to classical music, however. He can play any genre equally well.”
“And Janet?”
“Finishing her Master’s degree at Rhode Island School of Design in architecture.”
Tara said, “She’s following in your footsteps.”
“She has more talent, but I admit when I’m through with politics I’d like to design houses with my daughter.”
The song ended and he stopped dancing but held her close. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said.
“Doing what?”
“Falling for you.”
And finally she got to spend a few minutes kissing him again.
Chapter Eight
Kel sat across from Skip as they waited for John and Kimberly to join them. He’d asked his sister and brother-in-law for a few minutes alone with their nephew to see how he was doing. There was no question that he had thrown himself whole heartedly into the position they’d offered him. But Kel wanted to make sure he was okay otherwise.
“Skip, I don’t know any other way to ask this but to just go ahead. Are you handling everything that’s happened to you? Is there anything we need to do to make things easier?”
Skip’s eyes met Kel’s and he appreciated the genuine concern he saw there. “I’m so busy right now Kel I hardly think about it during the day and I’m grateful to be that busy. I don’t sleep too well, but I do get a few hours rest every night, so I guess I’m doing the best I can.”
“Your parents are worried about you.”
“I know. I talk to them almost every day. Not about Leah, but I talk to them about what we’re doing.”
“Do you talk to anyone about Leah?”
“A couple of times with Jim and once with Sara. I know Evan filled everybody in, so I’m glad I didn’t have to call them myself and explain. I’m sure it’ll get better.”
“It isn’t easy to see someone you love after they’ve just died. That image, unfortunately stays with you forever. I can still remember seeing Dad on the polo field after his heart attack and George kneeling on the ground beside him. It’s a cliché, but time does make it easier.”
Skip nodded, fighting back tears.
“Just don’t try to do this all alone. If you’re really having a bad day, tell us.”
Skip nodded again. “I will.”
Kel said, “ I’ve said a lot of prayers on your behalf the last few weeks. I plan on saying a lot more.”
“Good, because I’m finding that a little difficult right now.”
“John once told me that it’s okay to let other people do the praying for you until you are able to do it on your own.”
“He would probably be an expert at that. John is the most spiritual person I know. In a good way.”
“Just remember we’re all here for you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
John and Kimberly joined them and Skip was glad to focus on the campaign again, although he deeply appreciated the conversation with Kel and his uncle’s concern. At that particular moment it was far easier to concentrate on press conferences, factory tours and town meetings than recent events in his own life.
Tara answered her cell phone and smiled when she heard Kel’s voice.
“I had about four minutes and thought I’d spend them with you.”
She laughed. “Where are you?”
“Houston. Lots of delegates to win over in Texas, you know.”
“I’m trying to arrange meeting up with you in Atlanta. That way I can see my parents too. Bobby’s keeping me busy in between my articles about you.”
“I think you definitely need to do some more research.”
“Any ideas on what I should concentrate
“And Janet?”
“Finishing her Master’s degree at Rhode Island School of Design in architecture.”
Tara said, “She’s following in your footsteps.”
“She has more talent, but I admit when I’m through with politics I’d like to design houses with my daughter.”
The song ended and he stopped dancing but held her close. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said.
“Doing what?”
“Falling for you.”
And finally she got to spend a few minutes kissing him again.
Chapter Eight
Kel sat across from Skip as they waited for John and Kimberly to join them. He’d asked his sister and brother-in-law for a few minutes alone with their nephew to see how he was doing. There was no question that he had thrown himself whole heartedly into the position they’d offered him. But Kel wanted to make sure he was okay otherwise.
“Skip, I don’t know any other way to ask this but to just go ahead. Are you handling everything that’s happened to you? Is there anything we need to do to make things easier?”
Skip’s eyes met Kel’s and he appreciated the genuine concern he saw there. “I’m so busy right now Kel I hardly think about it during the day and I’m grateful to be that busy. I don’t sleep too well, but I do get a few hours rest every night, so I guess I’m doing the best I can.”
“Your parents are worried about you.”
“I know. I talk to them almost every day. Not about Leah, but I talk to them about what we’re doing.”
“Do you talk to anyone about Leah?”
“A couple of times with Jim and once with Sara. I know Evan filled everybody in, so I’m glad I didn’t have to call them myself and explain. I’m sure it’ll get better.”
“It isn’t easy to see someone you love after they’ve just died. That image, unfortunately stays with you forever. I can still remember seeing Dad on the polo field after his heart attack and George kneeling on the ground beside him. It’s a cliché, but time does make it easier.”
Skip nodded, fighting back tears.
“Just don’t try to do this all alone. If you’re really having a bad day, tell us.”
Skip nodded again. “I will.”
Kel said, “ I’ve said a lot of prayers on your behalf the last few weeks. I plan on saying a lot more.”
“Good, because I’m finding that a little difficult right now.”
“John once told me that it’s okay to let other people do the praying for you until you are able to do it on your own.”
“He would probably be an expert at that. John is the most spiritual person I know. In a good way.”
“Just remember we’re all here for you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
John and Kimberly joined them and Skip was glad to focus on the campaign again, although he deeply appreciated the conversation with Kel and his uncle’s concern. At that particular moment it was far easier to concentrate on press conferences, factory tours and town meetings than recent events in his own life.
Tara answered her cell phone and smiled when she heard Kel’s voice.
“I had about four minutes and thought I’d spend them with you.”
She laughed. “Where are you?”
“Houston. Lots of delegates to win over in Texas, you know.”
“I’m trying to arrange meeting up with you in Atlanta. That way I can see my parents too. Bobby’s keeping me busy in between my articles about you.”
“I think you definitely need to do some more research.”
“Any ideas on what I should concentrate
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