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never received a paycheck or paid taxes or anything that an employer could look at and see what I have done. I have no references, business that is.” She leaned forward and poured herself more tea. “Since my father signed off on everything, it is like I am a zero on the register of life.”
“But you did all the work besides taking care of him.”
“You know that and I know that, but how would I prove it to a prospective employer?”
“Have you thought of going back to school?”
“Funny you should say that. I wrote it on my thinking pad. I’m sure my meager credits are not applicable any longer.”
“You could live here and go back to school.”
“I could. I am writing that option on my think pad.”
“Where would you like to live, if not here?”
“I have always wanted to live on a lake or an ocean or a river. To wake and see the water every day sounds like a bit of heaven.”
“Well, there are enough lakes in Minnesota you could probably have one of your own, mosquitoes and all.”
Melody never had cared much for water, especially not after that summer she almost drowned at Bible camp. Judith stared down at her list. “Someday I want to have a dog, too.” Another desire her father had squelched.
“We have Bozo, we’ll share. Look, Judith, at least come and visit for a while. Put your things in storage, get moved out of that house, and perhaps you’ll have a different perspective. Your father’s ghost is probably watching every move you make there. If anyone could die and come back to influence and make his daughter miserable, it would be Uncle Sebastian.”
“I’ll think about it. And thank you for calling. You were just what I needed.”
“You want me to come and stay a few days, help you get out of there? I can, you know.”
“I’ll let you know. I guess I’ve made so many decisions in the last few days that I am about decisioned out. First thing, I need to decide if I will stay on here as caretaker or not.”
“Not.”
“Thanks. Tell Anselm hello from me.” When they clicked off, she counted the bongs of the clock—10:00 p.m. Perhaps she’d sleep better tonight. The chamomile tea might help with that. And maybe she’d wake up in the morning with some decisions made.
Or maybe she’d choose to stay in bed. After all, anything could happen.
Chapter Six
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I am more and more thinking this idea of house sharing is the way I should go.” Lynn sat back in her chair and looked across the kitchen table at Phillip.
“Have you counted the cost?” Phillip was studying his mother, staring in the same way he would ponder a clogged sink.
Lynn stared right back. “I’m working on that. We need one more bathroom so that each of the other bedrooms have a bath. I figured you’d look at it inside and out and give me an estimate. Far as I can tell, that’s the only addition to the house.”
“What about garage space for two more cars in the winter?”
She flinched. She’d not thought of that. “Do you think the hot-water heater will be sufficient or do we need a newer, larger one?”
Phillip was in his deep-thinking mode, arms crossed, staring toward the floor but most likely not seeing anything. She waited with all the patience she had cultivated through the years of working with his father. The two were far more alike than different. Perhaps Phillip laughed a little more readily and he was right-handed, not left. He had inherited something from her.
“You might consider the newer instant hot ones. This one is what, ten, fifteen years old?”
“At least. I’d have to look it up.”
“Will you furnish the rooms or would they bring their own beds and things?”
“Good question. If they were buying into the house—some places do the financial side that way—they would bring their own, but since we don’t have a suite for each, I guess it could go either way. I have the furniture.”
“Have you talked with anyone who does this? I mean, what if you don’t get
“But you did all the work besides taking care of him.”
“You know that and I know that, but how would I prove it to a prospective employer?”
“Have you thought of going back to school?”
“Funny you should say that. I wrote it on my thinking pad. I’m sure my meager credits are not applicable any longer.”
“You could live here and go back to school.”
“I could. I am writing that option on my think pad.”
“Where would you like to live, if not here?”
“I have always wanted to live on a lake or an ocean or a river. To wake and see the water every day sounds like a bit of heaven.”
“Well, there are enough lakes in Minnesota you could probably have one of your own, mosquitoes and all.”
Melody never had cared much for water, especially not after that summer she almost drowned at Bible camp. Judith stared down at her list. “Someday I want to have a dog, too.” Another desire her father had squelched.
“We have Bozo, we’ll share. Look, Judith, at least come and visit for a while. Put your things in storage, get moved out of that house, and perhaps you’ll have a different perspective. Your father’s ghost is probably watching every move you make there. If anyone could die and come back to influence and make his daughter miserable, it would be Uncle Sebastian.”
“I’ll think about it. And thank you for calling. You were just what I needed.”
“You want me to come and stay a few days, help you get out of there? I can, you know.”
“I’ll let you know. I guess I’ve made so many decisions in the last few days that I am about decisioned out. First thing, I need to decide if I will stay on here as caretaker or not.”
“Not.”
“Thanks. Tell Anselm hello from me.” When they clicked off, she counted the bongs of the clock—10:00 p.m. Perhaps she’d sleep better tonight. The chamomile tea might help with that. And maybe she’d wake up in the morning with some decisions made.
Or maybe she’d choose to stay in bed. After all, anything could happen.
Chapter Six
`
I am more and more thinking this idea of house sharing is the way I should go.” Lynn sat back in her chair and looked across the kitchen table at Phillip.
“Have you counted the cost?” Phillip was studying his mother, staring in the same way he would ponder a clogged sink.
Lynn stared right back. “I’m working on that. We need one more bathroom so that each of the other bedrooms have a bath. I figured you’d look at it inside and out and give me an estimate. Far as I can tell, that’s the only addition to the house.”
“What about garage space for two more cars in the winter?”
She flinched. She’d not thought of that. “Do you think the hot-water heater will be sufficient or do we need a newer, larger one?”
Phillip was in his deep-thinking mode, arms crossed, staring toward the floor but most likely not seeing anything. She waited with all the patience she had cultivated through the years of working with his father. The two were far more alike than different. Perhaps Phillip laughed a little more readily and he was right-handed, not left. He had inherited something from her.
“You might consider the newer instant hot ones. This one is what, ten, fifteen years old?”
“At least. I’d have to look it up.”
“Will you furnish the rooms or would they bring their own beds and things?”
“Good question. If they were buying into the house—some places do the financial side that way—they would bring their own, but since we don’t have a suite for each, I guess it could go either way. I have the furniture.”
“Have you talked with anyone who does this? I mean, what if you don’t get
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