It's not the kind of thing I feel comfortable discussing over the phone.It's not the kind of thing I feel comfortable discussing over the phone." Her tone had sobered and I wondered what the problem was. Well, she knew I'd help her any way I could. Janet was right; staying with her and her daughters was much nicer than a hotel, and a lot more fun. I could tell it was going to be a great visit when I wheeled the rental car into her driveway that Sunday afternoon. I had called from the airport to get directions and to tell Janet when to expect me -- and she had obviously told the girls, because both of them came pelting across the lawn before I even had the car door open. Rachel had grown so tall in three years I almost couldn't believe she was the same little girl. Her long, billowing hair was very light brown, lighter even than her golden tan, and so fine it floated on the slightest breeze. Her eyes were even bluer than her mother's, a deep, reflective sapphire I hoped would stay with her through adolescence. I knew intuitively she was going to be heartstoppingly beautiful in not too many more years. Just now, she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. |