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“Oh, for sure.” Nora gave her husband’s hand a squeeze before heading toward the kitchen doorway. “Come right this way. I got your bedrooms ready this morning. I have Mr. Bessler in the front room—he can see the horses graze right out his window.”
“Thanks for all of this, Cory,” Eloise said as she rose from the table.
“It’s nothing.” His warm eyes met hers.
As Eloise moved around the table, she sensed his gaze following her. She felt off-kilter somehow. Staying at an attractive man’s house was definitely outside her comfort zone.
The men’s tones dropped as Eloise rolled Mr. Bessler from the room, and Nora chatted about the choices of bedrooms as she led the way down the hallway. She stopped in front of a door.
“I’ll just let you settle in, handsome. You’re next door, Eloise. Cory sleeps down the other hallway, so you’ll have some privacy.”
“Thank you,” Eloise said. “It’s really nice to meet you, Nora.”
“Likewise.” Nora looked back in the direction of the kitchen. “Come on back when you’re ready.”
Eloise rolled Mr. Bessler into his bedroom and began turning down his bed. The old man looked pale, the exertion of the trip seeming to have taken a toll.
“It’s a pretty room,” Eloise commented. She opened a door and peeked inside a small washroom. She shut the washroom door and surveyed the bedroom. The head of a sturdy wooden bed was in the center of one wall, a tall mahogany wardrobe looming to the side. It reminded her of the Narnia novels—the wardrobe that held the doorway to a hidden world. A wooden chair sat by the window, a folded patchwork quilt tossed over one arm. The floorboards creaked under them comfortingly, and Eloise pushed her patient closer to the window to give him the benefit of the view. The window opened up over the winding road that separated them from the horse paddock, and she paused to admire the animals. She knew next to nothing about horses, but she recognized that they were well groomed and cared for.
“You have your own private bath,” Eloise said, by way of making conversation.
“That’s nice.”
“Nora seems friendly, doesn’t she?”
Mr. Bessler didn’t look inclined to cheer up. He regarded her with somber eyes. Eloise let the smile slip from her face.
“Red?” His voice wavered.
“Yes?” She squatted down next to his chair.
“I need your help with something.”
“Sure. What do you need?”
“I promised Ruth I’d scatter her ashes. I never did.”
“You wanted to keep her close. That’s perfectly understandable.”
“But I promised her.” A pained look came to his lined face. “It’s one more vow I’ve broken, and I don’t like that.”
Eloise nodded. “I get that. This would be a pretty place to do it.”
“Lay my wife to rest on my illegitimate son’s land?” He stared at her incredulously.
“What do you want to do?” she asked.
“It needs to be off this land. I can’t die without doing the one thing she asked of me.”
Eloise nodded. “I’ll help you with that, but right now you need to rest.”
Mr. Bessler let out a soft grunt as she helped him to his feet. He shuffled the few steps to the bed and sank into it with a deep sigh.
“Comfortable?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Good.” She moved his wheelchair to a convenient spot out of the way. “Robert, this trip is for you and your relationship with your son. I don’t want you to forget that.”
“That’s baloney.” A smile twitched at his thin lips.
“You need to tell me if there is anything I can do to help you. That’s what I’m here for.”
“Oh, Red.” Tenderness entered the old man’s voice. “Young people are so naive. But life is shorter than you’d think. Don’t waste time.”
Eloise stopped short, surprised at this sudden gentleness from her short-tempered patient.
“Do you think I’m wasting time?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said bluntly.
“What should I be doing differently?” she asked as she pulled the blankets over her patient.
“Living.”
“I suppose we all do that in our own ways,” she replied.
“No, we all stall and avoid getting close to people in our own ways,” he replied drowsily. “Take a few chances, Red. When you get to my age, you don’t want any regrets.”
The old man shut his eyes and exhaled a slow breath. Eloise stood silently, her patient’s medication sheet in her hands. Warm sunlight pooled on the floor next to the bed, and outside the window, a rabbit ventured onto the lawn, nose twitching. Was Eloise stalling? Was she avoiding?
The rabbit scampered away. With a sigh, she turned back toward the door.
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