Amanda laid her hand on her stomach. “It all hit me with so much force that I might be reeling for a month or maybe a year.”
Kate was sorry that she’d lost her chance at motherhood, but she was glad she’d never have to worry about raising a child with Conrad’s—or Cain’s—blood. She couldn’t imagine Gracie being anything but a sweet child, but a boy? Amanda would have a heavy load raising a son if he was like Conrad.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jamie awoke on Sunday morning and propped up on an elbow to stare at her daughter. How on earth she and Conrad had created such a delightful little girl was totally amazing. After reading through those letters, Jamie might even go so far as to say that her daughter was a miracle. With Conrad for a father, she could have been a conniving little girl, but she wasn’t. She was as open as a book and as sweet natured as Mama Rita.
She glanced at the clock and rubbed her eyes, then looked at it again. She had exactly forty-five minutes to get up, eat breakfast, and get ready for church.
She slung her legs out over the side of the bed and headed straight for the bathroom, knocking on Amanda’s door and Kate’s on the way.
“Rise and shine, ladies. We have overslept,” she called out and purposely slammed the bathroom door shut.
Amanda was standing at the bathroom door when she opened it again. “Pregnancy shrinks the bladder down to thimble size,” she grumbled.
“We’ve got to hurry, and it’s my turn to make the covered dish for the potluck.” Jamie moved to one side to let Amanda inside the bathroom.
“It can be my turn, Mama.” Gracie rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “We can take the cookies me and Amanda made.”
“Coffee is making,” Kate said when Jamie and Gracie made it to the kitchen. “I’m not going to church, but I’m in as big a rush as y’all. Waylon and I are skipping services this morning.”
Amanda arranged cookies on a plate. “Oh, really! Have you got a room reserved?”
“No, we do not!” Kate poured three cups of coffee and set them on the table. “Did either of you do any interesting reading last night?”
“I did,” Jamie answered. “That’s probably why I overslept. Talk about tangled webs and twists and turns. Now what? This place should go to a dead woman?”
“But since she’s already passed on, then we’re back to square one, right?” Amanda asked.
“Not necessarily,” Kate said. “She left a will, and whatever she wanted done with her possessions will probably be taken into consideration.”
“Well, crap! This is turning into a never-ending cycle.”
“Cereal, toast, and orange juice.” Jamie talked as she set things on the table. “Gracie, don’t diddle-daddle around now.”
“I won’t, Mama. I don’t want to miss church. Do I still get to go home with Lisa after church is over?”
“Oh, shoot!” Jamie sighed. “I forgot about that, but yes, you can go home with her. However, if you want to take your backpack with toys in it, you might have to let me bring them over later.”
“I got it ready. And I got my play clothes in there and my old shoes.” Gracie poured cereal into a bowl, added a teaspoon of sugar and milk, and started to eat.
“Miss Organization there.” Amanda buttered two pieces of toast when they popped up.
Kate patted Gracie on the shoulder. “That’s a good thing.”
“So are you going to sit with Waylon this morning, Kate?” the little girl asked.
“No, remember what I said while ago. I’m going to skip out on church. Waylon and I have some business to take care of,” Kate said.
“You can miss church one time, Kate, but if you miss two times it makes God cry, right, Mama?” Gracie said.
“That’s what Mama Rita says.” Jamie nodded.
It took some serious hustle, but Amanda, Gracie, and Jamie walked through the church doors with three minutes to spare. Folks were still meandering in from Sunday school and taking their seats. Hattie rushed over to Jamie and hugged her tightly.
“I’m so glad to see y’all. I was afraid Gracie was sick. Where is Kate?” she asked.
“We just overslept.” Jamie patted Hattie on the back. “Kate and Waylon are off to Wichita Falls this morning. I hope it’s something to help close the case. Why don’t you and Victor sit with us today?”
“We’d love to, and there’s plenty of room for Paul and Lisa, too, on that empty pew right there.” She motioned to Victor.
Amanda giggled and whispered, “They are playing matchmakers, but don’t say a word. And at least he is an intelligent man with a credible background.”
Jamie won the fight with the blush. “Yes, he is. I’ve already figured Victor and Hattie out, and we’ve got a lot to get settled before any of us can take steps even into friendships, don’t we?”
“You might preach that sermon to Kate.” Amanda giggled.