to admit it, darling. Not everyone packs an extra toothbrush and a first-aid kit to go on his honeymoon.â
âIâll never live that one down, will I? And I told you, that stuff was just left in the suitcase, and I forgot to take it out.â
âOf course it was. Right next to three new pairs of pajamas, still with the sales tags on them.â
Joe put his arm around her shoulders, pulled her close. âThose tags never did come off, did they? Because the pajamas never made it out of the suitcase. Now thereâs a memory Iâm glad you didnât forget. Or maybe not. Maybe Iâd like to refresh your memory.â
He kissed her then, and Meredith returned the kiss, raising a hand to stroke his cheek. But then she pulled away and stared deeply into his eyes. âNice try, darling, and Iâll be sure to take you up on it later. However, I got the feeling when I walked in that somethingâs wrong, somethingâs upset you. I heard the phone ring a few minutes ago. Is there bad news?â
Joe took her hands in his. âYeah,â he said, squeezing her fingers. âI was going to tell you, but not until I had an update from the doctor. Meredith, Patsy tried to kill herself this morning.â
Meredith closed her eyes. âOh, dear God.â She gripped Joeâs hands, hard, and looked at him. âIs she all right? Did the doctor say sheâs all right?â
Nodding, Joe said, âThey got to her in time. No one knows where she got the knifeâa homemade affairâbut the doctor told me theyâre always finding weapons the inmates, uh, the patients, have fashioned out of odds and ends. She slit one wrist, not too deeply, although there was a lot of blood, and Patsy tried to hold off the attendants with the knife when they came to help her. The doctor thinks it wasnât a serious attempt, more of a cry for help, but theyâve got her in the infirmary on a suicide watch.â
âA cry for help? What sort of help? I want to see her,â Meredith said, her lips tight. âMake the arrangements, Joe. I donât want to hear that itâs impossible. Do what you have to do, call whoever you have to call. I want to see my sister, Joe. Today. â
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It wasnât until two oâclock that Emily finally realized she was hungry. She had snacked on a granola bar earlier, when sheâd stopped to water Molly, but her stomach had been just about the last thing on her mind.
Sheâd been too busy remembering. Remembering the many times sheâd ridden this same countryside, gone off on her own to commune with natureâas her father had called itâto be alone, to dream her dreams. How innocent she had been, even as sheâd lived with the damning thought that something was very wrong with her mother. Living with the frightening, mind-blowing thought that the woman was not her mother at all.
Emily drew Molly to a stop at one of her usual resting spots next to a small, fast-running stream and dismounted. Tying Mollyâs reins to a branch on a nearby tree, she left the horse to graze in the long grass, then lifted the canvas bag from the saddle horn and sat down on her favorite large rock that jutted out over the stream.
Fried chicken. Definitely the fried chicken. She rummaged in the insulated bag, taking out a small see-through container holding a leg and a wingâher favoritesâand unwrapped the clear plastic wrap holding some celery and carrot sticks. Sheâd eat, then refill her canteen from the stream, and be on her way, already knowing that sheâd have plenty of time to reach the cave before it got too dark.
She looked to the sky, just to double-check the time sheâd glimpsed on her watch, and frowned as she saw the line of black clouds over the coastline. Damn. She hadnât been paying attentionâand Weather Willie just lost the bet on his sweet bippy. There was going to be a storm, and it wasnât
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