Saving Gracie (29 page)

Mary regarded George. “You’re holding something back. I can tell by that silly look on your face.”

George paused a brief second. “Grace’s husband returned from Beijing this morning.” He sat back in his chair and ran a hand over the top of the cane by his side. “Things happened to fall in place for him quicker than expected.”

“Really.” Mary’s surprise was obvious. “And how did you happen to manage that?” She rose and headed to the door.

“I have my ways,” he said.

“You didn’t say anything to Quinlan.”

“She’ll find out soon enough.”

Her hand on the door handle, Mary stopped and turned. “Now, wa-it a minute.” Her eyes narrowed. “You didn’t have anything to do with him going to Beijing in the first place, did you?”

George stood and reached for his cane and baseball cap. He smushed the hat on his head, forcing his ears outward. He looked like Yoda playing short-stop.

Mary pointed a knowing finger at him. “Or what about Quinlan’s notebook mysteriously showing up after she’d destroyed it?”

The mischievous crooked smile outlined his worn face. “Madam, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

CHAPTER 46

QUINLAN

Before Quinlan could order herself a cup of tea, Meghan raised her hand. “I’ve taken care of this.” She motioned to the waiter, who brought a bottle of champagne and two stemmed glasses to their table. He poured the liquid-gold bubbly then took a step back.

Meghan raised her glass. “Time for that
clinking thing
, as Gracie would say.”

Quinlan smiled. “I think it’s time to call her Grace.”

Meghan nodded approval. “To Grace and peaceful days.” They raised their glasses.

The waiter stepped forward. “Excuse me. There’s more.”

Quinlan turned to Meghan. “What else have you done?”

Meghan shrugged.

The waiter motioned over his shoulder and two additional wait staff members appeared, each carrying large oval trays laden with every pastry on the menu. They placed the delectables around the table.

“What? We didn’t order this,” Quinlan said.

Meghan’s eyes lit like Fourth of July sparklers.

“We couldn’t possibly….”

“If I may?” The waiter handed Quinlan a small white envelope from his coat pocket.

She read the short message, a smile crossing her face. “The woman’s crazy.” She handed the note to Meghan.

To one who almost drove me crazy…

But who most always made me laugh.

My compliments to you—

Angela

Meghan tossed the note aside and grabbed her fork. “Gotta say, it helps to know people in high places.”

“We’ll have to diet next week, you know.” Quinlan sipped her champagne.

Meghan shrugged and started with the rum raisin bread pudding. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“About what?” Quinlan reached her fork over and swiped a bite of bread pudding off Meghan’s plate.

“Remember when Ghost played on your television and you kept trying to hit mute?”

Quinlan stopped, fork in mid-air.

“He's stuck, that's what it is. He's in between worlds,” Meghan said.

“You don’t have to go back to find out how to use mediums. I told you before you left there’s a lot to learn here.” Meghan pulled another pastry selection in front of her. “Guess you had to go through it your own way.”

“Okay, here’s the deal.”

Recognizing Ruby’s gruff voice, Quinlan turned.

“You got questions, you call me. Got it?” The plus-size woman instructed through Juicy Fruit chomps.

Quinlan watched Ruby walk along the sidewalk in front of the café with a young man who looked like he’d exited the womb pumping iron.

Spotting the women, Ruby lifted her arm in a salute. “Keep walking, I’ll catch up in a minute.” She backtracked a few steps and used her hand to cover her words. “Bowling champ,” she beamed, “and a lefty.” She gave the women a thumbs-up, pushed signature blue-tinted glasses up on her nose, and scrambled to catch up with her new assignment.

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About the Author

As a native Houstonian, a rarity these days, I hold two licenses in the state of Texas: one in chemical dependency counseling, the other in massage therapy. In 2004, I trained to be a volunteer for Houston Hospice, a life-changing training session I believe would benefit all. Hospice, contrary to popular belief, is not about dying. Hospice is about helping people live
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Although writing has been a part of my genetic lineage, the bug did not officially bite until 2006. From then on, my true life passion sprouted and came into full bloom. I’ve always been an observer by nature…ask any close friend or family member. I’ve studied lines and movie dialogues for years, which can often become annoying to said above friends and family (I can see the bobble-head nods of agreement).

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