you walking home. She may even decide to keep you here for observation.”
Kirstie grunted. Not if her plan panned out. Of course, in order for that to happen, one had to remain in one’s right mind.
“She’ll need to see if you inhaled any of that creek water,” Carmen said.
“More likely silt.” Lynley’s voice continued to tremble.
“Oh, sweetie,” Carmen said, wrapping an arm around Lynley—something Kirstie should’ve done. “She’s going to be just fine. This may be just what we need to convince Megan to run some tests of her own.”
“She turned us down, remember?”
Kirstie hated that tremor in her daughter’s voice. “She had her reasons, sweetie.”
“What reason could she possibly have had to turn down—”
“None of our business what the reason is.” Kirstie met Carmen’s gaze of understanding, then patted Lynley’s cold, moist cheek. “But I expect it has something to do with wanting me in more experienced hands. You want someone placing their whole life, their future, all their hopes in your hands when you aren’t a specialist in the field? You want to be responsible for that kind of burden?”
“But you’re not going to either of the other specialists.” Lynley’s voice no longer trembled, but there was a hint of rancor in place of the agitation.
It seemed that ever since Lynley arrived back in Jolly Mill, her emotions had swung from fear to anger to grief. She didn’t know how obvious it was to everyone that she had begun the grieving process. Kirstie wished she could swallow all that pain for her precious daughter, but her own emotions kept getting in the way.
“Don’t tell me you’re blaming Megan for that,” Carmen said. “Honey, if you ask me, our Megan’s barely hanging on as it is. Did you see her face when she caught sight of Forrest the other day?”
“Who?”
“You know, as in Gump. The man with the wild gray hair who walks all over the place.”
“You’re talking about Kendall Ross,” Lynley said. “He looks like a homeless man, but he has a house and three kids and a wife.”
“I know, plus he has three cats and two dogs, but he looks homeless. Smells it too, sometimes, and he talks to himself.”
“So do I,” Kirstie muttered.
“Recovering addict, you know,” Carmen said. “Last I heard he was under house arrest.”
Kirstie fingered her mud-stiff hair.
“Anyway, Megan’s face went white as my refrigerator when he walked past the clinic a couple of days ago,” Carmen continued as if she hadn’t been interrupted. “That long, bushy, gray hair of his was flying every which way. Megan’s eyes teared up and she had to get to the bathroom quick. If you ask me, our poor Megan worked with the homeless a little too long and her heart just broke. She’s burned out at the age of thirty-two.”
“Wish she wasn’t living alone,” Kirstie said.
“I told her she could stay in my guest room,” Carmen said. “And Nora has that whole huge house to herself and begged Megan to move in with her and keep her company. Nothing doing. The best she could do was give Megan that isolated cabin in the woods.”
“Megan always did love that place,” Lynley said. “She has what she wants.”
Kirstie glanced out the window and saw a bright yellow car flashing through the shadows of trees overhanging the road. Hmm. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad situation, after all. Quite a way behind the yellow Neo came another car, bright red, and Kirstie suppressed a smile. If she wasn’t mistaken, the cavalry had arrived. Thank you, Jesus!
“She’ll have to at least weigh in on your case now, won’t she?” Carmen asked, voicing Kirstie’s thoughts as she stepped up beside her at the window.
“Nope. Let’s lie low for a bit, okay? She doesn’t need that right now.” Such a hypocrite, Kirstie.
Carmen gave Kirstie a once-over. “Wouldn’t hurt you to get some street clothes on.”
“She’s not walking home, anyway,” Lynley said. “I’ll drive her.”
Kirstie looked down at her mud-caked nightgown. “I’ve decided to make a new fashion statement. I call it ‘Blackout Chic.’ I might as well capitalize on all the attention my loving daughter keeps sending my way.”
“Mom,” Lynley warned. “You want me to just let you wander out in the forest like a wild animal?”
“Wild animals should be caged to protect themselves.” Kirstie sucked on her tongue to corral further hurtful words.
“I can’t believe you said that.” Tears once more filled Lynley’s eyes.
“Girls,” Carmen said, “you could both use a little color, a little foundation, some eye-popping makeup. Want to borrow