warmth for the short walk to the door. Once inside Carol welcomed her.
"Well, this is it. Are you tired?"
"A little."
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll get something together for lunch and some hot tea."
Sam moved over to the armchair and sat down. She looked around the room and could see a collection of photographs with smiling people. She thought how lucky Carole was.
The next day, Carole woke up Sam to let her know that she had to go to her office. She told her there was some more of her smaller clothes laid out in the living room and there was plenty of food in the frig. "Mi casa is su casa,” she said as she left the house.
Sam sat at the dining room table sipping tea as she paged through one of the magazines Carole had piled up on a side chair. As she sat there paging through GLMOUR, she heard scuffling at the front door. She got up and went to the front window where she pulled back the curtain. Outside, Jenny was piling up shopping bags on the front stoop. She smiled when she saw Sam peeking out the front window. When she finished she gave Sam the thumbs up. Sam let her and the bounty in the front door.
"Get ready Sam. No more borrowed jogging suits!"
"But."
"No, it's time for you to get back in the world. She stated pulling items out of the bags."
The sight of all the new clothes was overwhelming to Sam.
"I can't accept these. I can't pay for them."
"I know, but I have decided to adopt you." Jenny smiled.
After finishing the selection of clothes that best suited her, the two sat down for a light lunch.
"We're not though yet." Jenny continued. I have my stylist and manicurist coming over this afternoon."
"This must be costing you a fortune."
"Sam, sit down. Let's have another cup of tea. I'd like to tell you story.
"My father inherited the money from his father who earned it buying farm land in the western suburbs. Then the land was still cheap. With the western expansion of Chicago, he was able to quadruple his investment. My father, who was lawyer, decided to go into politics. While we were growing up, my parents spent more time away from us, relying on housekeepers and nannies to raise us. That's one of the reasons why Tom doesn't touch the money. He wanted their love, not their money.
“My parents left each of us a considerable amount of money in a trust fund. I married my husband, Robert, who is a senior partner in his family's law firm and will just give my share to my children when the time comes. Tom hasn't married. He was engaged, but he found out that the woman really wanted his money. He got out of that one by the skin of his teeth. He doesn't want anything to do with the money. Ginny, what can I say. You know she's missing. In my heart I believe she's alive. Tom's continues to search for her."
Shortly after five, Carole came home carrying take out.
"Jen, I'm glad your here. Chinese...there is always so much."
Her eyes turned toward Sam.
"Wow!" She gasped.
Sam was wearing a pair of jeans with a pink cashmere sweater. Her short hair had been dyed black making her green eyes seem larger. Blush and mascara finished her transformation.
During the evening, Carole and Sam discussed the plans for tomorrow including going to temporary agency to find her work.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Tom drove down Lake Shore Drive to the precinct. With unseasonably warming temperatures, crime tended to increase. He though about his unused law degree. Maybe he could do more for humanity by getting the criminals locked up. It surely was less dangerous and provided a nine-five hour job—opportunity to have a family.
When Tom arrived at the precinct for his Wednesday shift, Steve was waiting for him. He immediately gave Tom a police report from Kane County. While Tom was scanning the report, Steve hesitatingly asked: "Are you going to check out this woman?"
"You know I have to."
"Figured you would. The body is in the Kane
"Well, this is it. Are you tired?"
"A little."
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll get something together for lunch and some hot tea."
Sam moved over to the armchair and sat down. She looked around the room and could see a collection of photographs with smiling people. She thought how lucky Carole was.
The next day, Carole woke up Sam to let her know that she had to go to her office. She told her there was some more of her smaller clothes laid out in the living room and there was plenty of food in the frig. "Mi casa is su casa,” she said as she left the house.
Sam sat at the dining room table sipping tea as she paged through one of the magazines Carole had piled up on a side chair. As she sat there paging through GLMOUR, she heard scuffling at the front door. She got up and went to the front window where she pulled back the curtain. Outside, Jenny was piling up shopping bags on the front stoop. She smiled when she saw Sam peeking out the front window. When she finished she gave Sam the thumbs up. Sam let her and the bounty in the front door.
"Get ready Sam. No more borrowed jogging suits!"
"But."
"No, it's time for you to get back in the world. She stated pulling items out of the bags."
The sight of all the new clothes was overwhelming to Sam.
"I can't accept these. I can't pay for them."
"I know, but I have decided to adopt you." Jenny smiled.
After finishing the selection of clothes that best suited her, the two sat down for a light lunch.
"We're not though yet." Jenny continued. I have my stylist and manicurist coming over this afternoon."
"This must be costing you a fortune."
"Sam, sit down. Let's have another cup of tea. I'd like to tell you story.
"My father inherited the money from his father who earned it buying farm land in the western suburbs. Then the land was still cheap. With the western expansion of Chicago, he was able to quadruple his investment. My father, who was lawyer, decided to go into politics. While we were growing up, my parents spent more time away from us, relying on housekeepers and nannies to raise us. That's one of the reasons why Tom doesn't touch the money. He wanted their love, not their money.
“My parents left each of us a considerable amount of money in a trust fund. I married my husband, Robert, who is a senior partner in his family's law firm and will just give my share to my children when the time comes. Tom hasn't married. He was engaged, but he found out that the woman really wanted his money. He got out of that one by the skin of his teeth. He doesn't want anything to do with the money. Ginny, what can I say. You know she's missing. In my heart I believe she's alive. Tom's continues to search for her."
Shortly after five, Carole came home carrying take out.
"Jen, I'm glad your here. Chinese...there is always so much."
Her eyes turned toward Sam.
"Wow!" She gasped.
Sam was wearing a pair of jeans with a pink cashmere sweater. Her short hair had been dyed black making her green eyes seem larger. Blush and mascara finished her transformation.
During the evening, Carole and Sam discussed the plans for tomorrow including going to temporary agency to find her work.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Tom drove down Lake Shore Drive to the precinct. With unseasonably warming temperatures, crime tended to increase. He though about his unused law degree. Maybe he could do more for humanity by getting the criminals locked up. It surely was less dangerous and provided a nine-five hour job—opportunity to have a family.
When Tom arrived at the precinct for his Wednesday shift, Steve was waiting for him. He immediately gave Tom a police report from Kane County. While Tom was scanning the report, Steve hesitatingly asked: "Are you going to check out this woman?"
"You know I have to."
"Figured you would. The body is in the Kane
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