Sacred Trust. Hannah Alexander

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      To Mercy’s surprise, Jarvis shook the younger man’s hand and even smiled, though it looked more like a grimace.

      Later, as the four of them rode in the limousine to the cemetery, Mercy overheard her mother speaking to Jarvis quietly under cover of the soft gospel music that floated over them.

      “What’s up between you and Dr. Bower?” Ivy asked. “You waiting for him to hang himself?”

      Jarvis tugged at the collar of his starched white shirt—probably the only starched shirt he had. “He’s too smart for that. Do you know he ranked third in his class when he graduated from Kirksville?”

      “You checked his personnel file?”

      “Yes, and I called Cunningham today to find out more about the little contretemps Sal mentioned to us yesterday. I have an old friend who works there. Nurse. Great gal.”

      “And she told you about Dr. Bower?” Ivy asked.

      “She told me what she knew, which wasn’t much, except that about the rank, and the fact that Bower never dated, had very little social life at all, and spent most of his spare time—which was rare—at the hospital working and learning. She liked him. I mean, she really liked him.”

      Mercy suppressed a smile at the hint of frustration in Jarvis’s voice. Ivy’s brows rose in surprise. “So isn’t that good news?”

      “Of course it is,” he said just a little too brightly.

      “Are you still going to check him out?”

      “June will call me when she has more info. She said something about a lawsuit, but no explanation.” Jarvis reached over and patted Ivy’s hand. “We’ll get this thing figured out.”

      “Mom?” Tedi said softly, just loud enough for Mercy to hear.

      Mercy leaned sideways and put an arm over her daughter’s shoulders. “Yeah?”

      “How’s…the practice going?”

      “Great, honey. Just great.”

      “You still doing some E.R. shifts to fill in on your days off?”

      “Some. Not as many since the new full-time doctor joined us.”

      “Oh.” Tedi frowned and glanced out the window for a moment.

      Mercy watched her daughter, whose dark eyes were even darker than usual. Mercy hadn’t forgotten the slammed car door and the squeal of tires on blacktop when Theo dropped Tedi off at the church before the funeral.

      “Everything okay at home?” Mercy asked.

      Tedi grimaced, still looking out the window.

      Mercy repressed the urge to demand what that puny excuse for a father had been doing to make Tedi so unhappy. Just watching her daughter made her want to choke Theodore.

      “So I guess you’re pretty busy,” Tedi said at last.

      Mercy quirked a brow at her. “Busy? Do you have something in mind? You know I’m never too busy for you, Theadra Zimmerman.”

      Tedi made a face at the sound of her full name. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe we could go to Springfield some weekend. You know, like to the zoo and to a movie or something.”

      “Sounds great. And maybe we could go to Bass Pro Shop and eat at Hemingway’s.”

      “Yeah, and hike at the nature center and watch the deer and squirrels and birds eat. And maybe we could even take a whole week and drive down to the Boston Mountains in Arkansas.”

      “We could camp out,” Mercy said, playing the little game they had always played, with their dreams and wishes getting bigger and bigger and more unreachable. “And maybe we could take a whole month and go to the Grand Canyon.” She had forgotten how heartbreaking this little game could become as she named the things she most wanted to do with her daughter.

      “And no one could find us, except we would know where we were,” Tedi added. “And maybe you could set up practice in Arizona, and we could call Grandma, and she could come and join us, but no one else would know.”

      “Maybe we could, honey.” Mercy leaned closer and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “First we’ll concentrate on getting to Springfield. Do you want to talk about it?”

      Tedi turned and looked seriously into Mercy’s eyes. The all-too-grown-up expression made Mercy’s throat choke with tears.

      “Would you, Mom? Would you do it for me?”

      Mercy’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with the person I love more than anyone on earth?”

      Tedi shrugged. “I don’t know…I guess I thought you might be too busy.”

      “Where did you get that—” Mercy paused, and a flash of fresh anger accosted her. She reached out and touched her daughter’s shining dark brown hair. “Tedi, don’t ever let anyone tell you that I don’t have time for you or that I don’t love you.” The anger grew. The day’s grief and the past weeks of struggle with Grandma’s cancer had taken their toll. Mercy struggled for a moment with tears; then she gave up and let them fall.

      Tedi watched Mercy for a moment, her own eyes growing larger. She reached a hand up and caught a tear and held her mother’s gaze. “Don’t cry, Mom. Really. It’s going to be okay.”

      Mercy pulled a Kleenex tissue out of her purse and blew her nose. Her own daughter shouldn’t be having to comfort her.

      To Mercy’s surprise, Tedi’s spirits seemed to lift after that. She smiled when her grandmother and Jarvis teased her, and the smile was real. It was as if Mercy had reassured her of something vital. The mood relaxed until they reached the cemetery.

      As the limousine driver held the door for Ivy, she clutched her chest and stumbled.

      Mercy scrambled forward. “Mom!”

      “Grandma!” Tedi cried.

      Ivy caught herself against the seat as her face grew pale. Jarvis eased her back.

      “Relax, it’s okay,” she said. “I just got a little dizzy.” She breathed deeply through her nose, then exhaled through her mouth. “It’s okay.”

      “You grabbed your chest, Mom. I saw you grab you chest. Does it hurt? What’s wrong?” Mercy demanded.

      Jarvis leaned toward Ivy. “You weren’t feeling well yesterday, were you? You mentioned chest congestion. Are you still feeling ill?”

      “Apparently so,” Ivy snapped.

      “Mother, why haven’t you seen a doctor?” Mercy asked.

      “Very funny. I’ve seen more doctors in the past two days—”

      “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” Mercy’s voice carried СКАЧАТЬ