The Wedding Quilt. Lenora Worth
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a rush. As she lifted up, he reached out a hand to help her, causing her to feel the same disruption in her equilibrium as she usually felt when she reached the top of the mountain.
Kirk took her hand in his, then shifted his gaze from her face to the gravestone in front of them. “Your mother?”
She nodded, her gaze falling across the etched roses centered on the stone.
Kirk read the inscription: Eunice Grace Brinson. Born 1942. Died 1996. Beloved Wife and Mother. “And in heaven, the angels are smiling down on her, watching her sleep.”
“That’s beautiful, Rosemary,” he said, still holding her hand.
“She used to tell us that,” she explained, her gaze settling on the inscription. “She’d read to us from the Bible, then she’d say, ‘Time for bed. The angels will be smiling down on you now, watching you sleep.’“
Not knowing what to say, Kirk just held her hand. Finally, he asked, “Do you come up here alone a lot?”
“At least once a week,” she replied. “When I need to talk, when I need to get away.” She looked around at the mountain laurel spreading like a pink-and-whitepatterned quilt across the distant hills. “It’s always so hushed, so peaceful.”
“Would you like me to go?”
“No, I was just about to head back down. I’ve got to get supper fixed.”
Not wanting her to leave just yet, he said, “I was planning on hiking the mountain. Want to come?”
She recoiled instantly, like a blossom settling in for the night. “No. I…I get so dizzy. I’d better go on back home.”
“Come with me, Rosemary,” he said, his hand tight against hers, his body pulling her toward the peak. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know that,” she said, believing it to be true. “I’m afraid, is all.”
“Afraid of the mountain, or me?”
“Both,” she admitted, laughing shakily to hide her discomfort. “I feel so foolish after the way I acted the other night.”
“Don’t,” he said. “You have no reason to feel uncomfortable with me. I don’t judge people.”
She gave a little huff of a laugh. “You’d be the first not to judge me, then.”
That remark caught him off guard. “I can’t believe anyone in this town would hold ill thoughts about you. You seem to keep the whole church together.”
She laughed again. “I have a hard enough time holding myself together. But you’re right. People here are good and strong, supportive. They’ve helped me through some rough spots, and…they’ve forgiven me.”
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