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Genevieve nodded. “I remember her saying that she’d been a tomboy and athletic. I suppose comfort was her chief motivation later.”
“That and doing her best to discourage any sexual interest I might have in her.”
“Oh, Marshall.” There didn’t seem to be anything she could say that wasn’t going to trigger pain, and maybe even bitterness in him. That was never her intention.
“Sorry.” He held out her glass to her. “I did understand, even though I didn’t always handle things well.”
“I could see you did—and cared. And from what I could tell, you were very attentive and gentle with her.” Genevieve set her keys on the counter and accepted the goblet. She’d left her purse in the car to give him another sign that she was serious about not staying but a few minutes. “Okay, subject change—are you going to give me a tour? It sounds like you really pushed it.”
“Wait until you see.” Although he touched his glass to hers, there was a hint of mockery or self-deprecation in his voice. “But first, tell me more about your day. Do you realize how long it’s been since I had an intelligent conversation? Of course you do—you were it!”
After an initial sip of her wine, Genevieve was about to point out that she could hear the TV on somewhere and knew he had a satellite dish hooked up, but then again that wasn’t a conversation, that was all one-sided. “Well, we gained two new residents today,” she told him. “A dentist and a nurse, both from Dallas.”
“Are they a couple?”
“No, each has a spouse.”
“Having professionals moving in is a good sign.”
“It is. Our dentist, Dr. Harvey, is retiring and selling his practice to a young doctor. Tim Petrie. Unless you keep your Dallas doctor, you’ll probably meet him sooner or later. He and his wife are energetic and enjoy canoeing.”
“Are they here on the lake?”
“Interestingly, no. In town about three blocks from his office. They bought a historical home. Mrs. Petrie’s other interest is antiques and restorations.”
“I remember seeing it. I liked it myself, but three stories wasn’t practical for us. So you’ve saved a local bit of history from further deterioration, as well. That should provide some job satisfaction.”
“I liken it to the pebble-skipping-across-calm-water metaphor. The ripples expand and sometimes merge. You get to see lives touching lives here.”
“Well put. Unlike in the vast sea of Dallas where a pebble vanishes amid all the other frenetic motion going on,” he drawled.
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