Luann’s mother had moved in with them, even though it meant another mouth to feed, neither Luann nor Philip had seen it as a burden.
Sarah placed her magazine on the small table to her left. “Raymond and I were pleased when we received a message from our son last night, saying he’d found a buyer for the buggy shop that he and his
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ran together before we moved. Now that it’s sold, he plans to move here, and he and Raymond will work together again.” She grinned, revealing the small dimples in her cheeks. “I’m real pleased about that, and I hope it won’t be long until our son finds a nice girl and decides to get married. Then our family will be complete. Since I was only able to bear two children, I’m hoping for lots of grandchildren.”
Luann didn’t voice her opinion, but it sounded to her like Sarah might be trying to plan her son’s future, which she didn’t think was a good thing at all.
Philadelphia
“How’s that young man you’ve been caring for these past few weeks?” Susan’s grandfather asked as she sat at the kitchen table with her grandparents, drinking coffee and eating some of Grandma’s warm sticky buns. Anne had already left for the hospital because she had the early morning shift, but Susan wouldn’t have to leave for work until afternoon.
“Unfortunately, even after several surgeries, he’s pretty much the same,” Susan replied, blotting her lips on a napkin. “I’ve been calling him Eddie, and I talk to him all the time, but he’s still unresponsive.”
“That’s too bad,” Grandma said, reaching for her cup of coffee. “Perhaps something you say will eventually get through to him.”
Susan nodded. “That’s what I’m hoping for, but the longer he remains in a coma, the less his chances are of coming out of it.”
“Just remember, with God all things are possible,” Grandpa said, placing his hand on Susan’s arm.
Susan smiled. “I know that, but I appreciate the reminder.” She was thankful Grandpa and Grandma had taken her and Anne into their home and cared for them after their parents had died in a car accident when Susan and Anne were thirteen and fifteen. Grandma and Grandpa were true Christians in every sense of the word, and their gentle spirits and caring actions had proved that repeatedly. Besides offering their godly influence, Grandma and Grandpa had paid for both Susan and Anne to attend college and get the training they needed to work in the medical profession. They had flatly refused to accept any rent money from Susan and her sister after they’d begun working at the hospital. Grandma had smiled and said she enjoyed having her two special girls living in their home. She’d added with a twinkle in her eyes, “You’ll both be getting married someday, so you should be saving up for that.”
That’s not likely to happen,
Susan thought.
I’m twenty-eight and have all but given up on finding the right man, and Anne says she’s married to her job. I think we’re both going to end up being career women—and worse yet, old maids.
“So have you made any plans for this coming weekend?” Grandpa questioned.
Susan shook her head. “Except for going to church on Sunday, I’ll probably try to get caught up on my sleep.”
“What about the Valentine’s banquet our church young people are having on Saturday night?” Grandma asked. “Aren’t you and Anne planning to go to that?”
“I can’t speak for Anne, but I’m not going.”
The wrinkles in Grandma’s forehead deepened. “Why not, for goodness’ sake? It would be a chance to socialize with someone other than sick and hurting patients or your crotchety old grandparents.”
Susan rolled her eyes. “To me, you and Grandpa aren’t old, and you’re anything but crotchety.”
“Be that as it may, I still think you should go to the banquet,” Grandma said, handing Susan the plate of sticky buns.
“No thanks, I’ve had my share.” She patted her flat stomach. “I need
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