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250 SNOWBOUND logged and farmed in the nineteenth century by early settlers. Agriculture had long since lost its way to the growing population, pushing suburb by suburb out of Portland. He saw a sign that said Hawes Ferry, and his fingers flexed on the wheel. But he kept going. What would he say to Fiona now? I’m trying? Not good enough. The big old house where he’d grown up was in the Rose City neighborhood in Portland. He went there first, not wanting to hurt his parents unnecessarily. He parked at the curb in front, and he’d no sooner gotten out than he saw his mother flying down the porch steps. “John! You came!” Her face was awash with tears by the time she reached him. “I wasn’t sure you would.” He returned her hug, feeling a little awkward, and more than a little remorseful. So much for convincing himself that his folks were busy people only mildly concerned by his new eccentricity. It would appear he’d been breaking his mother’s heart. Patting her back, he said, “Liz is a steamroller.” Dashing at her tears, she stepped back. “That’s news to you?” “No. I just didn’t expect her to turn her energy onto me. Don’t they keep her busy enough at the Oregonian?” “Did you see her series about chop shops? There’s talk of a Pulitzer prize.” “Really?” John took his bag out of the back and slammed the door. “I did see it. She’s good.” She was drying her tears, thank God. The worst was past. They walked up the driveway. “Are you worried
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 251 about her being able to keep the lodge running?” his mother asked. “No,” John was able to say truthfully. “Pity the guests. She’ll dig their life stories out of them, and they’ll find themselves on the front page when she gets back.” Connie Fallon laughed. “Probably. Oh, I’m so glad to see you! You look wonderful, John.” His fingers wanted to go to his scar. How had it gotten to be a habit, touching it every time he thought about it? And why hadn’t he noticed he was doing it? This time, he resisted by curling his hand at his side. “Thanks.” “In hopes you’d come today, I put a pot roast on. And of course I baked an apple pie. I wanted dinner to be your favorites.” Hell. It wouldn’t have killed him to get down here a couple of times this past year. No matter what, he would do better, John vowed. Forcing a smile, he said, “Thanks, Mom. That sounds great. Uh…where’s Dad?” “Work.” She made a face. “Always work. The Hendersons had a burst pipe and their bathroom flooded. He should be done soon. I’ll call to let him know you’re here.” “No, don’t do that. It’s good to have time with just you.” She teared up again. “Daddy’ll be home by five.” How long since she’d called his father that for his benefit? How long since she’d thought of him as John’s daddy? Damn, he thought again; he’d hurt her far worse than he’d had any idea. They had coffee in the kitchen, looking out at the backyard with her carefully pruned roses and the brick
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250 SNOWBOUND<br />
logged and farmed in the nineteenth century by early<br />
settlers. Agriculture had long since lost its way to the<br />
growing population, pushing suburb by suburb out of<br />
Portland.<br />
He saw a sign that said Hawes Ferry, and his fingers<br />
flexed on the wheel. But he kept going. What would he<br />
say to Fiona now? I’m trying? Not good enough.<br />
The big old house where he’d grown up was in the<br />
Rose City neighborhood in Portland. He went there<br />
first, not wanting to hurt his parents unnecessarily. He<br />
parked at the curb in front, and he’d no sooner gotten<br />
out than he saw his mother flying down the porch steps.<br />
“John! You came!” Her face was awash with tears by<br />
the time she reached him. “I wasn’t sure you would.”<br />
He returned her hug, feeling a little awkward, and<br />
more than a little remorseful. So much for convincing<br />
himself that his folks were busy people only mildly<br />
concerned by his new eccentricity. It would appear he’d<br />
been breaking his mother’s heart.<br />
Patting her back, he said, “Liz is a steamroller.”<br />
Dashing at her tears, she stepped back. “That’s<br />
news to you?”<br />
“No. I just didn’t expect her to turn her energy onto<br />
me. Don’t they keep her busy enough at the Oregonian?”<br />
“Did you see her series about chop shops? There’s<br />
talk of a Pulitzer prize.”<br />
“Really?” John took his bag out of the back and<br />
slammed the door. “I did see it. She’s good.”<br />
She was drying her tears, thank God. The worst was<br />
past.<br />
They walked up the driveway. “Are you worried