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married.”
He pulled his glasses from his face. “But are you real married.”
I’m just sure my mouth fell open. “Of course I’m real married! What kind of question is that?”
Reginald began to shush me, and nearby passengers turned to stare, but I didn’t care. “Don’t you shush me, Jack Dippel!”
“Who? Who’s Jack Dippel?”
I blushed at my twist of words, if they were indeed that. “He’s my husband, that’s who!”
“Look, Goldie . . . I didn’t mean . . . I only thought that you . . . that you and I . . . that you were feeling the same thing I was feeling.”
“All I’m feeling right now is nausea!”
Reginald turned beet red, then shifted in his seat and mumbled, “Sorry.”
Well, I never!
“Well, I never,” I said to Lizzie on the phone as I waited at Gate B-2 in Atlanta’s massive and remarkably hectic airport. “I mean, what a slap in the face that was for me, Liz.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know. Jack and all his consorts.”
“Consorts? Goldie, have you been reading romance novels again?”
I crossed one leg over the other and took a long swig of my Starbucks café latte with a shot of caramel. My favorite, though I rarely get to splurge on it. “I have never nor do I now read romance novels. Not those kind, anyway.” I glanced down at the latest Beverly Lewis bit of Amish fiction I’d brought with me but had not yet read.
Lizzie paused before continuing. “I understand what you’re saying, Goldie. It’s easy to see how quickly women might fall for a smooth-talking man.”
“Like Jack.”
“You said it, I didn’t.”
“I know.” I looked over at the gate, where the flight crew was heading into the Jetway. “Lizzie, keep your eyes on Jack, okay?”
“Goldie, you either trust Jack or you don’t.”
“I don’t. Not yet, anyway.”
“Well, my friend, I don’t know what to say about that.”
“I know. So, you will keep an eye on him?”
“Now, how do you expect me to do that, Goldie?”
“He works at the high school . . . you work at the high school . . .”
Lizzie gave a deep sigh. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“That’s all I ask.” Then I paused before adding, “You sound upset this morning.”
“I have a throbbing headache.”
“Did you take anything for it?”
“Mmm . . . yes. It just hasn’t kicked in yet. What’s the news on your father?”
“I called Tom’s cell phone before I called you, but he didn’t answer. His wife is supposed to pick me up at the Savannah airport.”
“Is your whole family there? At the hospital, I mean.”
“Yeah. Daddy’s been moved to one of the hospitals in Savannah— St. Joseph’s—and so pretty much everyone is there. When I spoke to Tom in Denver he said that Preston was driving down from Atlanta.” Preston is our older brother. Hoy Jr. was the oldest in the family, but he died years ago.
“It’s a shame Preston couldn’t just wait for you to get there. You could have ridden together.”
I hadn’t thought of that. “I’ll let you go, Lizzie. I’ll be boarding shortly.”
The flight between Atlanta and Savannah was short. We barely lifted off the ground but what we were making our “initial descent,” as the pilot informed us. The seat beside me was, blessedly, empty.
As soon as we landed and it was safe to use our cell phones, I turned mine on and waited for it to boot up. Before I could dial Melody’s number my phone indicated that I had three messages waiting.
The first was from Olivia. “Hi, Mom. You’re obviously in the air still. Call me when you get to the hospital and let me know how Pa-Pa’s doing. I love you. Don’t worry about anything on the home front, okay?”
Hmm. My daughter knew enough about me to know where my concerns were.
The second call was from Jack. “Hey, babe. I’m taking a break at work and wanted to call you. I don’t know if you tried to get me earlier or not, but it’s been a crazy morning around here. Senioritis is
He pulled his glasses from his face. “But are you real married.”
I’m just sure my mouth fell open. “Of course I’m real married! What kind of question is that?”
Reginald began to shush me, and nearby passengers turned to stare, but I didn’t care. “Don’t you shush me, Jack Dippel!”
“Who? Who’s Jack Dippel?”
I blushed at my twist of words, if they were indeed that. “He’s my husband, that’s who!”
“Look, Goldie . . . I didn’t mean . . . I only thought that you . . . that you and I . . . that you were feeling the same thing I was feeling.”
“All I’m feeling right now is nausea!”
Reginald turned beet red, then shifted in his seat and mumbled, “Sorry.”
Well, I never!
“Well, I never,” I said to Lizzie on the phone as I waited at Gate B-2 in Atlanta’s massive and remarkably hectic airport. “I mean, what a slap in the face that was for me, Liz.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know. Jack and all his consorts.”
“Consorts? Goldie, have you been reading romance novels again?”
I crossed one leg over the other and took a long swig of my Starbucks café latte with a shot of caramel. My favorite, though I rarely get to splurge on it. “I have never nor do I now read romance novels. Not those kind, anyway.” I glanced down at the latest Beverly Lewis bit of Amish fiction I’d brought with me but had not yet read.
Lizzie paused before continuing. “I understand what you’re saying, Goldie. It’s easy to see how quickly women might fall for a smooth-talking man.”
“Like Jack.”
“You said it, I didn’t.”
“I know.” I looked over at the gate, where the flight crew was heading into the Jetway. “Lizzie, keep your eyes on Jack, okay?”
“Goldie, you either trust Jack or you don’t.”
“I don’t. Not yet, anyway.”
“Well, my friend, I don’t know what to say about that.”
“I know. So, you will keep an eye on him?”
“Now, how do you expect me to do that, Goldie?”
“He works at the high school . . . you work at the high school . . .”
Lizzie gave a deep sigh. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“That’s all I ask.” Then I paused before adding, “You sound upset this morning.”
“I have a throbbing headache.”
“Did you take anything for it?”
“Mmm . . . yes. It just hasn’t kicked in yet. What’s the news on your father?”
“I called Tom’s cell phone before I called you, but he didn’t answer. His wife is supposed to pick me up at the Savannah airport.”
“Is your whole family there? At the hospital, I mean.”
“Yeah. Daddy’s been moved to one of the hospitals in Savannah— St. Joseph’s—and so pretty much everyone is there. When I spoke to Tom in Denver he said that Preston was driving down from Atlanta.” Preston is our older brother. Hoy Jr. was the oldest in the family, but he died years ago.
“It’s a shame Preston couldn’t just wait for you to get there. You could have ridden together.”
I hadn’t thought of that. “I’ll let you go, Lizzie. I’ll be boarding shortly.”
The flight between Atlanta and Savannah was short. We barely lifted off the ground but what we were making our “initial descent,” as the pilot informed us. The seat beside me was, blessedly, empty.
As soon as we landed and it was safe to use our cell phones, I turned mine on and waited for it to boot up. Before I could dial Melody’s number my phone indicated that I had three messages waiting.
The first was from Olivia. “Hi, Mom. You’re obviously in the air still. Call me when you get to the hospital and let me know how Pa-Pa’s doing. I love you. Don’t worry about anything on the home front, okay?”
Hmm. My daughter knew enough about me to know where my concerns were.
The second call was from Jack. “Hey, babe. I’m taking a break at work and wanted to call you. I don’t know if you tried to get me earlier or not, but it’s been a crazy morning around here. Senioritis is
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