Page 13 of The Pink House

“I’m sure when you started there, you had specific plans for how your career and your life would go.” Lisa’s eyes took on a distant glow. “I know when I started with the GraceTown Library System, I had no plans to leave.”

“Why did you?” Then, fearing that had been too personal a question, Hannah raised her hand. “No need to answer if you don’t want. I just meant you were so good at what you did.”

“Thank you, Hannah. I loved the children and encouraging their interest in reading.” Lisa expelled a breath. “When I was first diagnosed with MS, my ability to get around took a hit. Over the years, I’ve had my ups and downs. With this job, if I’m having a bad day—or week—I don’t have to get out.”

Hannah glanced at the staircase. “I would think a two-story home would prove difficult.”

“My bedroom and bath are on the main floor. Charlie takes care of the upstairs as well as all the maintenance on the home.” A soft look filled Lisa’s brown eyes. “When his dad left, I was in pretty bad shape physically. And, well, if I’m being honest, emotionally, too. Charlie left college and moved in to help me out. But the house I lived in then didn’t have the shop area he needed for his work. He made do. When this home came on the market, it was perfect for both of us.”

Hannah still didn’t fully understand exactly what it was Charlie did, but now didn’t seem the time to ask. “I’m glad it worked out.”

“It has.”

“I’ll let you get back to work, but first, there’s something I hope you can help me with.”

Lisa’s smile came quick and fast. “Absolutely. Whatever I can do.”

“When I took a walk in the woods the other day, I ran across a pink house.”

“A pink house?” Lisa gestured toward the window. “In our woods?”

Hannah leaned forward, her voice quivering with excitement. “Have you seen it?”

When Lisa began shaking her head, Hannah added, “Or heard of it?”

“I don’t do much hiking these days.” Lisa offered a rueful smile. “But back when I did, I never saw any house, not even a cabin. I’ve also not heard anyone mention a pink house. Was it abandoned?”

“No.” Hannah brought up the scene in her memory. “It appeared to be in good repair. There were women playing cards and sipping tea on the porch. One of them waved, really friendly-like.”

“I wish I could help, but I’m afraid I don’t know anything about a house in the woods.” Lisa met her gaze. “Have you asked Charlie?”

“I did.” Hannah expelled a breath.

“No luck there either?”

Hannah shook her head.

“It’s intriguing, though, isn’t it?”

Hannah cocked her head.

“Like a secret garden kind of thing.”

“There’s the booklover in you.” Hannah was laughing as the door swung open.

She and Lisa turned as one, and there was Charlie, a grocery bag in each arm.

“Mom, they were out of avocados,” he began, then stopped. “Hannah, hello.”

Hannah pushed to her feet. “I just stopped over to drop off some cupcakes and return your mother’s plate. I should get going.”

“Don’t rush off on my account.”

“I’m not.” Hannah turned to Lisa. “I’ve kept you from your work long enough. I really enjoyed visiting with you and catching up.”

Lisa pushed herself awkwardly to her feet, one hand closing around the top of the chair for support. “I’ve enjoyed it, too. Stop over anytime. I’ve missed you.”

The words had the blood sliding like warm honey through Hannah’s veins. Hannah shifted her gaze to Charlie. “Well, good-bye.”

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