1105 Yakima Street (Cedar Cove)
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You've probably heard that my wife has left me. Rachel's pregnant, and she says she can't handle the stress in our household anymore. My thirteen-year-old daughter, Jolene, is jealous of her. Maybe it's my fault. As a widower I spoiled her—
Jolene was reading over my shoulder just now and says that's not true. She claims Rachel ruined everything. But that's not true. The real question is: How can I get my wife back? I don't even know where she is. She's not with Teri Polgar or any of her other friends from the salon. The other question is…when will Jolene grow up and stop acting like such a brat?
Of course, I'm not the only one in town with problems. Linc Wyse's father-in-law is trying to destroy his business. And you know Charlotte Rhodes? Seems she's becoming forgetful, and the family's worried about her and Ben. Lots of other stuff going on—but Rachel is better at keeping up with it than I am.
If you have any idea where my wife is, give me a call. Please.
learned the hard way.” Linc gave him a brief smile. Being well-acquainted with his sister’s temper, he pitied Mack the wrath of Mary Jo. “The Bellamys are her family,” Linc said, defending his silence. “I’m only trying to protect her.” “Does she want to be protected?” “Isn’t that a husband’s responsibility?” Mack shook his head. “Not if it means keeping her ignorant of things she should know. And,” he added, “Bellamy might be her father but you’re her husband. You two are in this
there’d be an opening at one of the better facilities. “This is exactly what I was afraid would happen,” Olivia said. They reached their cars, which were parked at the curb. “What’s that?” “Mom. The new kitchen’s overwhelmed her.” “Are you afraid she’ll leave a burner on again?” “No, actually, I don’t think Mom will turn on any of the burners unless it’s absolutely necessary. She won’t want to cook because she’s unfamiliar with the stove.” “Mom not cook?” “I know. That was one of her main
don’t know if it’s because of the prescriptions I’m taking or what, but I prefer tea now.” Goldie snorted, shook her head and, after pouring Grace’s coffee, returned to the kitchen. “You usually order tea when there’s something on your mind,” Grace said, studying Olivia. Her friend had been unusually quiet all evening. “I guess so, but I really have gone off coffee.” “You’re the one who told me you’ve had the most important conversations of your life over tea, remember?” “Yes, I suppose I
and Nate is one of them. I wasn’t just the woman he wanted to marry—I was the means to an end for him. His father is in politics and Nate is thinking along those lines himself. So he wanted a wife he felt ordinary voters—” she said this a bit sarcastically “—could relate to.” “Okay, fine, but what does that have to do with you moving back home?” “Absolutely nothing.” She could see that this conversation wasn’t improving matters. Standing, she reached for her purse. “I think it would be best if
Bruce glanced over his shoulder. “You go ahead,” Rachel said. “I’ll stay in the car.” Reluctantly he stood. He didn’t feel good about leaving her alone, especially if she was ill. The farm took up quite a few acres and he could be away as long as an hour, searching for the perfect tree. Jolene joined him and looked anxiously at Rachel. “You okay?” “I’ll be fine in a little while. You two go on.” “You sure?” Jolene asked. “You can come, really. I don’t mind.” Rachel smiled. “I appreciate it,