Love Came Unexpectedly. Ruth Scofield

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      “No buts to it. That’s why I wanted to talk with you as soon as possible. You see, I had a deal with your granddad. If you’re going to sell Sunshine Acres…that is, after your year is up…well, before he knew about you, he promised to sell the place to me.”

      She stopped outside the gray cabin. She studied him, stared into his eyes a long time.

      “You know a lot about my situation, don’t you?”

      “Enough.” He nodded, wondering what she was thinking, how she thought, the processes of her brain. “I know you are an unknown quantity—a newly discovered granddaughter. A nurse from Minneapolis. Old Nathan was a friend of mine.”

      “A close friend, hmm?”

      “I guess you could say that.”

      “Yes, I…understand. Well, Mr. Prentiss,” she said coolly. “I can’t make any decisions for a year about selling, but when I do, then I’ll entertain all offers. By a year from now, I’ll have this whole thing under control. Now if you’ll excuse me?”

      She unlocked the door, went through, and closed it in his face. Grant stood a moment, startled at her rudeness, then angrily wheeled away. What a cold package!

      From the other side of the door, Sunny heard him leave. Sighing, she closed her eyes a moment. All this was strange, totally new, and nothing had prepared her for it. It was nothing like her life back home, with work, and study, church and visits with the Larsons.

      Nothing like knowing she was alone. This inheritance gave her a strange identity, a different understanding of herself. She felt she had to learn a whole new side to who she was and where she came from.

      Finally, she turned to view the cabin she’d be living in for a year. Alone.

      Alone and…managing. Everything was quiet, the quiet of deep hush. She listened for traffic, for a radio or television from another apartment, for far away, unseen voices, but all she heard was the breeze.

      She glanced around. Was there anything left of her grandfather here?

      Sunny laid the keys on the deep blue-speckled counter beside the door. The cabin was divided into two sections; the front was an office, and she presumed the back was the manager’s living quarters.

      She turned to look at the office. A huge desk, knee-deep in clutter, sat next to a large window; she’d have to go through that the first chance she had. No telling what was there. Opposite the desk sat two comfortable office chairs against the wall.

      To her left was the counter, which held the computer and phone. Both were about ten years old; she switched on the computer, and it immediately booted up. She marveled that it still worked. She shut it off; tomorrow, when she’d rested, she’d look into things more thoroughly.

      Behind the counter was a wall of shelves stacked with brochures and other literature, and a cork board loaded with pictures. Hung from the second shelf down, at eye level, was a row of keys. For the six cabins, she suspected.

      Tomorrow would be time enough to inspect them. They were empty and locked, and had been since the death of her grandfather.

      She pushed through the door in the middle of the office and found herself in the living quarters. This is where her grandfather had spent his off time.

      There wasn’t much to it. A mid-sized room that was a combination kitchen, living room and dining room. A large window let in the dying light. There were a sagging sofa, a couple of dark-shaded lamps, an aged TV and a brand-new kitchen dining set of medium oak.

      Along the wall sat shelves of books—years and years of publications, mostly popular fiction.

      She strolled over to run her eyes over some titles. Many were from early in the 20th century. Nathan liked Westerns. It figured.

      From the living room, a back door led to a modern deck. It had been added in recent years, she concluded, and was set with a variety of chairs. She decided this was where her grandfather had entertained.

      Adjacent to the living room were the bathroom and a tiny bedroom, just big enough for a bed, a small chest of drawers and an equally tiny closet.

      She found a well-placed wall lamp above the bed, and clean sheets on the bed. How odd…that old Nathan would leave the bed ready for a different occupant.

      Or that someone had.

      An open book, a Western, lay face down on the bedside table.

      A few old clothes still occupied the closet. Were they her grandfather’s clothes? They must be. Had he worn this old shirt? She touched it, a faded brown plaid, and took it from its hook. It was clean but wrinkled.

      She held it to her nose. It smelled of laundry soap and the breeze that had dried it.

      Unexpected tears welled up, and she buried her face in the rumpled shirt. Where had they come from? She held the shirt away again. The tears rolled down her cheeks.

      She had never known her grandfather.

      “Oh, mercy. This won’t do.” She hadn’t expected them at all, and she swiped at them with the back of her hand. How she wished she’d had a chance to meet her grandfather. If she’d known…

      But she hadn’t. She’d been told about her father, Johnny Merrill, and how Alison, her mom, had loved him. She had heard all about their runaway romance, and how Johnny’d died in an accident before Sunny was born. Her gentle mother had been heartbroken.

      Her mom had spoken of him with lingering affection and love in the days of Sunny’s growing up, but they’d lived from hand to mouth. Alison never told Sunny anything about Johnny’s parents.

      What her mom had said was that there were no living relatives. Sunny had assumed they were all gone, like Mom, now, to cancer, and her mother’s parents, to a heart attack and an accident. Like her dad.

      She sighed. Alison had died when Sunny was twelve. Sunny had finished her growing up in foster families, some better than others. But she’d been blessed beyond reason when she’d finally fallen in with the Larsons at almost fifteen.

      They’d helped her grow to womanhood and Sunny visited them now every week, along with their current crop of foster kids. She especially loved little Lori.

      Well, this was her inheritance. She sniffed back her tears and straightened. After the inspection, she had intended to go back to town to a motel and to have a good dinner. She’d driven since early morning, from Minneapolis, and she was exhausted.

      But that was changed now. She’d sleep here. She put the shirt back in the closet.

      Sunny set about unloading her car. It was almost dark, and she turned on all the lights in the cabin as she traipsed back and forth carrying her things inside. There wasn’t much; she had packed for only a couple of weeks. She’d planned to stay only until she could understand where she stood with all this.

      But the lawyer said she had to live here a year…

      She wouldn’t think of that now. There were immediate things that demanded attention. The stack of bills she’d spied on the desk and counter, СКАЧАТЬ