Prodigal Daughter. Patricia Davids

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СКАЧАТЬ the good Lord had broken the mold after He fashioned Lettie Corbet McNeil.

      Glancing around, Richard had to admit her home was cozy. The high, molded plaster ceilings made the place feel spacious while the tall arched windows with white lace curtains let in plenty of sunshine. Their gleaming panes were reflected in the polished surface of the cherrywood sideboard with its brass candlesticks and artful arrangement of old china plates and figurines. All of her antique furnishings shone with loving care, from the gilt-and-black-lacquer Regency writing desk in the corner to the massive oak pedestal dinning table with its ball-and-claw feet.

      His great-aunt was, he realized, very like the things she owned—a beautifully preserved part of a bygone era.

      The tiny woman laid a hand on her cheek and tapped gently as she considered what needed repairs. “Let me see. The front door gets to squeaking something awful when the humidity is high.”

      “I oiled it when I first came today.”

      “Oh, that’s right, you did. Well, I reckon that’s all there is, but you don’t have to run off, do you?”

      “I need to get back to the office.”

      “Don’t you work half days on Wednesday?”

      “Things have been a bit hectic lately. I have some paperwork to catch up on.”

      “Your papa would be so proud to see you in that fancy place over in Davis Landing. You might have come from humble beginnings in Hickory Mills, but you’ve made your mark in the world. And that house of yours! My, my! It’s big enough to hold a dozen young’uns.”

      “It feels crowded these days.”

      “How is your sister getting along? Such a sad thing, her house catching fire like that. ’Twas a blessing from the Lord that no one got hurt.”

      “Angela and Dave are doing okay. The girls are adjusting, but it’s been hard on them. The renovations on their house should be done in another two months. I was glad to give them a place to stay, but I do miss my peace and quiet. Angela said to tell you that she and the girls will be over to visit on Saturday, as usual.” He picked up his suit jacket from where it lay folded over the arm of the sofa and slipped it on.

      “I’ll be glad for their company, that’s for sure. I reckon having those two little girls living with you is making you wish you had a family of your own. It’s long past time you settled down and got married. You’re not getting any younger, you know.”

      “I’m thirty-four. You make it sound like I’ve got one foot in the grave.”

      She set her hands on her hips and leaned back to look up at him. “Like I said—long past time.”

      He leaned down and kissed her wrinkled cheek. “I’ll get married when I find a girl who can bake a pecan pie as good as yours and not before.”

      “Oh, go on! Flattery will get you nowhere.”

      “I was hoping it would get me one more piece of pie.”

      “You take the rest of it home with you for those girls. And mind you don’t go eatin’ more than your share on the way.”

      Ten minutes later, Richard sat behind the wheel of his black Mercedes in downtown Hickory Mills and switched on his windshield wipers as drizzle began to fall from the leaden sky. If only he could have left Lettie’s fifteen minutes earlier, he would have missed the jam of traffic that accompanied the local dockworkers getting off shift and the arrival of the afternoon bus. Visiting with Lettie was always a high point in his week, but he hated wasting time in traffic.

      As he waited impatiently behind two taxis loading baggage and passengers, he noticed the Collin’s Drugstore across the street was for sale.

      The tall window cases were bare except for the red-and-white For Sale sign taped to the glass. He had worked there as a stock boy through most of high school. Several other stores on the block had closed over the past few years and hadn’t found new owners. Graffiti marred the cinder block wall beside the bus station and trash littered the alley. It was sad to see his old neighborhood going downhill.

      His cell phone rang and interrupted his musing. He pulled it from his pocket. His secretary’s quiet voice claimed his attention.

      “Mr. Delaney is here to see you, sir.”

      “Delaney? He doesn’t have an appointment today.”

      “I told him that, sir.” Margaret Woodrow’s voice dropped even lower. “He insists you said it would be all right to just drop by any old time and add a codicil to his will.”

      Richard chuckled. “He probably wants to disinherit his ungrateful nephew again. Or is he adding him back? I can’t remember—he’s changed it so many times. All right, Margaret. I’m still in Hickory Mills. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes. If he can wait, I’ll see him.”

      He tucked his cell phone back in his pocket. The line of traffic hadn’t moved, but at least the other lane was clear. He checked in his rearview mirror before pulling out and stopped short. Was that Melissa Hamilton leaving the bus station?

      Turning his head to get a better view, he saw that he was right. She walked past him to the street corner. There, she set down her black duffel bag and raised a hand to sweep her long blond hair back over her shoulder.

      She certainly was as lovely as ever. The overcast sky couldn’t dim the taffy and honey brightness of her thick hair. It flowed in rippling waves almost to the center of her back. She was dressed in a flared skirt with big yellow sunflowers on a red background and a yellow blouse with short puff sleeves. Over her arms she had draped a red shawl with a yellow fringe. Pulling the flimsy shawl up to cover her shoulders, she shivered and turned her back to the wind. The late-October air definitely had a chill in it. As he watched her, the rain began in earnest. She glanced up, then lifted her shawl to cover her head.

      Richard frowned. What on earth was the daughter of Wallace Hamilton doing coming into town on the bus?

      Not that it mattered how she got here. The important thing was that she was home again. Wallace and Nora had both been worried sick about their youngest child. Melissa had left town with her boyfriend months ago and no one had heard from her since. That in itself was bad enough, but to disappear when her father was seriously ill seemed totally selfish. As the baby of the Hamilton family, she had always been overindulged and spoiled, but this time she had gone too far.

      Wallace’s publishing firm, Hamilton Media, was one of Richard’s most important clients, but more than that, Wallace and Nora were his friends. He knew what a strain Wallace’s leukemia and bone marrow transplant had put on the man and his family. That Melissa had run off without a word hadn’t set well with Richard and a lot of other people.

      He had always hoped the lovable but wayward girl would come around and grow up into a responsible adult like the rest of the Hamilton kids, but maybe he had been wrong about her.

      He watched as she tried to hail a cab, but the taxis in line already had fares. She looked around as if she didn’t know what to do next. Suddenly, he was struck by how fragile and bewildered she looked.

      Vivacious and flirty was the way he would have described Melissa five months ago. She had always used her charm, including batting those big brown eyes at men, in order to get her СКАЧАТЬ