Return to Emmett's Mill. Kimberly Meter Van

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      JOSH MADE HIS WAY toward the local newspaper office to start a subscription. He enjoyed reading the newspaper on Sunday morning with his coffee. It gave him a sense of normalcy that he felt sadly lacking since his divorce, and, small as it was, he was clinging to it.

      The storm had broken, and although a bracing wind kept pedestrians clutching at their jackets to ward off the chill, Josh barely felt the cold. His mind was crowded with the details of reestablishing himself. Dean was good enough to offer him a job on his crew, and Josh was happy to work with his brothers again.

      They were good guys, and Dean had a son a little older than Christopher who was willing to help his younger cousin get acclimated to the new school.

      Gripping the handle, the cold burning into his palm, he pushed the door open and walked inside.

      The blond receptionist looked up at the sound of the door jingling, and when she saw who it was, a bright yet surprised smile lit her face. “Josh Halvorsen? Wow! It’s been forever since I last saw you.”

      “Patti Jenkins,” he said slowly with recognition, following with a warm smile. Patti had been one of those girls he knew peripherally, but as they hadn’t exactly traveled in the same circles in school, he hadn’t gone out of his way to really know her. But he did remember her being a nice girl. Real smart, too. “Since when’d you start working for the Tribune?” he asked, happy enough to make small talk as he handed her the cutout from an old newspaper for new subscriptions.

      “Oh, about three years ago. I was working for the bank, but then there were some layoffs so I ended up here. It’s nice enough and I get benefits. That’s all that matters.” She glanced at the paperwork. “You moving home for good?”

      “Seems that way. The city really wasn’t my scene. Too much country in this ol’ boy.”

      She gave him an appraising glance, answering cheekily, “Nothing wrong with that. Country’s fine by me. I’m one husband away from being single and I’m always looking for the next lucky Mr. Patti Jenkins.”

      He chuckled, knowing she was kidding, and was happy to play along. “Good to know.”

      Grinning, she returned to the paperwork in her hand. “It will just take a minute to get you set up, but your first issue will take about two weeks.” She waved the paperwork in annoyance. “Something about the file system. I don’t know, for some reason, even though we don’t have more than a handful of subscriptions it takes longer than molasses in winter to get it going. Though,” she added with a wink, “once you’re in the system, it’ll take an act of God to get you out. I don’t think Adeline Merriweather has paid for a subscription in nigh five years, but she gets her weekly paper as faithful as ever.” Josh laughed outright at that and she continued with a twinkle in her eye. “Well, honestly, who can take away some sweet old biddy’s weekly news? It’s just not seemly. Anyway…here you go.”

      She handed him the receipt and he tucked it into his wallet. He was in midthanks when the door jingled and he turned.

      Tasha’s expression surely mirrored his own as she shut the door behind her and offered a tentative smile to both Patti and himself. “It seems you’re everywhere in this small town,” she murmured. She peeked around him to wave at Patti. “Hi, Patti. You look great. How’ve you been?”

      “Can’t complain. You?”

      “Same.”

      “Don’t let her fool you, she’s been working for the Peace Corps for the past couple of years,” he interjected before his good sense got a hold of his mouth. She blushed at the hint of pride in his voice, and he remembered how shy she could become under the right circumstances.

      “I heard you were back in town, too,” Patti said, gesturing for him to move out of the way. He pretended to act offended but they knew it was for show. “How are you doing? I’m sorry to hear about your mom.”

      “Thank you, Patti. It’s been a tough transition, especially for Dad.”

      “I’ll bet. If my mom died my dad would probably try to climb into the grave with her,” Patti said in commiseration. “He wouldn’t know how to function without her. I don’t even think he knows how to write a check.” A sudden thought occurred to her. “Oh, goodness. I hope to God my parents go at the same time. I don’t want to have to teach my dad to balance a checkbook!”

      Tasha smiled, though Josh could tell it was plainly for Patti’s benefit. She cloaked her sadness well enough, but he knew her better than most. As if remembering herself, Patti asked, “So, what can I do for you today?”

      Tasha cleared her throat. “Well, I was wondering if I could get extra copies of my mom’s obituary,” she asked, then apologized. “I know it seems morbid, but there are some members of our extended family who would like to see it and they won’t settle for a photocopy.”

      Patti waved away her concern. “No problem. How many do you need?” Tasha indicated five and Patti disappeared into the back to retrieve them.

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