Blackberry Summer by RaeAnne Thayne Page A

mild and pleasant. Outside the car window, she saw children playing on muddy lawns already beginning to turn a pale green and as Jeff turned onto Blue Sage Road, she enjoyed the sight of the bright yellowand red tulips beginning to bud in Caroline Bybee’s always-spectacular garden.
    “It’s about time,” Macy groused. “It seems like winter went on forever this year.”
    “I know, right,” Holly said. “I mean, Sunday is Easter and everything. I was thinking we’d have to hide eggs in the snow this year.”
    That wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in Claire’s memory. In the high Rockies, Hope’s Crossing had been known to see heavy snowstorms into late May, but usually by the first of April, most of the remaining snow was up at the higher elevation of the ski resort.
    “I’m glad it’s warmer today, for Maura’s sake,” she murmured.
    Except for those children they passed, the streets appeared quiet, almost deserted. Most of the year-round residents of Hope’s Crossing would be at the funeral for Layla Parker. Ruth was there, which was the sole reason Holly and Jeff were the designated drivers taking Claire from the hospital to home.
    Her mother couldn’t miss the funeral, not when she’d been friends with Mary Ella since they were girls. Claire understood that and had chosen to bite her lip and say nothing when Ruth arranged with Jeff and Holly to take her home from the hospital without consulting her on the matter. She would have preferred to call a taxi. Okay, truth be told, she would rather have tried to wheel herself the four hilly miles from the hospital to home rather than be dependent on her ex-husband.
    “Careful on those bumps, honey.” Holly restedone of her perfectly manicured hands on Jeff’s arm. “Maybe you should slow down a little.”
    “It’s fine. I’m only going twenty-two miles per hour. It’s a thirty-five zone.”
    If he were speeding, he would still probably be safe from a ticket because Riley and most of his police department would probably be at the funeral with the rest of the town.
    “How’s everything been at home?” she asked Macy quickly.
    “Okay. While you’ve been in the hospital and we’ve been staying at Dad and Holly’s, I’ve been stopping at the house to take in the newspaper and the mail after school.”
    “We dropped Chester off at the house before we went to the hospital. He’s super-excited to be back home.”
    She could imagine. Holly wasn’t a big dog lover and probably insisted their poor aging basset hound sleep in the cold garage.
    “You should have seen him, Mom. He went through every room, wagging his tail like crazy. You’d think he’d been gone a month instead of just a few days.”
    If Claire had possessed a tail, she would probably do the same thing when they reached her house, she was that eager to be home. She couldn’t wait to be in her own space again.
    Had it really been only five days since the accident? She felt as if she’d lived a dozen lifetimes in those days.
    “I still think it’s too early for you to be going home.” Jeff frowned at her in the rearview mirror.
    “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take that up with Dr. Murray. He’s the one who signed the release papers.”
    “You can’t take care of yourself. Geez, Claire, you can’t even get to the bathroom on your own.”
    She forced herself to smile patiently, even as she fought the urge to remind Jeff that while he had the right to his opinions, she no longer had to listen to them. Truly one of the better things about not being married to the man anymore.
    “Ruth will be staying at the house the first few nights. She’s insisting.”
    Unfortunately, she hadn’t divorced her mother. It was a little tougher to ignore Ruth’s opinions, much as she would like to.
    While Claire just wanted to go home and crawl into bed for a few weeks, yank the covers over her head and forget the rest of the world existed, she had two children who still needed to eat and