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America—thinks
she knows all things?” Bertie made work of smoothing the covers and
plumping the pillows.
“No. I don’t really. I just know that God
loves you. And you must trust Him, no matter what’s happened to
you.”
“What easy talk, child. Ye have no senses yet
about how ye might feel if’n ye was in my shoes, poor as they might
be.”
“You’re probably right, Bertie. Just remember
one thing for me?”
“Aye, child, say ye’re piece and let me
be.”
“God loves you no matter what you’ve done
right or wrong. Just ask Him to forgive you and He will.”
“There, now ye’ve said it. I’ll think on it,
lass.” Bertie patted her hand and left.
Lord, please let Bertie
know that you love her .
Chapter 14
“R ise up, lassie. It’s half past six.”
“What? Morning already?” Edwina groaned and
then remembered it was Monday. Funny how the days flew by so
quickly.
“I’ve made ye a good breakfast today, lass,
so be aboot yer business.”
“Bertie, I have nothing to pack, it’s all in
my suitcase. And thanks for cleaning my clothes the other day. They
were laid out on the bed so nicely ironed, I hated to fold
them.”
“An iron is readily
available, lass, anytime ye need to use it,” she spoke smartly.
“Aye, and then what would ye do?” Edwina
caught the pillow that Bertie threw.
“A child. A wee child is all ye are.”
Suddenly tears came unbidden to her eyes. She
would be gone from Bertie in just a little while. Why should that
bother her so?
She missed her mother—that was it. College
psychology classes had given her some sort of help after all.
And since her father had married Cecelia’s
mother, things had not been the same. Victoria Rose was an actress,
not the mother type in the least. Cecelia was her mother’s pride
and joy.
But Edwina didn’t mind. Victoria Rose would
never take the place of her mother, and thankfully, had never
tried. Besides, she’d been eighteen, already a freshman in college
when her father remarried.
Cecelia was in her third year at Oxford, so
there was no family unit for several years. Her father, a professor
of history at the University of Michigan, and Victoria Rose had
stayed in Ann Arbor where they’d purchased a small condominium.
Victoria had plenty of opportunities to appear on stage in plays in
the bigger cities like Detroit, Chicago, and New York.
Cecelia returned to the States, stayed in a
simple apartment for one week, and moved into an elegant town house
via funds from her well-to-do father. Upon graduation, Edwina had
chosen to take an apartment on Bond Street in the small Michigan
town where she was raised. The house she lived in had once been
owned by a family whose son became a prolific sports writer, Ring
Lardner, so it was not without distinction in the community. She
occupied the second floor, complete with a separate outdoor entry.
The windows of her bedroom faced west, and she enjoyed a clear view
of the St. Joseph River across the street. Practically, and perhaps
best of all, it was only a seven block walk to the library.
Her life had been so unremarkable as to be
almost nonexistent.
Edwina scolded
herself. Now a planned, practical life is
nothing to be ashamed of. Plenty of people would like your job and
a decent home to come to every night. At
least, that’s what her father always said.
But there is a vast
difference in a decent place to live and a warm, welcoming
home , she decided.
Sighing, she tossed the cheerless thought
from her mind. Plenty of time for changes later. She was in
Scotland and due in Edinburgh. The tour bus was scheduled to leave
Holyrood Palace at exactly 10:45, and she planned to be on it. For
the next ten days she would be hustled around at various hotels
around the country, visiting points of interest and seeing more of
the beautiful hillsides, which would also translate into material
for her Scottish setting in the story already forming itself in her
head.
For the first time in her
she knows all things?” Bertie made work of smoothing the covers and
plumping the pillows.
“No. I don’t really. I just know that God
loves you. And you must trust Him, no matter what’s happened to
you.”
“What easy talk, child. Ye have no senses yet
about how ye might feel if’n ye was in my shoes, poor as they might
be.”
“You’re probably right, Bertie. Just remember
one thing for me?”
“Aye, child, say ye’re piece and let me
be.”
“God loves you no matter what you’ve done
right or wrong. Just ask Him to forgive you and He will.”
“There, now ye’ve said it. I’ll think on it,
lass.” Bertie patted her hand and left.
Lord, please let Bertie
know that you love her .
Chapter 14
“R ise up, lassie. It’s half past six.”
“What? Morning already?” Edwina groaned and
then remembered it was Monday. Funny how the days flew by so
quickly.
“I’ve made ye a good breakfast today, lass,
so be aboot yer business.”
“Bertie, I have nothing to pack, it’s all in
my suitcase. And thanks for cleaning my clothes the other day. They
were laid out on the bed so nicely ironed, I hated to fold
them.”
“An iron is readily
available, lass, anytime ye need to use it,” she spoke smartly.
“Aye, and then what would ye do?” Edwina
caught the pillow that Bertie threw.
“A child. A wee child is all ye are.”
Suddenly tears came unbidden to her eyes. She
would be gone from Bertie in just a little while. Why should that
bother her so?
She missed her mother—that was it. College
psychology classes had given her some sort of help after all.
And since her father had married Cecelia’s
mother, things had not been the same. Victoria Rose was an actress,
not the mother type in the least. Cecelia was her mother’s pride
and joy.
But Edwina didn’t mind. Victoria Rose would
never take the place of her mother, and thankfully, had never
tried. Besides, she’d been eighteen, already a freshman in college
when her father remarried.
Cecelia was in her third year at Oxford, so
there was no family unit for several years. Her father, a professor
of history at the University of Michigan, and Victoria Rose had
stayed in Ann Arbor where they’d purchased a small condominium.
Victoria had plenty of opportunities to appear on stage in plays in
the bigger cities like Detroit, Chicago, and New York.
Cecelia returned to the States, stayed in a
simple apartment for one week, and moved into an elegant town house
via funds from her well-to-do father. Upon graduation, Edwina had
chosen to take an apartment on Bond Street in the small Michigan
town where she was raised. The house she lived in had once been
owned by a family whose son became a prolific sports writer, Ring
Lardner, so it was not without distinction in the community. She
occupied the second floor, complete with a separate outdoor entry.
The windows of her bedroom faced west, and she enjoyed a clear view
of the St. Joseph River across the street. Practically, and perhaps
best of all, it was only a seven block walk to the library.
Her life had been so unremarkable as to be
almost nonexistent.
Edwina scolded
herself. Now a planned, practical life is
nothing to be ashamed of. Plenty of people would like your job and
a decent home to come to every night. At
least, that’s what her father always said.
But there is a vast
difference in a decent place to live and a warm, welcoming
home , she decided.
Sighing, she tossed the cheerless thought
from her mind. Plenty of time for changes later. She was in
Scotland and due in Edinburgh. The tour bus was scheduled to leave
Holyrood Palace at exactly 10:45, and she planned to be on it. For
the next ten days she would be hustled around at various hotels
around the country, visiting points of interest and seeing more of
the beautiful hillsides, which would also translate into material
for her Scottish setting in the story already forming itself in her
head.
For the first time in her
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