Shadow of Turning. Valerie Hansen

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      Nate rubbed his flat stomach with his free hand. “Good thing I don’t get to visit that often or I’d be fat as one of those pigs you used to raise when I was a kid.”

      “Speaking of being busy, how’s the storm chasin’ business? After all those hurricanes a few years back, are tornadoes startin’ to look tame?”

      Nate laughed and clapped the old man lightly on the back. “Not from where I stand. I’m glad I could sneak away for a few days. Tornado season is almost here and I never know what may pop up.”

      “How’s this week look? Can you stick around a little while, do you think?”

      “Probably. There’s a high-pressure ridge in place that should keep most of the bad weather out of the plains, at least for a few days. I’ll keep my eye on it.”

      Nate walked toward the truck with his grandfather and paused to ruffle the old dog’s silky ears before he asked Ted, “Mind if I drive? I still have a soft spot in my heart for this old pickup.”

      “Not at all. Keys are in it. It’ll be my pleasure to just ride for a change.” He chuckled as he hoisted the legs of his overalls and climbed stiffly into the passenger’s seat. The door slammed with a rattle and a dull bang. “Reminds me of the time I was teachin’ you to drive and you ran us into that ditch over by the Mullins place.”

      “In this very same truck, back when it was almost new. I’m amazed you didn’t yell at me,” Nate added. “We did have some good times, didn’t we?”

      “That, we did.” Ted’s shoulders shook with silent humor. “I wasn’t too sure it was gonna work out when you first came to stay with us but you turned out all right, son. Yes, sir, you surely did.”

      “Thanks to you and Grandma Hester,” Nate said, sobering. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “I owe you both a lot.”

      “Nonsense,” Ted said. “You don’t owe us a bloomin’ thing, boy.”

      “Still, I’m thankful I’m in a position to take care of you the way you took care of me.”

      Watching his grandfather out of the corner of his eye to gauge his reaction, Nate saw him stiffen and push himself up straighter in the seat.

      “You ain’t gonna start that nonsense again, are you?”

      Nate ignored his scowl. “It’s not nonsense. You and Grandma deserve a chance to kick back and relax.”

      The old man sighed and shook his head as if he thought Nate was addled. “If I don’t have my chores and my shop and Hester don’t have her kitchen and garden to tend, we might as well curl up and die right now. I appreciate your concern, truly I do, but we’re not ready to retire from life.”

      “Okay,” Nate said. He didn’t want to start off on a sour note. There’d be plenty of time to discuss making sensible changes during the remainder of his visit.

      He drove out of the airport and headed down Byron Road. To his surprise, cars were parked on the grassy shoulder on both sides of the two-lane road as he neared its junction with Hawkins Mill Road.

      “What’s going on here?” Nate asked.

      “Farm auction.” Ted grimaced as if it pained him to say the words. “The Hawkins place. Jewel went first. Ol’ Pete was lost without her. He didn’t last three months after she died. Didn’t think he would.”

      Nate arched an eyebrow but held his peace. Jewel and Pete Hawkins had been friends and neighbors of his grandparents for literally decades. Losing them both so close together had to have been difficult. He saw no need to point out the obvious correlation between their lives.

      He slowed the truck, barely finding room to squeeze it through the single lane remaining between the parked vehicles, while Domino panted and paced from side to side in the truck bed, trying to sniff every vehicle they passed.

      “Half the population of Fulton County must be here,” Nate remarked with disdain. “Who taught these people how to park, anyhow?”

      “Old geezers like me,” Ted answered. “Your grandma wanted to come to the auction today but I talked her out of it. We’ll never live long enough to wear out all the junk we’ve already got, let alone find good use for any of this stuff.” When Nate’s head snapped around, the elderly man guffawed. “That don’t mean we’re ready to pack it up and move to some fancy old folks’ home, so don’t go gettin’ any funny ideas, y’hear?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      Nate slowed even more, edging forward inches at a time rather than scrape one or more of the unevenly parked vehicles. “I don’t believe these people. Don’t they care about their cars?”

      “Sure they do. They’re just not in an all-fired hurry the way you are. Slow down. We’re almost home. Those chocolate-chip cookies you’re cravin’ will wait.”

      Before Nate could comment, a slightly built woman staggered onto the roadway directly in front of him. She was carrying such a big box, her face was obscured and she obviously couldn’t see where she was going. He slammed on the brakes to keep from hitting her, jammed the truck into neutral and jumped out, fully intending the deliver a lecture on safety that would turn her ears red.

      The woman must have heard him screech to a halt and get out because she peeked around the side of the cardboard box and gave him a sheepish grin. “Sorry about that. I should have looked before I crossed. That’s my van right over there. The tan one that says Chancy’s Second Chances on the side. It’s not locked. Do you mind?” She passed the bulky box to Nate with a smile. “Thanks. That was getting heavy.”

      Flabbergasted, he stood there in the middle of the road holding the box and staring after her as she turned and hurried back the way she’d come.

      Traffic was beginning to pile up in both directions. Someone honked. Nate’s head swiveled from side to side as if he were watching a professional tennis match. True to her word, the woman had vanished back into the rapidly dispersing auction crowd. Southern manners dictated that he deliver the box to her van whether he liked it or not, and given the worsening traffic jam, the sooner the better.

      As he stepped out of the way, he noted that Ted had slid behind the wheel of the farm truck. The old man leaned out the open window to call, “Can’t park here. I’ll go turn around and come back for you.”

      Nate shook his head. “There’s no need for that. Just get out of this mess and go on home. I’ll walk over.”

      “You sure?”

      “Positive. It’s not far.”

      “Okay. I’ll meet you at the house. Take your time.”

      “Yeah, right.” Nate was miffed. Free time was the one thing he had far too little of. He’d come to Serenity for the sole purpose of convincing his grandparents to sell their small farm and move to Oklahoma where he could better look after them. He had not flown all those miles to waste one minute carrying useless junk to some СКАЧАТЬ