phone scammer? Im the one who helped her then.
She sounded hurt that he was trying to exclude her. Im sorry. I just thought you might enjoy a little time off. Plus, Im not sure my heart can take being around you every day.

MISSY TIPPENS
Born and raised in Kentucky, Missy met her very own hero when she headed off to grad school in Atlanta, Georgia. She promptly fell in love and hasnt left Georgia since. She and her pastor husband have been married twenty-plus years now, and have been blessed with three wonderful children and an assortment of pets. Nowadays, in addition to her writing, she teaches as an adjunct instructor at a local technical college.
Missy is thankful to God that shes been called to write stories of love and faith. After ten years of pursuing her dream of publishing, she made her first sale of a full-length novel to Steeple Hill Books Love Inspired line. She still pinches herself to see if it really happened!
Missy would love to hear from readers through her Web site, www.missytippens.com, or by e-mail: missytippens@aol.com. For those with no Internet access, you can reach her c/o Steeple Hill Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.

His Forever Love
Missy Tippens




For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11
To my husband for being my biggest cheerleader
and promoter.
To Belinda Peterson for being a trusted, faithful
friend and sister in Christ.
And, as always, to God for giving me the stories.

Acknowledgments
Thank you to my church family for supporting me and loving me. And to the Girls Night Out Gang (you know who you are!) for helping me stay sane.
Thank you to my kids for allowing Mom to work and for not complaining about eating spaghetti over and overand over.
Im so thankful for my critique partner and good friend, Belinda Peterson, for generously and, yes, even cheerfully, reading a zillion versions of this manuscript. And for always being willing to room with me at conferencessnoring and all!
A special thanks to Emily Rodmell and all the wonderful people at Steeple Hill Books for their excellence and their commitment to bringing quality inspirational fiction to the shelves.

Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
Questions For Discussion

Chapter One
Time flew backward at warp speed for Bill Wellington when the name Lindsay Jones popped up on his cell phone.
Warm summer evenings studying on the front porch swing. Working together on projects.
Holding hands around The Forever Tree.
But then he hurtled back to the present as he realized there could be only one reason why she would call.
Granny.
He snapped opened his cell phone. Lindsay, is Granny okay?
Shes fine. Sorry to scare you.
He had programmed Lindsays number into his phone when Granny hired her as a caregiver, so hed assumed the worst. Relief nearly brought him to his knees. He waited for Lindsay to say more, but she remained silent. Lindsay?
Im sorry. I She sighed. Your granny did take a fall, so I wanted to let you know. She has a mild concussion, and theyre going to X-ray her wrist. But the doctor said shell be fine.
Tension raced across his shoulders and ran up the back of his neck. How did it happen?
She fell off the back porch early this morning while taking out the trash.
Poor Granny. Shes at the hospital now?
Yes. Theyll probably keep her overnight for observation.
Ill head down there as soon as I can get a flight.
Oh, you dont need to do that. Ill stay with her. And Granny Bea didnt even want me to bother you.
She thought hed be bothered? No, I want to come check on her. Other than Drake, shes the only family I have.
She sighed again. Do you need a ride from the airport?
With all the sighs, it made him wonder what she thought of him. Or did she even think of him at all anymore? No, thanks. Ill rent a car.
He closed his phone and clutched it in his palm. Lindsay Jones. Smart, beautiful, kind, funny. Since hed avoided all the high school reunions, he hadnt seen her in nearly fifteen years.
A thrill at seeing her surged through him, then immediately plummeted. He hated the thought of heading home to Magnolia, Georgia, for more than a quick weekend. It would mean facing the townspeople he had escaped right after graduation.
It would mean facing Lindsay, as well. The woman hed been crazy about from the age of ten, with whom hed fallen in love in high school.
The woman hed held hands with around The Forever Tree. And had thought he was destined to marry.

Lindsay knew it was all her fault. She was doubting her abilities as a caregiver.
Granny Bea, her eighty-three-year-old employer, had suffered a concussion and a broken wrist. All because Lindsay had tried to do one more favor for her brother. Had tried to squeeze in one last errand.
Now Granny Bea lay in the hospital, her face contorted in pain. Probably wishing shed never fired the previous certified caregiver.
And worse, Lindsayd had to callhim.
Shame on me for thinking the call is worse. Whats worse is Granny Beas injury.
Lindsay tiptoed into the room. Granny Bea?
Oh, Lindsay, dear, I hate that I went and messed up our workday. I guess I scared you to death.
Its all my fault for being late.
Oh, pish-posh. I was too lazy to go down the steps and leaned too far off the porch.
How do you feel?
Ive felt better. She gave a weak laugh. My wrist hurts worse than anything.
Lindsay steeled herself to tell Granny Bea the good news. Well, I have a surprise that will perk you up. Bills coming to check on you.
Bill Wellington, a brilliant physics professor and researcher. Lindsays former friend.
Granny Bea looked distressed. Oh, Lindsay. Hell miss his classes.
I had to let him know.
She pressed a palm to her forehead. Youre right, of course. Itll be wonderful to see him. Thank you, dear.
Just doing my job. She smiled at Granny Bea as she adjusted the blanket.
Lindsays best friend Donna Rae rushed into the hospital room. Are you okay, Bea?
Oh, hi, Donna Rae. Howd you get word about my silly fall so fast?
Gertie down in the E.R. called Vinnys mom. And she called me. Are you okay?
Im fine. I wish you all would quit fussing over me.
Lindsay caught her friends attention, then nodded toward the hallway. Well be back in a minute, Granny Bea.
Once outside the room, Lindsay said, I contacted Bill. Hell be here ASAP.
Donna Raes face lit up. So Gods at work.
What?
Oh, never mind. With an impish grin, Donna Rae rubbed her hands together. Maybe something good will come of the accident. Bill will come to town, and you two will finally be together.
What on earth are you talking about?
The Forever Tree.
Lindsay groaned. The Forever Tree was a huge, old pecan tree that stood proudly in the park downtown. Donna Rae believed in the town legend that a couple that held hands around the tree would be together forever. Well, just because Donna Rae and her husband were blissfully happy didnt mean it worked. After all, Lindsay held Bills hands around it, and look how that turned out. Forget the stupid legend. Im worried about seeing Bill.
When was the last time you two talked to each other?
We havent. Not since he deserted me.
Donna Rae rolled her eyes. He didnt desert you. He went off to college.
And never once called. Never answered my letter. Never visited.
And you havent even talked since Bea hired you?
Theres never been the need. Until now.
Well, Im excited. Youre destined to be together.
Lindsay leaned back and thunked her head against the wall. Her friend was way off base. We were never more than friends, but the thought of seeing him again scares me.
Donna Rae gave a deep, throaty laugh.
Dont laugh at me. Im nervous. And just you watch. Ill end up with a migraine before its all over.
Itll be fine. Im sure hell be glad to see you again.
Yeah, right. Hed missed her friendship so much that hed ignored her for the last fifteen years. Theyd been the best of friends. Or so she thought. But two days after graduation, hed left town. Just disappeared without so much as a goodbye.
Apparently their friendship meant nothing to him. And that still hurt. She would have to steel herself for his arrival.

That evening, Lindsay watched Granny Bea try to grip a fork and scoop a bite of green beans into her mouth with her right wrist enclosed in a spanking-new cast. The cast was brilliant white except for Lindsays and Donna Raes signatures scrawled in a circular pattern around the wrist area like a pair of bracelets.
A couple of the beans fell down the front of Granny Beas hospital gown.
Here, Ill help you, Lindsay said.
I might as well learn to do it on my own. Ill have the thing for weeks.
I can help today. Youre sore and tired.
Granny Bea harrumphed, but leaned back against her pillow, relenting. I hate being laid up. What about the community center?
Mr. Kennedy and the others covered for us today. Youll be able to go back to work in a couple of days, looking like one of the kids. She smiled at the woman she took care of who was also her friend and coworker. I know youll impress Dylan.
Yes. Ill have to tell him I fell out of a tree or something a bit exciting.
Mr. Kennedy will sure want to fuss over you.
Oh, dont even mention his name or youll get my ire up.
Hes been crazy about you for two years. You should see him mope when youre not at the center.
Granny Bea shook her casted arm. That man is too young for me. If he hovers, Ill bop him in the head with this thing.
Granny Bea has a boyfriend, Lindsay sang.
I may have to test it out on your head first.
Lindsay laughed, then scooped up a bite of beans, held it out to Granny Bea, and watched as she ate it.
A man cleared his throat in the doorway, then rapped on the door. Granny?
Shed know that voice anywhere. Had she really thought she could prepare for this moment?
She was afraid to turn around. Afraid of the hurt that might still show on her face even after so many years.
Bill, honey, youre here! Granny Bea called. Come in.
Lindsay pasted a half-smile on her face, then swiveled around to see him.
Oh, my. She couldnt believe what she was seeing. She absolutely could not believe this was Bill Wellington. Tall, skinny, nerdy, bookworm Bill had been transformed during his years away.
Tall. Yes, he was still tall. But thats where the similarities ended. He had filled out. And had turned into an attractive man. How could that have happened?
He hurried to his grannys side, then hugged her. How are you feeling? He was so careful, so concerned, that it gave Lindsays heartstrings a big, ol yank.
Im fine, son.
He looked up from Granny Bea and smiled in Lindsays direction. Hi, Lindsay.
After several seconds of staring at this near stranger, she realized she hadnt acknowledged his greeting. Oh, hi. Good to see you again. Wow. Youre all grown-up. Way to go, Lindsay. Stating the obvious.
Yes, fifteen years have a way of doing that. But you look exactly the same. I would have recognized you anywhere.
And she couldnt have picked him out of a police lineup if her life depended on it. His dark brown, shaggy hair was now short and layered and looked as if it had lightened in the sun. His gaunt, pale face was now tanned, angular, masculine. And his beanpole body was now muscle-bound.
Broken wrist, huh? He touched Granny Beas cast. Then he craned his neck, trying to read the signatures. Once he completed reading the circle of permanent marker, he smiled at Lindsay.
Her traitorous heart galloped underneath her rib cage. Stop it! I will not let my heart race over this man. This supposed friend.
Lindsay, I appreciate you bringing her to the hospital. Im sure youre worn out. Ill stay with her tonight.
She bristled. Hed marched in and was going to try to take over Granny Beas care.
Hes her grandson. He has every right to.
Still, it made her mad that he lived his life way up there in Boston and barely ever spent time with his granny.
I can stay, she said. I imagine youre tired from traveling.
I dozed a little on the flight. Go on home. Ill call you if she needs anything.
Hes right, dear. Youve been here all day.
What could she do? Okay. Ill come back tomorrow morning with some fresh clothes for her.
Thanks. He started to hold out a hand, as if he were going to shake her hand, but then the gesture ended up as a little wave. A somewhat dorky wave, more like the Bill she remembered.
She was comforted by the fact that he was still Bill. Yet that little wave reminded her of the friend shed lost.

Bill wasnt sure hed be able to catch his breath until Lindsay was gone. He had to get a grip or she might think she needed to rush him down to the E.R.
Her eyes were still as violet-blue, her hair as deep red, thick and smooth as it had been when she was eighteen.
He was a complete sap. A thirty-three-year-old acting like a lovesick teenager.
He walked to the other side of Grannys bed, putting distance between him and Lindsay. Shes only a woman like any other. Nothing special. Just happens to have been blessed with gorgeous eyes and hair. And just happens to be the girl I fell in love with ages ago.
Well, Granny Bea, Ill see you bright and early. Lindsay kissed Grannys head. Make Bill take good care of you.
Thanks for everything, dear. Get some rest, and well see you tomorrow.
Lindsay smiled fondly at Granny, which didnt help his composure a bit. She stepped toward the door. Good night. She made brief eye contact with Bill, but then turned and left.
So you fell off the porch while taking out the trash? he asked.
She huffed. Yes. Silly on my part.
I thought you hired Lindsay to help with that.
I did. But she was running late this morninghad to get the boys at the last minute.
The boys?
Her nephews. Her brother Gregory is divorced and has sole custody. Lindsays like a mother to his boys and keeps them a good bit. She was about to take them to day care this morning, then she and I were going to go to work.
Work?
At the community center. They hired her as director, and Im working as her assistant.
You mean youre volunteering?
At first I was. Now Im hired. She grinned, and looked so proud. My first job outside the homeat age eighty-three.
His granny working? But her home was her life. Shed always been there for him and his brother Drake after his parents died, moving them in with hercooking, cleaning, helping with homework, chauffeuring them to lessons and Drake to sports practices.
Why would you get a job now? You dont need the money.
Thats a silly question. I love it! It gives me a reason to get out of bed each day.
Had Granny been depressed? Had she been lonely? You wont be able to work with that cast.
Oh, I dont think thisll stop me.
Well, I want to talk with the doctor tomorrow. Theres always the concussion to consider.
She waved away his concerns. You should go to the house for the night, son. Dont try to sleep here.
He looked around the room and spotted a chair. I bet that folds out into a recliner. Ill be fine here.
She smiled at him, and her lower lip quivered. Im so happy to see you, baby. Its nice to have you home. Even if I had to break my arm to get you here. She patted his cheek. Im teasing.
It was the truth, though. Hed been away for too long. And whenever he did visit, it was a brief thirty-six-hour stay. He usually flew in on a Friday night, spent Saturday at Grannys, maybe took her out to eat in Athens, then flew out early Sunday morning. He tried to avoid the townspeople. He had never fit in here.
Maybe he should hang around for a couple of days. To make sure she would be okay with her right arm out of commission. But if she could fall off her own porch doing something as simple as carrying out the trash, he suspected she might be getting too feeble to live alone. Im glad to be home. Id like to stay until I make sure youre okay on your own.
Oh, good. Well break out of this joint tomorrow and have a nice time together. You, me and Lindsay.
Lindsay? Why would she say that? Sure, they worked together some. But Granny wouldnt need her while he was there.
A nurse stuck her head in the door as she knocked. Mrs. Wellington, how about getting up before my shifts over? I imagine youre ready to go to sleep for a little while. She looked at Bill. And if youre staying, well get your chair fixed up with a blanket and pillow.
Thanks.
As the nurse helped Granny out of bed, Bill excused himself to wait in the hallway. But before he left, he noticed what a hard time they had getting Granny out of bed, then how slowly she moved. Shed definitely aged a lot since the last time hed been home. And a broken wrist would make getting around even harder.
He had to wonder how much longer shed be able to live on her own. He would watch her closely the next few days.
You, me and Lindsay.

Chapter Two
Bill helped Granny in the front door of her house. She seemed worn out from the short trip home from the hospital, and leaned heavily on his arm.
Help me into my chair. I think Ill rest a bit.
The sight of her recliner caused a pang in his gut. So many memories of sitting with her in that chair, her rocking him when he was young, then sharing the chair side-by-side, squeezed in together, when he thought he was too old for rocking.
He closed his eyes and let the familiar smells wash over him. Home. At least it was home as far as he could remember. Though he had memories of his mom and dad, they had always traveled extensively, so Granny had been the stability in his life.
Lindsay, whod insisted on following them home, slipped in the front door, put a blanket over Grannys lap, then pulled a TV tray in front of her. Once shed turned on the television, she put the remote on the table. Here you go. Have a nice nap.
He motioned to her to join him in the kitchen. You know, Lindsay, while Im here, Granny wont really need your help.
And how long do you plan to stay this time? Ten minutes?
Obviously, she hadnt forgiven him for leaving town after high school. Or maybe he was reading too much into her anger. Maybe she just thought she needed to protect Granny. I know Im not here often, but I do love my grandmother.
Where were you when she had the flu last winter or when someone tried to break into her house one night? Im the one who helped her then. And Im the one who was here to keep her from giving out her credit card number in a phone scam.
She sounded hurt that he had tried to exclude her. Im sorry. I just thought you might enjoy a little time off. Plus, Im not sure I can be around you every day.
She slumped into a chair at the table. No. Im sorry for jumping down your throat. Im worried about her and dont want to be shut out while shes recovering.
Thats fine. Im sure I can use your help.
Thank you. She stood and reached for the back door. Well, I guess I need to go check out back. I think we left a mess of trash after her fall.
While Lindsay was outside, the seriousness of Grannys situation hit Bill. Shed been ill with the flu. And had had someone try to break in and someone else try to rip her off. She was old and vulnerable. Probably needed someone with her around the clock.
Maybe the fall would turn out to be for the good. It helped him face what hed always knownat some point he and Granny would reverse roles, and he would become the caregiver.
The time had come for him to move Granny to live with him.
He took a deep breath. When he blew it out, he felt lighter, happier. It would be nice to have Granny nearby. Nice to have a family.

When Lindsay came in from tidying up the backyard, Bill blindsided her with the most ridiculous request. Are you crazy? she asked.
He stepped back as if shed breathed fire on him. If only she could.
Im simply asking for your help, he said.
No. Theres your answer. I wont help you tell your poor granny that she has to quit her new job, sell her beloved home, leave all her lifelong friends, and move up where it snows all the time.
It doesnt snow all the time.
Of course. Mr. Brain missed the point entirely. Your grandmother does fine on her own. Whatever feebleness you thought you saw was due to her fall. Shes probably bruised, sore. And for your information, the flu and scam artists hang out in Boston, too.
So Im assuming I cant count on you to help me break the news?
She gave him a look that said get a clue.
He turned and went toward the living room. Lindsay wanted to escape. She couldnt stand having to witness what he was about to do. But maybe she and Granny could change his mind.
She followed him, but paused before entering, listening.
Bill mumbled soft words she couldnt decipher.
Granny laughed. Cackled, actually. Im not getting feeble, son. I just took a fall. And look, I didnt break. Well, except for the wrist.
As Lindsay walked in, Bill said, Youre getting to an age where you may need some help.
Lindsay gives me all the help I need. Which is mainly a ride around town. Im not driving much anymore.
Lindsay took her place beside Granny Bea. Shes insisted on keeping her license and car, but I dont let her drive. So dont worry about that.
Its for an emergency, Granny Bea added.
Bill looked from Granny Bea to her, then back. Ive been thinking about this move off and on for a few years. At one time, I even checked out an adult day-care facility near my office. You would have activities during the day, then I would be home with you at night.
I have plenty of activities here. Lindsay and I coordinate trips for the seniors group at church. And we work three days a week at the community centerall those precious, needy kids, plus a few old codgers who are lonely and come to volunteer. They keep me young. I couldnt give that up.
Well, looks like thats two votes against one. Lindsay held up two fingers on one hand and one finger on the other. I guess Granny Bea will be staying here.
Apparently, Bill didnt appreciate her scorekeeping. He didnt crack a smile, and she could practically see the cogs working in his mind.
He could think all he wanted. She wasnt budging.

As Granny began to nod off, Bill walked through the house, noting the condition of each room. Carpet needed replacing. When theyd driven up, hed noticed the roof was on its last leg.
They had a good bit of work ahead of them if they were going to sell the house. Not to mention the accumulation of belongings from over fifty years in the house.
Lindsay followed him through the rooms, watching his every move. What are you doing? she finally asked.
Im certain Granny will come around to the idea of moving in with me. Im noting repairs that need to be done before putting the house on the market.
Your grandmother is fine. Give her time to recover before you make any drastic decisions.
Its not just the fall. Shes vulnerable here all alone.
Just promise me you wont make a knee-jerk decision.
I never do that.
She nodded. She knew he took a scientific approach to life. At least he used to. Well, I guess Ill go throw something together for dinner.
You dont have to do that. I can take over from here.
Cooking her meals is part of my job.
Three times hed hired someone to help Granny, and shed fired every one of them. And now shed hired Lindsay herself. Okay. Well, let me know if you need any help.
She eyed him warily. You can cook?
He smiled. According to my coworkers, Im a great cook. Granny taught me.
Hmm. Ill holler if I need you. She headed toward the kitchen with one quick glance over her shoulder. As if she didnt trust him.
It was no wonder she didnt trust him. Cooking. Or otherwise. Hed left town fifteen years ago without any warning.
But hed been crazy about her. Hed been her lab partner and study partner for years, while silently wishing for more. Then during their senior year, despite the fact that she was dating Joey Peck, hed decided it was time to tell her how he felt about her.
Hed resisted all along because he was such a joke at school. He was sure she wouldnt even consider dating the schools number-one geek. But as graduation approached, he sensed a new relationship forming. She seemed more confident, more sure of who she was and where she was going.
And maybe it had been wishful thinking, but he thought hed detected a flash of attraction one night while they studied for finals side by side on Grannys porch swing.
So hed gone out and bought her an angel figurine for her collection. It had a plaque that said I Love You. His hands had shaken as he paid for it, then wrapped it up. Hed sent Granny and his brother to the movie that night, and invited Lindsay over. He waited in the swing with the wrapped gift.
Shed shown up squealing, flashing a microscopic diamond on her left ring finger. The thing seemed to wink at him when the stone caught the rays of the setting sun and flashed with each movement as she snatched up the gift, then tore off the wrapping paper.
When she first saw the angel, she froze in place.
Hed sat silently. In shock. Grieving. Mortified.
Then shed smiled at him, but he could see the question in her eyes.
Because he couldnt stand for her to know the truth, he told her she was the best friend a guy could ever have.
Shed shown relief, then had chatted about the wedding plans over dinner.
It was the longest night of his life.
The next day he loaded his car to the roof and informed Granny he was going to move to Boston early. He left and never looked back. He couldnt bear to do otherwise.
He shook his head and himself back to the present. No, Lindsay probably shouldnt trust him. Hed told her she was important to him then abandoned her. Hed taken the cowardly way out when hed left town. And hed felt terrible about not answering her phone call and letter. But hed gone into self-protect mode. Hed had to.
Now he was back in Magnolia and had already upset her. No wonder she looked at him askance.

Once hed unpacked, Bill found Granny snoozing in her chair in front of the blaring TV. He turned the volume down, and as he did so, she stirred.
Whwhats wrong? she asked groggily.
He couldnt help but laugh. Shed slept through the cacophony of the evening news, but woke when the room got quiet.
Its me, Granny.
Oh, Bill, honey, Im so glad youre still here. She lurched forward a couple of times trying to stand, but couldnt get out of her chair. He took her arm and helped pull her up, then hugged her, relishing the familiar fragrance of her hair and her face powder.
He held her away from him to get a good look. How are your head and arm feeling?
Both fine. No pain at all.
Good. Lindsays making dinner. Are you hungry?
Starving.
So, how many days a week does she come?
She stays with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the days were not working at the community center. Plus, shes always checked on me on the weekends anyway.
Im glad youve had someone to take care of you. But I think we really do need to talk about moving you to Boston.
She looked around the room and appeared to retreat to her own world. A smile lit her face. I wont ever be ready to leave this place, son, even though I do realize sometimes we have to do things we dont want to do. Of course, its not time yet. Ill let you know when it is.
Im sorry, Granny. With the fall and all, and the fact that youve already needed Lindsays help, I think it may be time now.
With eyebrows drawn together, she tilted her head back to look him in the eye. Could you ever see yourself moving here to live?
Hed like to spare her feelings, but had to be honest. No. Im sorry.
Dont be sorry. You have your life, and I wouldnt try to drag you back here if you didnt want it.
You know its not that I wouldnt want to be with you.
I know, dear. But I hate that you never felt at home in Magnolia.
Granny had tried so hard to make them happy, but neither he nor Drake had ever adjusted very well after theyd come to live with her. Yeah. Im sorry.
Excuse me, Lindsay said from the doorway. Dinner is ready.
Well be right there, dear. Can you stay?
I cant today. She looked at Bill. I usually cook for my dad and brothers family.
Gregory?
Yes. He and his two children live across the street from Dad.
What about Richard? Bill suspected Lindsays other brother no longer lived in Magnolia.
He manages a hotel in Atlanta.
Im sorry to hear about Gregorys divorce.
She snapped a dish towel and folded it somewhat violently. It was a bad scene. She deserted them all. For a rich lawyer in Atlanta.
That girl was trouble from the start, Granny said.
What she did to those babies is criminal, Lindsay said, her face red in anger. Ill go put the bread in the oven. She left the room quickly.
Granny sighed. Lindsay suffered terrible migraines through the whole ordeal. But Hunter and Chase have suffered the most. Not to mention poor Gregory.
Maybe hell find the right woman next time. But how could he be sure? How could anyone be sure? Shall we go eat? he asked Granny, holding out his arm for her.
Id love to, kind sir. She winked at him, and his heart swelled. It would be so nice to have her live with him. Hed missed her.

As Granny Bea and Bill walked into the kitchen, Lindsay flinched, thinking he would hit his head on the door frame. Luckily, the older house had taller ceilings. And it seemed he ducked out of habit even if he didnt need to.
How tall are you now, anyway? she asked before she thought about it.
Six-foot-six-and-a-half.
You werent that tall in high school.
No. I grew a few inches in college, and put on about fifty pounds over the years.
She didnt doubt it. He had been way too skinny in high school. And now he waswelljust right.
Refusing to think about how handsome he was, she set about putting the food on the table. Yall have a seat.
May I help? he offered.
No, its all ready. In her experience, anytime a man tried to help in the kitchen, it ended in disaster.
Once she had everything on the table, Granny Bea reached for her hand. Stay for a few minutes, dear. Sit and talk with us.
She never could turn Granny Bea down. Okay. For a minute. Before she could sit in the chair next to Granny Bea, Bill jumped up and pulled it out for her.
She hesitated, then laughed. Sorry. Growing up with two brothers makes me a little nervous when my chair is pulled out for me.
He nodded. Ah, the old yank-the-chair-out-from-under-you trick. I had that happen to me in school many times.
She was sorry she had brought it up when she noticed the haunted look on his face. Kids in Magnolia had been awful to him.
He nicely pushed her chair in for her. Thank you. A small, gentlemanly gesture, but very nice for a woman who never had time for dating anymore.
Can you ladies help me make a list of the repairs that need to be made around here? When I came in, I noticed the roof is in bad shape.
Lindsay knew his interest wasnt because he cared about the condition of the house. He was already moving on with his plan to sell it. Nothings urgent. Maybe you can get the roof done on this visit and save the rest for another time.
The carpet in the bedrooms is shot, Granny Bea said. Ive even had Lindsay take me to look at some samples, but couldnt decide what to do.
Granny Bea didnt get it. She thought he was interested in helping her. Helping move her out the door was more like it.
Bill looked from one of them to the other. Well have to get right on it. Ill make some calls tomorrow.
Hes going to be here a few days, Lindsay, Granny Bea said, then patted his hand. You did say you can stay a few days, Bill?
Yes. But I need to check in with my office first.
So they had a few days to change his mind. Once he saw Granny get back to normal, he would have to back down.
Lindsay ran her fingernail in a groove scratched into the tables finish. So, Dr. Wellington. I hear youre teaching physics at the university. Very impressive.
He waved off the compliment as if embarrassed. Not nearly as glamorous as it sounds.
And doing research, too?
Yes, particle physics. Weve been doing neutrino oscillation studies, and weve also begun work trying to come up with ways to detect dark matter. In fact, Ive applied for a grant. I hope to hear something soon.
Good luck on the grant. Sounds interesting.
Yes, its His golden-brown eyes sparkled. Never mind. I would tell you more, but you would probably want to go jump off a bridge. I have that effect on people.
She smiled at his self-deprecating humor. The guy was truly sweet. Shed managed to forget that fact over the years. Her stomach fluttered, and she couldnt pull her gaze away from his. She wanted to ask him what physical principle made him so hypnotic.
She jumped up from the table. I would love to hear more later. But its time to pick up the boys. She turned to Granny Bea. Ill stop by to see how youre feeling in the morning. She waved as she hurried out.
She and Granny needed a plan. And they needed it fast. Tomorrow morning, they could put their heads together and strategize. With the two of them together, Bill wouldnt stand a chance.

The next morning, Lindsay rushed to move herself and her nephews out the door of Gregorys house so she could stop at Granny Beas on the way to the center. Normally unflappable Lindsay was totally flapped. The boys always did that to her. At least until she got to the breaking point. Then the boys seemed to sense they were on her very last nerve and would back down.
She was within an inch of that point.
She jammed her hands on her hips. If you dont behave, I wont take you to the movie this weekend.
They continued to chase each other around the coffee table, but glanced her way as if testing the waters. They were nervous.
One. Two
They darted to opposite ends of the couch to find their shoes.
Two and a half
Im weady! Chase jumped up with his shoes on the wrong feet. I beat Hunter. I win!
No you didnt. You got em backwards. Hunter smirked at his little brother. So I win.
Three. Grab your book bags and head out the door right now. Lindsay pointed.
They werent bad boys. They just needed a little firmness for a change. Her poor brother still couldnt get a handle on that fact. He was trying to make up for their mother deserting them. At four and five years old, all they knew was that they wanted someone to love them. Gregory loved them like crazy, but sometimes didnt know how to show it. He owned his own business and worked all the time to provide for his family.
She grabbed her purse and locked the door behind them. Okay. March. To the car. Ill drop you at day care and your daddy will pick you up. She glanced at her watch. Ill barely make it to Granny Beas on time.
I hate day care. Ith for babies, Chase said with his chubby four-year-old cheeks causing a slight lisp.
You are a baby. So shut up, his brother said.
As Lindsay buckled them into their booster seats, she pointed at Hunter. We dont say shut up in this family. And if you arent nice to each other
You wont take us to the movie, Hunter finished for her. We know.
The little sweethearts folded their hands in their laps and settled.
When they arrived at the Jolly-time Day Care Center, she hurried them inside and gave them a quick kiss.
Chase grabbed tightly around her neck and wouldnt let go. I wuv you, Aunt Windsay.
She hugged him back, enjoying the smell of baby shampoo and little boy. I love you, too, baby. He wiggled out of her clutches and ran off.
A pang of regret gave her heart a squeeze. Though she was usually content in her singlehood, there were times when she wished more than anything that she had a husband and kids of her own. But apparently, that wasnt in Gods plan.
She was fine on her own, though. Plus, the boys needed her.
When she arrived at Granny Beas house, she was relieved to find her sitting on the front porch swing. Time for a quick private talk.
Good morning, Granny Bea.
Mornin, dear. Have a seat and swing a bit.
We need to form a plan, she whispered as she dropped into the swing, then looked around for evidence of Bills presence.
Hes in the kitchen cooking breakfast, Granny Bea whispered back. Why are we talking so quietly?
So he wont hear us figuring out how to get him to let you stay here.
Aha. Well, I think I can get him to cooperate. Or else Ill turn him over my knee. She laughed.
Granny Bea didnt understand how serious Bill was. He seems determined, so we have to fight. Plan A is we show him how involved you are at the community center.
I think youre right. And we also show him how well you and I do together.
Lindsay sat up straighter, excited that this might actually work. Yeah. Were a team. Then maybe he wont worry that youre alone.
Ill drag him to every activity at the center so hell see how important my position is.
Lindsay nodded. See if you can manage coming in for a while today, if you feel up to it.
I feel perfectly fine. And the doctor didnt say I had to limit my activity.
Okay. We have a plan. She held out her hand to Granny Bea to shake on it. With the cast, they had to shake fingers.
Bill walked outside as they did so. Whats going on?
I just dropped by to check on Granny Bea. Lindsay hopped up. Im heading to the center now.
How about some biscuits and bacon first?
Mmm. Biscuits were her favorite, and she hadnt had time to eat while feeding Hunter and Chase. Thanks, but I dont have time.
Theyre world-famous biscuits. Well, Boston-famous anyway.
Lindsay raised an eyebrow.
Campus-famous? Im serious, though. Theyre the best, even if I do say so myself.
Maybe another time. She waved as she walked toward her car, her stomach growling.
Bill probably had the mistaken notion that Granny Bea sat around her house all the time waiting for his visits, that she had no life of her own beyond him and Drake. He pictured her wasting away on her ownlonely, decrepit. Maybe if he saw evidence of Grannys vitality, he would get beyond his limited imaginings.
Maybe if Mr. Kennedy pursued Granny Bea more than ever, Bill would realize she had a life of her own. Besides, Mr. Kennedy was only seventy-four years old. A youngster who could take care of her if she ever needed help.
Lindsay practically rubbed her hands together in delight. She would speak to Granny Beas suitor as soon as he arrived to volunteer that day. And he would be there. He hadnt missed a day since Granny Bea began working.

Bill, honey, I need a ride to work today.
His grandmother hadnt been home from the hospital for a full twenty-four hours. You should be recovering, Granny.
My doctor didnt place any limitations on me, and other than the bother of the cast, I feel perfectly normal.
What could he do? Perhaps call on her maternal instincts? How about staying home to visit with me today?
Youre right. I dont want to miss the chance to visit with you. So youre coming with me. She grabbed her purse and headed out the front door. Come on, son. Im already late.
So much for spending the morning making phone calls about the house. He patted his pocket to make sure he had his cell phone. He could make calls from the community center.
As they drove toward the town square, he caught Granny staring at him. What?
Its so nice to have you here. Im tickled that everyone at the center will get to meet you. Youll be a good role model for the little ones.
I still cant believe youre working there. How old are the kids?
Age three and up.
Do Gregorys boys come?
No, theyre in full-time day care. The three-and four-year-olds only come in the mornings. In the afternoons, we have the after-school children. And senior citizens from the church come in the morning to socialize and to serve as volunteers to help with the children.
He couldnt believe his Granny hadnt mentioned this. Did you get started with the church group?
Im actually the one who started the senior volunteer program. And Ive applied for a grant to help fund a lunch program for the preschoolers.
As he pulled into a parking place, he gaped at his grandmother. Youre kidding.
Maybe I should be offended, she said with a smile.
Im sorry. I didnt mean it that way. Im truly impressed.
Maybe well both receive our grants. She patted his cheek. Now come help me out of the car.
He hurried around to open her door and give her a hand. Then she led the way inside. This new Granny was such a surprise. A nice surprise. Maybe he had Lindsay to thank for Grannys newfound happiness and fulfillment.
As soon as they walked in, a dapperly dressed elderly gentleman hurried over to them. Bea! Oh, Bea, are you okay? I heard you broke your wrist. His face flamed red all the way to the top of his balding head.
She shooed at him as if he were a bothersome fly. Im perfectly fine, Mr. Kennedy. Then she brushed past him.
Bill choked back a chuckle. The poor guy. Reminded him of how he felt his freshman year of high school whenever he had tried to make conversation with Lindsay. Hed followed her around like a lost puppy dog waiting for her to notice him, and when she had, hed invariably made dumb, nonsensical comments.
The woman herself was leaning over a child at a small table, pointing to something the child was drawing with a crayon. Her deep red hair that used to hang all the way down her back now swung just below her chin, curving toward her face. She pushed it behind her ear as she smiled at the child.
He inhaled deeply to try to catch his breath. How could she still affect him so? Maybe he and Mr. Kennedy had a bit more in common than he first thought.
He turned to the man, who seemed engrossed in Grannys every move. Hi, Mr. Kennedy. Im Bill Wellington, Beas grandson.
Oh, Bea talks about you all the time. You and your brother. Im glad to finally meet you.
She insisted on working today, even after being in the hospital yesterday.
Stubborn woman. Believe me, I know.
Bill swiped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at the frustration in the mans voice. Then a sobering thought hit him. He would be taking Granny away from a man who obviously had a crush on her.
At least Granny didnt seem to care for Mr. Kennedy.
Bill, come meet the children, Granny called from a low table across the room.
She introduced him to each child sitting around the table. One little boy seemed especially attached to Granny. He clung to her leg as she handed out papers.
And this is Dylan. Hes my helper today.
I got to sign her cast, Dylan told him proudly.
Oh, let me see. Bill checked out his scribbled name in purple marker. Nice job.
Granny ruffled the boys hair. Dylan, why dont you sit down and work the puzzle with the rest of the children.
Okay, Granny Bea. He slid into a small wooden chair and began to connect the dots on the page. His tongue hung out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.
Granny beamed at Bill. This is what I look forward to three days a week.
Lindsay approached. Granny Bea, now that the kids are busy, could you go ahead and start the bingo game for our adults?
Sure thing. Be back in a jiffy. She hurried to the other side of the room, full of more energy than ever before.
How long do the little ones stay? he asked Lindsay.
We feed them lunch, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches donated from our church right now. But your grandmother has applied for a federal grant for funding for a fuller meal.
She mentioned that. When do the older kids get here?
After school, around three oclock. We feed them a snack, help with homework, then play educational games.
And the center is open three days a week?
She reached over to pick up a crayon Dylan had dropped, then patted him on the back. So far. We hope to move to five days a week in the next year or so. It was a small program we started as a ministry at the church one day a week, but were working with the county to get it fully funded. Theyre already providing the building.
Impressive.
Your granny has had a lot to do with the success of the program. We really need her. She stared at him as if in challenge. She appeared very determined.
So was he. I understand.
Granny walked up. So, Bill, what do you think of our little community center?
Its amazing what youve all done. Kudos to both of you.
Bea? Mr. Kennedy tapped her on the shoulder.
She huffed as if irritated. Yes?
Would you go out to dinner with me this evening?
Granny slapped a hand to her chest. Why, Mr. Kennedy, you cant fraternize with the staff.
I didnt ask you to fraternize. I only asked you to dinner.
Obviously flustered, she sputtered, I cant do anything tonight. I have company.
Well, thats the problem. I hear Bill may be moving you up to Boston, and I cant bear to see you go. He tugged on his bow tie, which left it slightly crooked.
Bill arched his brows at Lindsay. Seemed shed been talking to Grannysnot-quite-boyfriend.
Thats none of your concern, sir. Granny marched away and sat on a small chair at the table with the children.
A dejected Mr. Kennedy left the center.
Nice try, Lindsay.
What do you mean?
If moving Granny to Boston is best for her, then thats what I need to do. You cant try to sway my decision by manipulating a poor old man who has a crush on her.
She made no comment, but her face reddened. With her creamy, clear complexion, even the slightest blush had always sent streaks of red along her cheeks and down her neck. If the embarrassment or nervousness continued, shed end up with hives on her neck and chest.
Never mind her scheming. He had work to do. Im going back to Grannys to make some calls. You know, if Grannys well enough to work, then she wont need you helping her as much while Im here. Why dont you take tomorrow off?
I dont mind comingwe have our routine, you know.
Enjoy a paid day off. Granny and I could use some time together.
She frowned. But she doesnt pay me for weekends. I like to visit.
That made it a little more difficult to keep her away. And truly, it wasnt as if he didnt want her around. He just didnt want her meddling. No, I insist you take a break from the extra responsibility. Rest. Get caught up at home.
Okay. I can take a hint.
His own face burned, probably as red as hers. What time this afternoon should I come back to pick up Granny?
I can bring her home when we leave at six.
She works the whole day?
Its only three days a week. And she gets a break between one and three oclock.
Does she go home to rest?
No, she usually hangs out here with me.
Helping you work?
You know, you should probably talk to your grandmother about her work schedule. I need to get back to the kids. She walked away in a huff.
Of course, he had been somewhat accusatory. But he needed to make sure Lindsay wasnt overworking Granny.
Past experience told him Lindsay wouldnt do that. But he couldnt let ancient memories sway decisions he needed to make in the present.

Chapter Three
The next morning, Lindsay reflected on how she had nearly messed up by pushing Mr. Kennedy on Granny Bea. The poor man hadnt felt comfortable asking Bea out yet, so Lindsay had pretty much begged him to. Now Bill was on to them. Shed have to be more subtle.
So, she would do what Bill had insisted she do. She would stay away. Only for today, though.
She cleaned an already clean house. Washed two small loads of laundry. Ate frozen waffles heated in the toaster. Sipped a cup of coffee. Read the newspaper and clipped coupons. Watered the front-porch flowerpots full of begonias and impatiens. Swept dirt off the sidewalk.
And the clock on the mantel said ten oclock.
A.m.
How would she spend a whole day without visiting Granny Bea or without taking care of Hunter and Chase? There werent any activities at church that day. Her dad was working in his yard.
Maybe she could visit Donna Rae. See if she could help her around the house for a while. She must have a ton of work to do with that houseful of kids.
She pulled a pound cake out of the freezer to take to them. She always made two so shed have an extra on hand to give away. Today seemed like a good occasion.
When she arrived, Vinnys car was gone. But he usually showed houses on Saturday, so she wasnt surprised.
She walked in the front door without knocking. They hadnt knocked on each others doors for twenty years, if ever. Hello.
In here, Donna Rae called from the kitchen. She was elbow-deep in dishwashing suds. Oh, hey, Lindsay. What brings you by?
I come bearing sweets. She set the cake on the counter.
Oh, I hope its a chocolate pound cake.
Not chocolate. Sour cream.
Yummy. Ive been craving chocolate, though. She bit her lip and wouldnt look at Lindsay.
No way. Youre kidding, arent you? A late April Fools Day joke?
April Fools was a month ago.
So youre not kidding. Youre pregnant? Again?
She smiled a radiant smile. Yes, number five, and Im thrilled. So dont look so shocked and disappointed.
She held up her hands in surrender. Hey, Im happy if youre happy. Thats all that matters. She hugged her friend and tried to be genuinely happy. But sometimes she battled the green-eyed monster.
Dont tell anyone yet. We want to wait a few more weeks, then tell our family.
Okay. Are you sick yet?
No. And maybe, God willing, I wont be this time.
Lindsay practically snorted. Yeah, right.
On to better subjects. Has Bill asked you out yet?
She did snort a laugh that time. Are you kidding? He arrived, spent about five minutes with Granny Bea, then decided that she needs to move up there to live with him.
Well, youve always said he needs to be thinking more about taking care of her.
I meant for him to move home to do so.
Can you blame the guy? He has this illustrious career up there. Why would he move back to Magnolia?
You have a point. I guess hell have to trust us to watch over her.
Donna Rae looked away as she slowly dried her hands on a dish towel. You could help him take care of her. Up there in Bostonone of the places youve always wanted to visit, if you recall.
Dont tell me you have pregnancy mush-brain already. This is a record. Its hitting in the first trimester.
Donna Rae turned and grabbed Lindsays hands, serious all of a sudden. I have a feeling about this. Ive always had a strong sense that you two were meant for each other.
Scary, because whenever Donna Rae had strong senses, she was almost always right. Maybe it came from being such a prayer warrioralways in close contact with God. Why didnt you ever mention it before?
I didnt want to say anything before it was Gods timing for you two. But ever since you said his name yesterday, Ive had chills up my back when I think of it.
Well, stop it. Your ideas about The Forever Tree and this chill-bump thing, theyre worrying me. Because theres no way I could ever move up there. I cant leave Chase and Hunter. They need me.
Donna Rae sighed, then shook her head. I know. I guess God will figure it all out if its in His plan.
Plan, my foot. The only important plan at the moment was the one that would keep Granny Bea in Magnolia. Come on. Lets go find something to do.
Donna Rae cackled. Find something to do? She snatched a piece of paper from under a magnet on her refrigerator door. Heres my Honey Do List. Go for it.
Lindsay took the mile-long list and decided to number the items to prioritize them. When she finished, number one on the list was fix the dripping showerhead in kids bathroom. Shed done that at her own house, so she headed outside to Vinnys workshop to see if he had the right tools. As she tromped back through the kitchen toward the stairs, Donna Rae hollered, Thanks, honey!
Cute. Real cute. But at least she had something to occupy her for a few hours.

Bill wanted to throttle Granny. He was beginning to think hed been totally mistaken. The woman was obviously capable of ordering him around as she went about her daily housework. Maybe she was okay on her own after all.
He glanced at the hastily scrawled directions Granny had given him. He pulled into Donna Raes driveway, and Lindsay sat on the front steps, looking perturbed. She didnt seem any happier once she climbed in his car.
Im sorry Granny interrupted what you were doing.
Its okay. I was only helping Donna Rae around the housedoing a little plumbing work. The next item on the list was dusting the ceiling fans, so I guess I should thank you.
He tried not to smile at the vision of her under a sink with a wrench. Granny was insistent that you help me pick out the carpet. I guess she doesnt trust my judgment.
Weve looked at samples before, so she knows I have an idea of what she likes.
I called and tried to arrange a day for Arnies Carpets to come. They werent very helpful. Didnt have anything open until two weeks out. As it is, Im afraid Ill be here a week.
He thought Lindsay grinned, but then she turned toward the car window as she spoke. I imagine Molly made the appointment. She might be able to work you in sooner if Im with you today.
No favors for outsiders, huh?
You know small towns.
Boy, did he. That was the reason hed stayed in Boston. I told Granny Id rather call someone in Athens, but she wouldnt hear of it. Shell only do business here in town. Said Arnie has done her carpet for thirty years.
Your Granny is definitely loyal. She pointed. There it is. Pull in the parking lot on the left.
They parked, then walked in the store. A little bell jingled to announce their presence.
Ill be right with you, called the voice hed heard earlier on the phone.
Why dont you let me talk to Molly. Shes in my quilting group, Lindsay said.
He didnt want her thinking he was still a helpless nerd. I can do this on my own, Lindsay.
She shook her head.
But thanks, anyway.
She held her hand out as if offering him the store. Fine. Do it your way. She meandered to nearby sample books and started to flip through one.
A moment later, an attractive young woman came from the back. Hi. Can I help you?
My names Bill Wellington. I called earlier.
The man from over in Windy Hollow?
No, Im from Boston.
Boston, Georgia? Is there such a place?
No, maam. Boston, Massachusetts.
Ah, she said as if solving a mystery. You didnt mention that earlier.
Im here to pick out some carpet for my grandmother. We scheduled an appointment for a couple of weeks out, but I was hoping we could get it installed sooner.
Her face screwed up as if she was confused. So its for your grandmother?
Yes. She lives here in Magnolia. On Main Street. Her name is Bea Wellington.
Well, why didnt you say so sooner? Arnie can probably get out there late next week for her.
Thank you. But it grated on him that an outsider could have such a hard time getting service.
She pointed to the showroom. Take a look and let me know if you have any questions.
A few minutes later, as he and Lindsay searched the many books, Molly reappeared. Oh, hi, Lindsay. When did you get here?
I came in with Bill. Were old friends.
Hey, I saw you dropping off Hunter and Chase the other morning. Theyve grown so much and look so much like their daddyall handsome and cute. She practically twittered.
It appeared she was very interested in Lindsays brother.
Yes, theyre sweet boys. And theyre like my own now.
Mollys smile dimmed a bit. He detected some animosity, at least from Lindsays side.
I think Ive found some carpet that will work nicely. He pointed to a commercial grade, low-pile carpet in a neutral color. Its inexpensive since well be selling Grannys house.
Molly gasped. Shes selling her house? No way.
No way is right, Lindsay said. Shell sell someday, of course. But Id rather her buy something nice for now. Something she can enjoy in her old age. She glared a final warning at him as she flipped open a sample book and pointed to a plush carpet in a pale shade of greenGrannys favorite color.
Fine. Well compromise. Molly, well have the plush carpet but in a neutral beige color that will sell well. He pointed to a color in Lindsays book called Wheat.
For a second, he thought he saw tears in Lindsays eyes. But it had to have been the lighting, because the next time she glared at him, they were gone.
Molly looked from him, to Lindsay, then back to him. Apparently, she decided he was the decision maker in the situation, because she wrote up the order. He checked to make sure shed written Wheat instead of Thicket. She had. But she didnt look comfortable doing it.
Okay. We have you set for next Thursday for the carpet installation. Someone will be out to measure on Monday.
Thank you, he said.
The clerk looked to Lindsay. Im sorry about the green, Lindsay.
Its not your fault, Molly. She walked out the door of the store.
He found her outside in his rental car. He opened his mouth and nearly said he was sorry, but then forced it shut. He felt awful, though.
He really did need to get over the guilt of leaving Lindsay so long ago. He couldnt allow it to color his decisions.
No, he wouldnt apologize. She had no right to keep interfering. Granny was his family, after all.
As he turned the car toward Donna Raes house, he remembered Grannys orders. He sighed.
Whats wrong?
Granny gave me strict instructions to take you out for lunch.
No, thanks. I have leftovers at home.
Shell fuss at me.
She would, wouldnt she? She laughed. Well, why dont we stop and pick up something from Minnies to take home for all of us to eat.
Minnies still in business? Minnies Meat and Three. It had become his favorite restaurant once he hit a growth spurt in eighth grade and couldnt ever seem to eat enough. The growth spurt continued all the way through high school.
Shes still open. Im sure shed love to see you.
He hadnt had Minnies fried chicken in fifteen years. And hed like to see her, too. Good idea. My mouths watering just thinking about the chicken.
As they walked in the restaurant, there was a perceptible hush, a lull in the conversation.
Lindsay realized that most people, even if they knew who he was, wouldnt recognize him. Some wouldnt even remember him.
He was so smart and good-looking. She couldnt help but wonder why hed never married. Maybe hed never found someone to share his passion for physics. Hed loved the subject from the time he was old enough to readin kindergarten, according to Granny Bea. When hed moved to town the summer after fourth grade, Lindsay often found him outside, perched in the mimosa tree, reading thick nonfiction books about atomic particles that hed checked out from the library.
He touched her elbow and guided her to a table, acting as if they werent the center of attention. She was afraid their appearance together might become a topic for gossip.
When they sat, he whispered, I cant believe I decided to come here. Too many people. All staring.
Many probably dont recognize you. Theyll assume Ive got a boyfriend from out of town.
Should I stand and state my name, tell them were not a couple? Then ask them to quit staring? His golden-brown eyes sparked with warmth.
Maybe once your novelty wears off, youll have some peace.
My novelty will never wear off. Ive always been considered an oddball.
Well, Ill be, Minnie said in her deep, husky, smokers voice as she approached the table. My best customer has finally come home.
Ms. Minnie, so good to see you. He stood and hugged her, dwarfing her small frame.
Mercy, look at you, child. You grew up into the rafters and finally put some meat on your bones.
It was your chicken, Ms. Minnie. If it hadnt been for you, I would have been blown away by a good strong wind.
Well, Ill make sure you get all your favorites today. She smiled at Lindsay. Hey, Lindsay. Your regular?
I cant resist. And a plate for Granny Bea, as well, please. Everything to go.
Minnie hurried toward the kitchen, whistling Ill Fly Away.
They sat in silence. She ran her finger over a split in the laminated menu. I know you visit your granny. How come I havent seen you in so many years?
Ive actually flown her up to visit me more often than Ive come here. And my rare trips home have been very brief. He darted a glance into her eyes, then looked away, toward the front door. I guess we havent run into each other.
She couldnt shake the feeling hed avoided her.
Well, maybe youll see some old friends this time.
Im only here for Granny. But its nice to see Minnie.
Would he have ever come to see her? Youll have to go visit Pastor Eddie. Hed love to see you.
Minnie set two glasses of syrupy-thick sweet iced tea on the table. On the house while you wait. She tapped Bill on the shoulder. So, sugar, what brings you to town after all this time?
Granny took a fall. Broke her wrist.
Bill Wellington, shame on you. You shouldnt wait for a crisis to make you come home, Minnie said.
I apologize. Ive been in town, but havent made it over to the restaurant.
I forgive you. This time. Minnie shook her finger at him. No excuses from now on.
He wont be able to resist your chicken now that hell have another taste, Lindsay said.
See, Ms. Minnie said almost like a frog croaking. You cant resist the people who care about you.
Lindsay laughed at the sounds Minnie managed to make, as well as the look on Bills face. Something inside fluttered. She feltwellhappy. It was almost as if she and Bill were spending time together as friends once again.
So how long are ya staying, sugar?
Actually, I wont be here but a few days, he said, blowing the friendly little vision out of Lindsays mind. I have to get back to my classes to prepare for finals.
Well, you be sure to stop by next time. Minnie patted him on the shoulder and walked away.
Lindsay sipped her tea. Im sure my family will want to see you while youre here.
Id like that. He stretched his arms across the back of the booth, which emphasized how large he was. You know, Ill be glad to help you with your nephews anytime you need it, Lindsay.
Okay. Her heart squeezed. She forced herself to look him in the eye with a smile on her face. Thank you.
Youve been a good friend to Granny. Its the least I can do.
Yeah. A good friend to Granny. Not a word about what good friends theyd been years ago. Not a word about wanting to be her friend now. She clamped her teeth together so she could resist the urge to blurt out that he should head on back to Boston and leave them alone.
She could kick herself for letting a bit of hope creep up on her.

When they arrived back at Grannys with lunch, Lindsay, whod been quiet the whole way home, said, Ill help you carry this in, then Ill take mine home to eat.
He knew it was the right thing to do. The smart thing. But as she reached for her sack of food, he pulled it away from her. Why dont you stay and eat with us?
I need to get home. I need towell, I
As he was about to accuse her of making excuses, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A haze. Behind the house.
Whats wrong? she asked.
Is that smoke?
She didnt answer. She took off running toward the house.
He closed the gap and beat her through the front door. He bounded to the kitchen where smoke filled the air. It rolled in plumes from a pan on the stove, the acrid smell choking him. He grabbed the handle of the pot and ran out the back door with it.
Ive got the garden hose, Lindsay said from beside the back steps as she turned the water on. She unrolled the hose and pulled it over to spray the singed food.
Ill find Granny, he said as he rushed back in the door. He called for her over and over, but no answer. She was nowhere in the house.
He found Lindsay holding her nose as she stared into the pan. I think it was green beans.
The stove was set on high. She must have put them on to cook quickly, then left them. Shes not in the house.
Im sure she walked over to Sandras.
He wouldnt quit worrying until he actually saw her. Ill be back. Can you see if you can figure out what I did with the food from Minnies? I have no idea where I put it down.
She grinned. It might be up on the roof.
He grinned in return. Maybe we can have green beans for lunch, then.
She burst out laughing. Ill find it. Go check on Granny Bea.
He paused for a moment. He couldnt resist smiling. She looked so young, like she had when hed been so crazy about her. She was the first to break the connection as she turned to go back inside.
He walked next door to Sandras back entrance. The tight clench in his jaw eased when he heard Grannys voice through the screen door. She was fine.
He knocked. Hi, ladies.
Oh, come in, Bill, Sandra said as she jumped out of her chair and hurried over to greet him. She gave him a fierce hug. Im so glad youre home to see your granny. And staying for a few days no less.
Hi, Miss Sandra. Its good to be here.
Come join us, son, Granny said from the far side of the kitchen table.
I cant stay. Granny, we just got home and found your pot of beans burning.
Oh, no. She tried to get up from the low-sitting chair.
He grasped her arm and helped pull her up. Its okay. We took the pan outside and Lindsay sprayed water on it.
Did it damage my kitchen?
Once it airs out, itll be fine.
Oh, dear. Lets go see.
They said goodbye to Sandra and walked back to Grannys house. Lindsay stood on the back porch with the meals from Minnies set out on the picnic table. Hers included.
You found it? he asked.
Yes, slung to the side of the front door. It sloshed around a bit, but its still edible. She gestured to the table with a smirk on her face.
Too bad he couldnt enjoy the meal with her. Unfortunately, Grannys food fiasco only strengthened his resolve that she needed to live with him to be safe.
They ate a nice meal, but beneath the pleasant chatter lay what he knew they needed to discuss. When they had a lull in the conversation, he said, Granny, we need to talk about the kitchen incident.
It was a simple mistake, Lindsay said. An accident that could happen to anyone.
He wanted to ask her if shed ever left something cooking on high then walked next door, but it would be hurtful to Granny. I know accidents happen, but this could have turned out tragically. What if Granny had gone to take a nap? What if we hadnt arrived when we did?
Its the first time its ever happened, Granny said. I am more forgetful these days, but Im not usually that bad. I put the beans on and wouldnt have forgotten, but Sandra called and needed two eggs for a recipe.
And I bet you got sidetracked talking, Lindsay said. Could happen to anyone.
Yes. It wont happen again. I promise Ill turn burners off before leaving the house again.
He wouldnt push, but he would go ahead and make a call to the adult day-care center near the university. He hated to move Granny against her wishes. But maybe shed come around soon.
I see your brain working, Lindsay said. She speared him with an intense look. Dont make any rash decisions. Youll see that shes fine here in Magnolia.
He wouldnt accomplish anything with Lindsay interfering. She would only keep Granny stirred up. Lindsay, this is between Granny and me. I think maybe you need to leave.
She jerked back as if hed slapped her. Then hurt flashed across her face. Oh. Well. She stood and jerkily put her lunch trash in the bag. She smiled at Granny, but it didnt reach her eyes.
Lindsay He didnt know what to say.
Granny patted her hand. He didnt mean it, dear. Sit back down.
No. I should go. I Her voice wobbled. I guess Ill see you tomorrow at church, Granny Bea. She hurried into the house.
Hed hurt her. He hadnt wanted to, but it was his responsibility to protect Granny.
No matter what it took.

Lindsay made it to the front of the house, seeking refuge in her car. She was determined not to cry until she closed herself inside.
Her car wasnt there. What on earth?
Its at Donna Raes house. Bill had picked her up.
She would have to walk to Dads, then have him drive her to Donna Raes.
How could Bill have asked her to leave? How dare he imply that she didnt know what was good for Granny Bea?
She stormed out of the driveway, walking toward her dads house. She was too angry to face Bill at the moment. Maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow. Sunday. Church. Oh, brother. Bill would probably show up there and she would have to face him in front of everyone in her family.
She would have to prepare so she wouldnt spout off something shed regret. And shed also have to come up with a new plan. Apparently, showing him Granny in action wasnt going to work.

Chapter Four
The next morning, Bill sat on the front porch swing with a cup of coffee, enjoying the cool, fresh air. His legs were so long, it was nearly impossible to actually swing, so he simply pushed back and forth with his feet flat on the ground.
He set the cup aside to send a text message to one of his graduate assistants. Granny had actually fallen at an opportune time as far as classes went. The students had a weeklong reading period before finals. His assistants could field any questions from them. But the research was another thing. They were at a pretty critical point, and he needed to be there.
The roofers would be out on Monday. The carpet installed on Thursday. Maybe that would be enough improvement to put the house on the market. They could pack the necessities for Granny to move over the weekend. Then they could get everything else once the house sold.
The screen door opened. Granny stuck her head out. You better get moving, son.
For what?
Church services.
Ill take you whenever youre ready.
But youre not dressed for church.
No. He hadnt attended in ages. Not since moving away. Not since hed had Granny around to force him to go. I wont be going today.
So, you still havent let go of the past? She came all the way outside and sat beside him on the swing.
You know I cant really put it in words, Granny. I just dont think God cares about us like you think He does. How could He, if He let my parents die on the way back from doing His work?
I wont pester you. But I wish youd go with me. I think youd enjoy visiting with everyone.
Granny hadnt seen how the youth group kids used to tease him. How hed never felt a part of their clique. Other than Pastor Eddie, there really wasnt anyone hed like to see again. Ill drive you when youre ready.
She patted his hand. Okay. Ill be out soon.
True to her word, she came through the door about ten minutes later. He drove her to the little church hed grown up in. He pulled up out front, helped her out, then hoping he didnt run into anyone, he walked her to the front door of the sanctuary.
Once she walked in, he hurried to the car, and he sat there a few minutes, watching couples and families walk inside together. A few elderly singles, as well. No one seemed to notice him. It was like being on the outside looking in all over again.
Moving to Boston and staying there had been a good decision. He would be glad to return home. With Granny.
As soon as possible.
As he turned to look over his shoulder to pull away, he spotted Lindsays car turning into the parking lot.
Lindsays car. Hed last seen it at Donna Raes house.
Oh, no. Hed totally forgotten to take her back there after lunch yesterday. Now he felt even worse. Not only had he asked her to leave Grannys house, but hed also left her stranded with no way to get home.

When it was time to pick up Granny, Bill pulled out front once again. He slouched in the seat as folks began to drift through the door, shaking hands with the pastor. He hated that hed sunk so low as to skulk outside the church building. He sure hoped Granny would hurry and hop in so they could go back to the house.
As the stream of people slowed to a trickle, she finally stepped outside to greet Pastor Eddie. Bill climbed out to open her door, planning to wave to the man if he saw him. While Bill stood with the passenger door open, Granny motioned to someone to follow her. The next thing he knew, Lindsay and a crowd followed Granny down the steps.
It had to be the Jones family. He recognized Lindsays dad, Harry, though he had aged a good deal. Gregory looked pretty much the same. Gregory waved.
Too late. Bill couldnt escape.
Good to see you again, Bill, Harry said while shaking his hand.
Gregory, who looked a bit frazzled from trying to keep two young boys by his side, also shook his hand. Gregory introduced Chase and Hunter, then the boys ran off screeching.
I hope youll come have lunch with us, Harry said. Lindsay cooks up a nice roast every Sunday. And my other boy, Richard, will be in town this afternoon.
Wed love to, Granny said.
He couldnt believe his grandmother had agreed to go. She had to know Harry was just being polite. They might not have enough food for two more. Oh, we dont want to barge in, he added.
Not barging at all. Harry slapped him on the back. We always have plenty. He looked to Lindsay for confirmation.
Yes, plenty, she said without looking directly at him.
Great. She didnt want him there any more than he wanted to be there. No, thanks. I think well
Lindsay, Granny said, interrupting his refusal, I found a bag of fabric that you left at my house. Its in Bills backseat. Why dont you grab it now before we forget.
Sure enough, a plastic bag rested on the seat.
Oh, thank you. She walked past him to the back passenger door and opened it.
She smelled so nice, all tropical and sweet. And her hair looked soft and touchable as it swung forward while she leaned across the seat. But she had acted so prickly since he arrived. He truly wished they could be on better terms.
His grandmother jolted him back to reality when she pinched his arm to get his attention, then opened her eyes wide, giving him a look that said you better do what I say. Bill, Id really like to go eat at the Joneses today.
Well, I guess if thats what you want to do
Good, Harry said. Well see you at the house.
As Bill helped Granny into the car, Pastor Eddie walked up. So nice to see you again, Billy boy.
Bill had forgotten about the nickname. He smiled. Pastor Eddie was one of the good memories. Thanks. Its nice to be here with Granny.
Well, Ill let you get to your lunch. I just wanted to say hi. I hope youll join us for the service next week if youre still here.
Thanks. He knew it was noncommittal, but it was the best he could do. He didnt have time to debate faith issues at the moment.
He had a family gathering to attend at the Joneses.

When they reached Harrys house, Lindsay welcomed them in. Richard arrived right before we did. Hes looking forward to seeing you.
He and Richard met up in the dining room. It was strange to see him since Richard had been only sixteen when Bill moved away. He was definitely a grown man now. Taller than his dad and brother. And looking exactly like photos of his blond-haired, blue-eyed mother.
They all settled at the table, Harry said a blessing, and then they passed the serving dishes. Somehow, they managed to have enough food for everyone. When it was time for dessert, Lindsay shooed the little boys outside with chocolate chip cookies in hand. Then she made coffee and served chocolate cake for the adults. Shed refused his help throughout the meal, but finally relented and let him pour the coffee.
She was extremely stubborn when it came to asking for help. It seemed she thrived on being in charge of the family, a task that had come to her at too early an age after her mothers death.
So, Richard, I hear youre in Atlanta now, he said to her brother.
Yes, but Im looking to move home in the next year or so. Im tired of the hotel business.
What do you plan to do once you get here?
Hes finally going to pursue his dream, Lindsay said as she smiled at her brother. She looked like a proud parent.
I plan to open a bed-and-breakfast.

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