Cedar Cove Collection. Debbie Macomber
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Название: Cedar Cove Collection

Автор: Debbie Macomber

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781472074386

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      But it was too late. Much too late.

      Charlotte Jefferson wore her finest dress—navy dotted Swiss, with long sleeves and a full skirt—on her next visit to Tom Harding at the Cedar Cove Convalescent Center. She’d worked feverishly knitting the lap robe for him, and it showed excellent workmanship, even if she said so herself.

      Tom was sitting in his wheelchair when she breezed into the room. “I told you I’d be back,” she said, smiling warmly, the newspaper tucked under one arm. Her new friend looked well. There was color in his cheeks and his eyes were clear and bright.

      Tom nodded, obviously pleased to see her. His right hand pointed shakily to the empty chair.

      “Thank you,” she said, sinking gratefully onto the seat. “I don’t usually dress up in my best except on Sundays, but I just came from the funeral of a friend of my husband’s.”

      Tom stared at her blankly.

      “We were friends with the Iversons for years,” she said. “He was a good man. Died of lung cancer. Used to smoke like a chimney.” She shook her head sadly, then crossed her legs and removed her left shoe. “I was on my feet most of the afternoon,” she explained. “I’m not as young as I used to be, and Lloyd Iverson’s death really shook me.” Sighing, she looked over at him. “How was your week?”

      Tom shrugged.

      “Are they treating you well?”

      He nodded as if to say he had no complaints.

      “How about the food?”

      Another shrug.

      “Speaking of food,” she said, brightening. “I got the most fabulous recipe for broccoli lasagna at the wake. I just love it when I find a good recipe. Last month we buried Marion Parsons, and a lady from her church brought the most incredible noodle salad made with—and this is the kicker—whipped cream. Spaghetti noodles with a marshmallow and cream dressing. It was out of this world.” It suddenly occurred to her that Tom might not be interested in hearing about the recipe exchange that went on at wakes.

      “I’m glad to hear you like it here in Cedar Cove.”

      He nodded again.

      “I think I’ll make up a batch of that broccoli lasagna and take half of it over to my daughter. She lives alone now, and I just don’t think she eats enough vegetables. It doesn’t matter that she’s fifty-two, she’s still my little girl and I worry about her.”

      Tom smiled faintly.

      “Would you like me to bring you a piece, too?”

      Grinning, Tom shook his head.

      “You don’t like broccoli, is that it? You and George Bush. Not George W. I don’t know if he likes broccoli or not.”

      Once more Tom shook his head.

      “Broccoli’s good for the bowels. Now, that’s something we both need to think about, especially at our age.” She laughed outright, wondering how Olivia would react if she could hear her now.

      Shuffling his right foot, Tom laboriously rolled the wheelchair over to his nightstand.

      “You want me to get something for you?” she asked.

      His white head bobbed.

      “It’s inside the drawer here?” she asked.

      His brown eyes were intense, and he indicated that she’d guessed right.

      Charlotte eased open the drawer and found a pen, pad and a small coin purse that closed with a zipper. Years earlier, Clyde had carried a similar one. Thinking Tom might want her to write something down, she took out the pen and paper.

      He frowned and shook his head.

      She reached for the coin purse, instead, and glanced at him again.

      Tom smiled and nodded.

      “Do you want me to open it?” She realized that he must and carefully unzipped the small leather pouch. Inside was a folded yellow sheet of paper, which she removed. She set aside the coin holder and realized there was something enclosed in the paper. A key.

      “What’s this?” she asked, openly curious now.

      Tom sat back; he seemed to be waiting for her to discover the answer on her own.

      Charlotte unfolded the single sheet of paper and saw that it was a receipt for a storage unit right here in Cedar Cove. How he’d arranged that, she couldn’t guess. She’d have to ask Janet Lester.

      Uncertain what she was supposed to do with the key, Charlotte looked questioningly at Tom. “Everything seems to be in order,” she assured him, returning the key and the receipt to the pouch. She was about to place it in the drawer when he stopped her, leaning forward and clasping her forearm with his right hand.

      His eyes pleaded with her.

      “You don’t want me to put it back here?” she asked.

      He shook his head, breathing hard from his exertion.

      “What would you like me to do with it?”

      He looked directly at her purse, which rested on the floor next to her large knitting bag.

      “Take it with me?”

      He nodded.

      “Wouldn’t you rather I gave it to someone in the office?” Surely that would be more appropriate than for Charlotte to keep it.

      He shook his head, his expression adamant.

      “All right, but I feel I should tell Janet about this.”

      He shrugged.

      “Don’t worry, your key’s in good hands. I’ll make sure nothing happens to it.” She slipped the pouch inside her purse, then reached for her knitting bag. “I made you a lap robe. You need something to keep your legs warm. There’s a chill in the air these January mornings, isn’t there?” She settled the robe over his legs and stepped back to admire it.

      Tom smiled, and made a shaky gesture to show his appreciation.

      “You’re most welcome,” she said.

      Tom’s eyes closed briefly and she understood that he was tired. It was time to go. “I’ll be back next Thursday,” she said, gathering her bags.

      He gave a slight nod.

      “Don’t you fret about a single thing. Oh, and I’ll bring you a slice of that lasagna.”

      He grinned and shook his head.

      “All right, I’ll spare you.” Tom was probably on a special diet, anyway. “I promise to take good care of this key for you.”

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