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      Lily suddenly swayed and Anne reached out to grab her arm. “Where’s your walker?”

      “Oh, phooey.”

      “Aunt Lily?”

      “It’s in the hall closet.”

      Anne pulled open the closet door and slid out the walker, placing it squarely in front of her aunt.

      “You know I’m still your elder,” Lily stated.

      “I know that, Aunt Lily. I also know that I love you and I don’t want you to get hurt. Please use your walker.”

      Lily released a huff of disgust.

      When the house phone rang, Anne reached around her aunt to grab the receiver, grateful for the reprieve.

      “Anne. Oh, good. I tried your cell and you didn’t answer.”

      “Marta. Sorry. When I get outside Paradise town limits there are pockets where I get absolutely no signal. What’s up?”

      “Megan called me.”

      “Your daughter? Is everything okay?”

      “Yes. She was assigned as diabetic nurse instructor for your patient.”

      “What patient?”

      “That little girl. Claire.”

      “Oh?” Anne moved to the dining room and dropped her bag on the floor. “Is she okay? Is her father still there?

      “Oh, yes, Mr. Hunky has been at her bedside since you left. She’s stable but she refuses to learn how to use the monitor or anything. Megan asked me to call you.”

      “I don’t understand. Why would Claire ask for me?”

      “You made some kind of impression on the kid. Frankly, Meg is a little concerned about the home environment. Apparently the girl lost her mother and really doesn’t know her father. Social Services is asking us to assist on this one. After all, she was found on a park bench. Maybe you could check things out.”

      “I’m confused. How does Meg expect me to evaluate the situation?”

      “Diabetic instruction. Didn’t I say that?”

      “No, you didn’t.”

      “Sorry. Let me start over.” Marta gave a slightly embarrassed chuckle. “The endocrinologist has agreed to discharge tomorrow afternoon if Claire’s blood glucose levels continue to improve, but only if you agree to assist with diabetic instruction.”

      “What? Marta! Me? I’m not even sure I’ll be in tomorrow.” Anne pushed back her bangs. “We’ve got some caregiver issues here with my aunt again.”

      “Well...” Marta hesitated. “They could go to your house.”

      “That’s crazy. They can’t come here.”

      “Company?” Her aunt chirped from behind her. “I’d love to have company. The rose garden is so beautiful this time of year. We could have a picnic. Tell them yes, Anne.”

      “Aunt Lily, isn’t it time for your game show?” Anne inched farther into the dining room.

      “So it’s a little unconventional,” Marta continued. “But this is Paradise. We don’t do things the same way they do in the big city. You said so yourself, remember?”

      “Of course, I did. I’m always saying things that will come back to haunt me.” Anne was silent, her gaze following her aunt, who had settled into a favorite recliner.

      “This isn’t about Matthew Clark, is it?” Marta said quietly. “Because if it is, I think you should put your feelings for him aside.”

      Feelings? Did she have feelings for the man? She’d barely touched the surface of sorting through her emotions after running into Matt. The entire day had been simply exhausting; that was the only feeling she was sure of.

      “Are you still there?”

      “I’m here, Marta.”

      “What happened between you two is in the past, isn’t it?”

      Anne sighed. The past. A wonderful place where she’d like to hide right now.

      Instead she turned away from the living room and whispered into the phone. “Absolutely, and I couldn’t agree more. I was very young and, yes, that was a long time ago.”

      “Then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

      Anne became silent. Should it be a problem? No. She could be a professional and handle the situation. But would her aunt remember Matt after all these years? And if she did, would she say something inappropriate, embarrassing or humiliating for both Anne and Matt?

      That scenario seemed highly unlikely with Lily’s current state of mental health. In all probability she wouldn’t remember Matt at all. Still, everything inside Anne screamed that this was a bad idea. At very least it would be awkward. Anne couldn’t help but be nervous about the possibilities for disaster.

      “Are you there?” Marta asked.

      “Yes.” She paused again. “I’m thinking.”

      “Think about this. Claire Griffin is a motherless little girl with an emotional hole in her heart. She’s reaching out to you.”

      “Oh, that’s not fair,” Anne murmured through the lump in her throat.

      “Perhaps. But it’s the absolute truth.”

      “Marta, I just don’t...” She took a deep breath. “The situation is all kinds of impossible.”

      “Forgive me if I’m out of line here, Anne, but if Claire’s father can humble himself to ask you for help, then I think you should consider doing the same.”

      “I hate it when you’re right.”

      “That’s what friends are for.”

      Anne sighed loudly. “Okay. Fine. Take me off the schedule for tomorrow and give Matt Clark a call.”

      “Thank you.”

      “I should pray that I don’t regret this,” Anne muttered into the receiver. “But I already do.”

      * * *

      “Claire, we leave in ten minutes,” Matt called upstairs.

      As usual, there wasn’t a single sound in response to his announcement. The two of them lived in the little cottage, yet all he ever heard was the echo of his own voice and Stanley’s occasional barking.

      Matt glanced at the clock. After Claire’s discharge, he had agreed to let her come home to shower and change clothes before they headed to Anne’s. That might have СКАЧАТЬ