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252 SNOWBOUND patio he had helped his dad lay when he’d been maybe twelve or thirteen. Bricks had weathered and chipped, and moss and some creeper his mother had turned loose now nibbled at the mortar and softened the edges. He told her about innkeeping and the more unusual guests he’d had, and bragged about his cooking. Sparkling, delighted, his mother exclaimed, “I’ll let you demonstrate while you’re home.” Her face dimmed. “Oh. I didn’t think. You might not be planning to stay with us.” He was lost. He could no more tell his mother he didn’t want to stay than he could have gone out and shot a doe for recreation. “Liz gave me the key to her place so I could water plants.” Did she have any? “But I was planning to stay here, if it’s okay with you.” His mother gave him a smile so radiant, it made his chest ache. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more than to have you here. For however long you want to stay.” His eyes burned. “I don’t deserve you, Mom.” She half-stood so she could kiss his cheek. “Of course you do! Never, never doubt it. You were a good boy, and you’re a good man, John Fallon.” The women in his family seemed to know how to make him cry. But—funny thing—each time, the tears seemed to cleanse him of bitterness and remind him of a humanity he’d feared he no longer possessed. “THE DAY YOU GOT HURT.” Until this moment, John couldn’t have said what color the counselor’s eyes were. They weren’t startling
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 253 in any way. But damn could they pin him to his chair like a butterfly on a board. Blue, he realized. They were a washed-out blue. To go with an ordinary face, brown hair, a body average in build and height and a rumpled sport shirt tucked into wrinkled khakis. The guy didn’t believe in leading gently up to the hard part. Say, a week from now. Maybe use this first session to get to know John, to exchange war stories. No, he’d asked a few brisk questions. What unit? How much action had he seen? How many friends had died? Ten minutes, tops. Now he looked at John and said, “The day you got hurt. What’s your most vivid memory? Just a snapshot.” John felt like a phobic in a dentist’s chair waiting for the drill to descend. Pretending he was just fine, when his body was rigid. God, he wanted to bolt. Fiona, he thought desperately. Fiona. Drawing a shallow breath, he said, “Blood dripping down a soccer ball. Lying there wondering why it hadn’t popped.” “When you wake up at night screaming, what are you trying to do?” He started to shove up from his chair. “How the hell do you know? Did Liz tell you…?” He stopped, feeling foolish. “You had your own nightmares.” “We all have nightmares.” His expression was kind. “Even veterans who aren’t suffering from PTSD have ’em. It’s the mind’s way of processing traumatic memories.”
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patio he had helped his dad lay when he’d been maybe<br />
twelve or thirteen. Bricks had weathered and chipped,<br />
and moss and some creeper his mother had turned loose<br />
now nibbled at the mortar and softened the edges.<br />
He told her about innkeeping and the more unusual<br />
guests he’d had, and bragged about his cooking.<br />
Sparkling, delighted, his mother exclaimed, “I’ll<br />
let you demonstrate while you’re home.” Her face<br />
dimmed. “Oh. I didn’t think. You might not be planning<br />
to stay with us.”<br />
He was lost. He could no more tell his mother he<br />
didn’t want to stay than he could have gone out and shot<br />
a doe for recreation.<br />
“Liz gave me the key to her place so I could water<br />
plants.” Did she have any? “But I was planning to stay<br />
here, if it’s okay with you.”<br />
His mother gave him a smile so radiant, it made his<br />
chest ache. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more than<br />
to have you here. For however long you want to stay.”<br />
His eyes burned. “I don’t deserve you, Mom.”<br />
She half-stood so she could kiss his cheek. “Of<br />
course you do! Never, never doubt it. You were a good<br />
boy, and you’re a good man, John Fallon.”<br />
The women in his family seemed to know how to<br />
make him cry. But—funny thing—each time, the tears<br />
seemed to cleanse him of bitterness and remind him of<br />
a humanity he’d feared he no longer possessed.<br />
“THE DAY YOU GOT HURT.”<br />
Until this moment, John couldn’t have said what<br />
color the counselor’s eyes were. They weren’t startling