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prosperous or even useful. I spent most of my time gambling and drinking, I’m ashamed to say.”
“Yuri, it doesn’t matter. God can forgive all of that.”
“I know. Morris really helped me to see that.” He shook his head. “I’m thirty-six years old, and I’ve wasted most all of my life. Seems a little late to be starting over.”
Britta shook her head. “It’s never too late.”
The porch door opened, and Lydia Lindquist stepped out. She fixed him with a kind and motherly look. “Yuri, I’ve seen the cabin. It’s hardly livable. Since Britta is caring for the children, why don’t you stay here with us? We could even fix up Zee’s old cabin for you and the girls.”
“I need to find work,” he replied.
“Well, at least stay the night,” Lydia said. “You look like you could use a good meal, and we’ll have plenty.”
He considered her offer. “I suppose I really have no place else to go. If you’re sure.”
“I’m positive. Kjell and Dalton are in California. They won’t be back for another week or two. It would be nice to have a man around the house.”
With that, she took her leave and Yuri sat back down to finish off the cookies. The Lindquists had always been so kind to him. Even Dalton—after everything he’d done to hurt his friend, Dalton had never failed to forgive Yuri. Maybe he would even allow him to come back to work for him.
“I’m glad you’ll stay,” Britta said, flashing him a smile. “I’d love to hear all about your exploits and where life has taken you. You surely must have met some interesting people.”
“I could say the same about you. Last I knew, you had gone abroad. Dalton told me it was almost like someone had lit a fire under you, and you couldn’t leave Sitka fast enough.” He chuckled. “But you were always going full speed ahead, weren’t you, Britta?”
She seemed strangely upset by his words and got to her feet. “I should probably check on the children.”
She left without another word, and Yuri could only wonder what he’d said to cause such a rapid departure. Britta Lindquist was definitely a different sort of woman. She seemed all open and smiles one minute, then mystery and refrain the next.
He shook his head. “Females. What do I know about them?”
Chapter 6
T ime to get up,” Kjell told his son. Dalton moaned and yawned. He stared through groggy eyes at the ceiling. He felt as if they’d only just gone to bed.
“What time is it?”
Kjell checked his pocket watch. “Five. If we’re going to get things finalized and get a telegram off to your mother, we need to be on our way.”
Dalton slowly sat up. “Too bad we planned to leave the day after the opera. Staying up so late sure doesn’t make for an easy early morning.”
“I know that well enough. I didn’t want to get up, either. Having a bed this soft and comfortable is dangerous.” Kjell gave a chuckle as he tossed Dalton his clothes. “If I had this at home, I might never get any work done.”
Dalton nodded in agreement and started pulling on his clothes. “This is a grand place. I don’t think I’ve stayed anywhere as nice as this since being in Kansas City with Evie.”
“It is very fine,” Kjell said, securing a latch on his bag. “Still, I do prefer the quiet comforts of home. The city is much too noisy for my desires.”
“I agree,” Dalton admitted. “Ma and Phoebe might have enjoyed it, though. Think of all the things they could find to do and buy.” He thought of Phoebe and how good it would be to see her again. They’d barely been gone a month, but he missed her terribly.
“That’s exactly why we left them home,” Kjell replied with a chuckle. “We would still be here another month if we’d brought them along.”
“But they would have enjoyed—” Dalton felt the room begin to shake. He glanced up at his father to ascertain whether the movement was just his imagination. The tremor didn’t last long, however, and Dalton threw
“Yuri, it doesn’t matter. God can forgive all of that.”
“I know. Morris really helped me to see that.” He shook his head. “I’m thirty-six years old, and I’ve wasted most all of my life. Seems a little late to be starting over.”
Britta shook her head. “It’s never too late.”
The porch door opened, and Lydia Lindquist stepped out. She fixed him with a kind and motherly look. “Yuri, I’ve seen the cabin. It’s hardly livable. Since Britta is caring for the children, why don’t you stay here with us? We could even fix up Zee’s old cabin for you and the girls.”
“I need to find work,” he replied.
“Well, at least stay the night,” Lydia said. “You look like you could use a good meal, and we’ll have plenty.”
He considered her offer. “I suppose I really have no place else to go. If you’re sure.”
“I’m positive. Kjell and Dalton are in California. They won’t be back for another week or two. It would be nice to have a man around the house.”
With that, she took her leave and Yuri sat back down to finish off the cookies. The Lindquists had always been so kind to him. Even Dalton—after everything he’d done to hurt his friend, Dalton had never failed to forgive Yuri. Maybe he would even allow him to come back to work for him.
“I’m glad you’ll stay,” Britta said, flashing him a smile. “I’d love to hear all about your exploits and where life has taken you. You surely must have met some interesting people.”
“I could say the same about you. Last I knew, you had gone abroad. Dalton told me it was almost like someone had lit a fire under you, and you couldn’t leave Sitka fast enough.” He chuckled. “But you were always going full speed ahead, weren’t you, Britta?”
She seemed strangely upset by his words and got to her feet. “I should probably check on the children.”
She left without another word, and Yuri could only wonder what he’d said to cause such a rapid departure. Britta Lindquist was definitely a different sort of woman. She seemed all open and smiles one minute, then mystery and refrain the next.
He shook his head. “Females. What do I know about them?”
Chapter 6
T ime to get up,” Kjell told his son. Dalton moaned and yawned. He stared through groggy eyes at the ceiling. He felt as if they’d only just gone to bed.
“What time is it?”
Kjell checked his pocket watch. “Five. If we’re going to get things finalized and get a telegram off to your mother, we need to be on our way.”
Dalton slowly sat up. “Too bad we planned to leave the day after the opera. Staying up so late sure doesn’t make for an easy early morning.”
“I know that well enough. I didn’t want to get up, either. Having a bed this soft and comfortable is dangerous.” Kjell gave a chuckle as he tossed Dalton his clothes. “If I had this at home, I might never get any work done.”
Dalton nodded in agreement and started pulling on his clothes. “This is a grand place. I don’t think I’ve stayed anywhere as nice as this since being in Kansas City with Evie.”
“It is very fine,” Kjell said, securing a latch on his bag. “Still, I do prefer the quiet comforts of home. The city is much too noisy for my desires.”
“I agree,” Dalton admitted. “Ma and Phoebe might have enjoyed it, though. Think of all the things they could find to do and buy.” He thought of Phoebe and how good it would be to see her again. They’d barely been gone a month, but he missed her terribly.
“That’s exactly why we left them home,” Kjell replied with a chuckle. “We would still be here another month if we’d brought them along.”
“But they would have enjoyed—” Dalton felt the room begin to shake. He glanced up at his father to ascertain whether the movement was just his imagination. The tremor didn’t last long, however, and Dalton threw
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