The Shop on Blossom Street by Debbie Macomber Page B

Ellie, lived, too. Rick’s schedule often brought him to Seattle, but he rarely had time to see her.
    “Hello, big brother,” Carol said, her happiness evident in her voice.
    “Carol, you sound wonderful. Are you…?” He hesitated, but Carol knew what he was asking.
    “Not yet. Doug and I are working on it, though—all hours of the day and night.” She tossed her husband a saucy look, but he was reading his paper and didn’t notice. “How long are you in town?”
    “Tonight and tomorrow this time around. I fly out in the late afternoon. Any chance we can get together? Not necessarily this trip, if that doesn’t work for you, but soon.”
    Carol immediately checked the calendar. “I’d love to.” His invitations were few and far between, and she’d make whatever adjustments were necessary to accommodate her brother. “What about breakfast?”
    “You know I’m not much of a morning person.”
    Carol did remember the trouble her brother had always had getting up for school. “That’s true,” she said.
    “What are you doing these days?” he asked conversationally.
    “Not much. Doug and I go to the gym three mornings a week and tomorrow afternoon I’m starting a knitting class.”
    “Knitting? You?”
    “Yes, and if you treat me right, once I learn I’ll knit you a sweater.”
    “One of those Irish ones with all the intricate cables?”
    “Ah…I was thinking more along the lines of a simple cardigan with raglan sleeves.”
    Her brother chuckled. “I can’t imagine my sister, who managed two-hundred-million dollars’ worth of mutual funds, with a pair of knitting needles in her hands.”
    “Well, imagine it, because it’s happening.” She wondered whether he had something on his mind. “Any particular reason you want to see me?”
    Rick didn’t answer right away. “It’s been a while since we talked,” he said. “I was hoping we’d get a chance to catch up. That’s all.”
    “That would be great. It doesn’t sound as if tomorrow’s going to work out. When are you in town next?” She heard pages flipping in the background as Rick checked his work schedule. “Why don’t you come here for dinner?” she suggested.
    “I’ll be back next week. Does that suit you and Doug?” He gave her the date and Carol wrote it on the wall calendar. With the pencil still in her hand, she paused. While it wasn’t unusual for her brother to call, he didn’t often pursue the issue of their getting together.
    “Is everything okay, Rick?” He’d been divorced for more than a year now and although he spoke about it matter-of-factly, even dismissively, Carol suspected the breakup had caused him a lot of pain. She didn’t know the exact reasons Ellie had filed for divorce, but Carol figured it had to do with Rick’s career. It couldn’t be easy to maintain a relationship with a husband who was away from home so much. At one time Ellie had hinted he was unfaithful, but Carol refused to believe it. Her brother wouldn’t cheat on his wife. He just wouldn’t.
    “Well…sort of okay, but I don’t want to go into it now. There’s nothing for you to worry about,” he added, clearing his throat. “We’ll have dinner next week and talk then.”
    “I’ll look forward to it,” Carol told him. “Have you seen Mom and Dad lately?” she asked.
    “I was in Portland last weekend and they’re fit as ever.”
    “Great.”
    Carol and her brother made polite conversation for a few more minutes. She frowned as she replaced the receiver, curious about Rick’s problem, whatever it was.
    “That was Rick?” Doug asked from the living room.
    “We’re having dinner with him next week.”
    “We haven’t seen him in a while, have we?”
    Carol wandered into the other room and sat on the arm of Doug’s chair.
    He glanced up at her. “What’s wrong?”
    She shook her head. “I wish I knew, but something’s going on with my brother.” Resting her arm along the back of the chair, Carol leaned down and