Lori Connelly had this brilliant idea to pass a story around blogs, as if all the Harper Impulse authors are gathered about a virtual campfire, turning to one another and passing the story along.
There are new parts every Tuesday
(except Dec. 31st – our holiday break)
If you haven’t read them yet, you’d better go back and read parts 1-5 before you read my part below.
Walter’s fingers gripped the door frame, like if he didn’t catch a hold of it he’d fall.
“Who?” Matthew looked at Beth.
Your Great-Granddaddy – potentially. That sounded too weird. “Walter Dolvin.”
Matthew’s eyebrows lifted before he moved to help Walter. He had a way of always caring for people.
“Walter says the woman in that picture is his daughter, he’s come back to help her.” She looked at Walter. “This is Matthew, my boyfriend. Matthew just said the woman in that picture is his grandmother…”
“And Dolvin was her second name…” Matthew took Walter’s hand to help him to a chair. “But the woman in that picture, has been gone a long time.”
Walter’s gaze settled on Matthew, and Beth watched him too.
She didn’t want to lose Matthew, but the job she’d been offered in New York not only promised decent pay but the career she’d always dreamed of. She just wanted Matthew to come with her. She didn’t want to leave him behind. But he loved this farm, maybe more than her if their argument last night was anything to go by, it had been in his family for years – the old house and barn just sucked up every penny they earned. Yet if they sold up and moved to New York, they’d have a decent house, she’d have a good job, and he’d find work there easily…
“Tell me where you got the picture?” Matthew said to Walter as he helped him sit.
Matthew sat on the coffee table, and picked the picture up, facing Walter with his elbows resting on his lean muscular thighs, and his broad shoulders sloping.
Beth answered, “It was in Walter’s wallet.”
Matthew glanced up at her.
If Walter really was Matthew’s great-granddaddy – maybe he’d come back to stop her from making Matthew sell up?
Matthew looked at Walter. “Did you find it?”
“No, boy. Alice is my daughter.”
Matthew’s fingers lifted and swept through his dark black coffee colored hair. His blue eyes were a matching color to Walter’s.
“She can’t be your daughter, she’d be a hundred now if she was still alive.”
“She’s still alive child, and my Rose sent me back to fetch her.”
Beth could see Matthew biting the inside of his lip as he tried to puzzle it all out. The wind swept a flurry of soft snow against the windowpane beyond Matthew. Damn, the blizzard had started. It wouldn’t be easy getting Walter up the hill to the old shack now, and somehow she knew that’s where he had to go.
“How did you hurt yourself?” She could hear from Matthew’s voice he still wasn’t convinced this really was his great-granddaddy. Beth was. “Did you fall?”
“No I didn’t fall, travelling through a time window takes its toll.” He looked up at me. I remember it all now.
The story continues next Tuesday…
Part 7 by Teresa F Morgan on December 24th
Part 8 by Carmel Harrington on January 7th
Part 9 by Sue Fortin on January 14th
Part 10 by Erin Lawless on January 21st
Part 11 by Mandy Baggot on January 28th
And while you wait, why not take a look at Teresa F Morgan’s fabulous Romantic Comedy
Or you could download previous stories, which have now been published, checkout Lori’s blog…