Leaves Of Hope
Lake Palestine, Texas
Being home again felt better than she had expected. With her mother living in a new house by the lake and her father gone, Beth Lowell had feared things might seem strange. But there in the pink armchair sat her mom reading a magazine. By the door stood the familiar brass coatrack. On the table sat a bouquet of fresh roses, as always. As much as she wished her mother would wake up and do something exciting with her life, Beth couldn't deny the pleasure in the familiar aroma of Jan Lowell's warm cherry cobbler. The taste of her famous chicken salad. The tang of fresh, homemade lemonade.
"Do you realize how many times your phone has tweedled, sweetie?" Jan lifted her head from the magazine. "I bet you've had fifteen calls since you got here this afternoon."
"Is that bothering you?" Beth asked as she set the phone beside her on the old beige sofa.
"It does make conversation difficult. I haven't seen you in almost a year, but we can hardly finish a sentence. Before this last call, you were telling me about your boss."
"I don't want to talk about Joe anymore." Beth crossed her legs and rubbed he ... read full excerpt from: Leaves of Hope ebook
