from here, son. Thank you for your help today.â Jakob reached out to shake Billyâs hand, and Billy grabbed him by the elbow as Jakob lurched toward him on his increasingly bad hip.
âOkay, Mr. Stewart. See you tomorrow.â
Jakob patted him on the shoulder as he moved past in a heavy hobble. He tugged on the back door that stuck a little before opening to the deck, then the yard, then the sharp drop-off to the lake, dappled at that hour with diamonds of afternoon sunlight. He hadnât intended to startle his daughter, but the sudden release of the decrepit door made her jump as she turned to him. She had aged beautifully like her mother. The resemblance caught his breath.
âHi, Dad.â
He watched the wind blow her hair around her face, how she brushed it away from her small noseâCatherineâs noseâand her brown eyes.
âEleanor.â He coughed slightly, then swallowed against the dryness of his throat. âWelcome home.â
âThanks.â She leaned back against the railing and pushed her glasses up on her nose.
Jakob noticed her face was wet with tears.
âSo,â she said with a sniff. âWhat are we gonna do now?â
CHAPTER 7
Nel and Jakob embraced. As Nel put her arms around her father, the broad shoulders and most of his height remained as she remembered, but the weightiness, the sturdiness of what were once robust muscles felt doughy and lank, even though itâd been only two Christmases ago that sheâd seen him. She backed away, keeping a hand on his upper arm.
âHow are you, Dad?â
The diminishment of his frame caught her off guard. His eyes, hazel, rheumy, and droopy, like a surprised basset hound, softened before he looked away from her toward the lake.
âIâm okay.â He sighed and shook his head, his gaze settling on his loafers. âI didnât think ⦠I thought sheâd always be here.â
âLetâs get out of this wind,â Nel suggested, reaching for the door. She held it open and frowned as she watched him totter in. He favored his left hip, and Nel recalled how her mother had said something recently about how he needed to have the right one replaced, but that no surgeon would operate on him because of his advanced age. Heâd had the left hip done when he was eighty-six, and sheâd stayed with them for a nearly a month then. Heâd had both knees done when he was younger, shortly after sheâd left for Santa Fe. He looked every bit of ninety-four as Nel watched him lean into the aluminum cane he mustâve found at a fishing show, if sheâd had to guess. Where else could someone find a cane with digital pictures of walleye swimming up and down the shaft?
âThree oâclock already.â Jakob raised his eyebrows, long untended and bushy, to glance at the cuckoo clock squawking on top of the mantle. He let his body fall heavily into one of the paired wingback chairs closest to him.
âHow did things go at the funeral home? What can I doââ
âItâs taken care of,â he interrupted. âAll planned. She wrote it all out, had it taped to the inside front cover of her Bible.â
Heâd told Nel this before on the phone, but she didnât want to make him feel bad by reminding him. She wondered if forgetfulness like this was what Mattie had been referring to. She decided to dismiss it, considering much worse stories sheâd heard about people with dementia.
âAre there friends I can call? Neighbors? People who might not read the paper?â
âNo, no one.â
âMattie said sheâll bring us dinner around five.â
âIâll never starve if she has anything to do with it.â
Nel was glad to see him chuckle at that. âMattie hasnât changed much.â
âNo, she hasnât. Same good girl sheâs always been.â
Now that Jakob was home, she could at least try to relax and
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