In Plain Sight (Sisterhood #25) - Fern Michaels Page 0,65
the papers. That was all Amalie and I had in the way of leisure activities while we were in the . . . ah . . . program—reading. You have a way with words. I think you must love your job to write so convincingly. What’s it like, Dennis, going to work at a job you really and truly love? I liked my job with Amalie. I didn’t like her husband, and I certainly didn’t love that big old mansion they lived in either. It was cold and . . . I don’t know the word. Help me out here, Dennis, your command of the English language is better than mine.”
Dennis flushed and basked in Rosalee’s praise. He did love his job, he loved it with his whole being, and he loved the people he worked with and the people who were now his other family. “I think what you want to say is there was no warmth or sense of family in the structure where you worked and lived for a while. You could live in a run-down shack, but if there’s love and warmth, the condition of the building really doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, yes, exactly. My mother’s house is full to overflowing. There is stuff everywhere. Mind you, it is not dirty; you could eat off my mother’s floors. My family lives in the house. A house takes on the personality of the people who live in it. My family laughs and sings and cooks and cleans. It’s how we live. I so miss that. Growing up, we had triple-decker bunk beds, two sets to each bedroom. And, somehow, we still had plenty of room.”
Dennis could feel himself blushing, but for the first time, he didn’t care if anyone saw his red cheeks and ears or not.
And in that moment in time, on a beautiful summer day in July at 1:07 in the afternoon, Dennis West fell in love with a dark-haired, dark-eyed, rosy-cheeked girl named Rosalee Muno.
Rosalee stared across the table at her new friend and the look on his face. She thought it was endearing. At that precise moment, at 1:08 on a beautiful summer day in July, one minute after Dennis West fell in love with her, Rosalee Muno fell in love with the sandy-haired, blue-eyed, blushing reporter named Dennis West. The realization was so startling she didn’t know what to do, so she just smiled. And kept on smiling.
Dennis grinned. Life was suddenly looking really good. Oh, yeahhhh.
From the kitchen window, Myra poked Annie on the shoulder and laughed. “I think, if I’m not mistaken, those two figured it out themselves. I think those two young people just fell in love with each other. Think about it, Annie. We always say over and over that everything happens for a reason. That God works in mysterious ways. I guess this was His plan for those two young people. Everyone was at the right place at exactly the right time for those two to meet. Yes, there was a tragedy but it wasn’t deadly. People, meaning Pearl and ultimately us, were there to help. Rosalee was placed there to help Amalie, then here we are bringing up the rear to create a happy ending. Tell me, my dear friend, is there not something magical about what we do.”
“Spot on, Myra, spot on. Now we need to move on to Director Sparrow and Amalie.”
“You never give up, do you, Annie?”
“Well, Myra, my dear soul sister, if I did give up, where would that leave you?”
Annie’s voice was so intense, so serious, Myra felt light-headed. “How’s this for a response, Annie? I don’t ever want to find out, so keep on doing what you’re doing, and I’m right at your side, your BFF.”
Annie laughed. “Come along, BFF, and let’s join the party on the terrace.”
Amalie Moss watched the two women whom she now thought of as her saviors walk up the steps to the terrace. She didn’t know how she knew but she knew that somehow, some way, these two women were going to change the rest of her life. A calm settled over her, knowing that with them watching over her, she was truly, truly safe for the first time since the day she had met Lincoln Moss. She knew in her heart she would never question either woman, she would simply accept what was in store for her and follow the path laid out for her by all these wonderful people.