Susannah's Garden

by Debbie Macomber

  “I thought we’d eat outside,” she said. Carrying the cheese platter, she led the way to the sliding glass door that opened onto the patio. The round table was covered with colorful place mats and the umbrella positioned to block out the setting sun.

  The five women chatted and laughed nonstop through the appetizers, followed by a dinner of salads, creamy stroganoff with buttered noodles and fresh green beans. They lingered over their desserts—Sandy’s rich chocolate brownies, berry pie and warm apple crisp with ice cream. Then they cleared the table and returned outside with their glasses of wine, comfortable in the waning sun.

  “This is so much fun,” Yvette said with a contented sigh. “I can’t tell you the last time I had a ladies’ night out.”

  “Me, neither,” Sandy chimed in.

  They pulled their chairs into a small circle as they caught up with each others’ news.

  “So you’ve got two children?” Lisa asked, looking at Susannah.

  She nodded.

  “I love your ring,” Yvette commented. “Is it from your husband?”

  Susannah’s gaze dropped to the emerald. “Joe got it for me on our twentieth anniversary.”

  “Ben and I go way back, too,” Yvette said, tossing her long blond hair over her shoulder. “But I didn’t get an emerald ring on our anniversary.”

  Susannah laughed and then frowned. The last she’d heard, Yvette had married Kenny Lincoln shortly after high school. “I thought you and Kenny—”

  Yvette interrupted her. “We divorced two years later. Kenny got into drugs.”

  “I’m sorry.” Susannah didn’t want to dredge up unpleasant memories.

  Yvette raised her eyebrows. “I knew he was experimenting with the stuff when we got married, but turned a blind eye to it. The last I heard, he was doing time in Shelton.”

  Susannah couldn’t imagine the athletic Kenny Lincoln behind bars.

  “Thankfully I was smart enough to get out of the marriage before we had kids. Then I married Ben in 1978.”

  They paused and sipped their wine.

  “Jake Presley was your high school sweetheart, wasn’t he?” Sandy asked Susannah.

  Funny that Jake’s name would come up so easily. The truth was, she didn’t want to think about him. Not right now. Not when he’d been with her for weeks, taking over her dreams and her thoughts. “Yes,” she said simply.

  “Didn’t he go out with Sharon Nance?” Lisa asked.

  “They broke up,” Yvette reminded her.

  “Right.” Lisa nodded at the memory. “As I recall, she wasn’t too pleased about it, either.”

  Sandy glanced at Susannah, her expression puzzled. “So what happened to Jake? Where is he now?”

  Susannah shrugged casually. “I don’t really know. He moved the year I was in France.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding,” Yvette said, clearly taken aback by the news. “Didn’t he write?”

  “In the beginning, but it didn’t last long.”

  “But I thought—”

  Before she’d left for France, Susannah had told her friends that when she returned she’d be marrying Jake. It had sounded wildly romantic and she’d meant it. Except that when she came home, Jake was gone.

  “I tried to find him,” Susannah admitted.

  “What about his dad?” Lisa asked. “He must’ve known where Jake was. Or did he leave, too?”

  “As far as I can tell, they both moved out of town.” She raised her wineglass to her lips. Feeling warm and relaxed, she murmured, “I wish I knew where he went and why he never answered my letters.” She sighed. “When I was seventeen, I was so sure that Jake and I were meant to be.”

  “The path not taken,” Lisa said. “I think about that sometimes, you know.”

  “Okay.” Susannah pointed at Lisa with her wineglass. “What’s yours?”

  “My untraveled path?” Lisa looked away in embarrassment. Slowly she shook her head, as if she regretted bringing up the subject.

  “Come on,” Susannah urged. “You’ve got one. We all do.”

  “What about you?” Sandy asked Carolyn.

  Carolyn hesitated, then said, “Yeah, me, too.”

  “I’ll tell if you do.”

  Everyone turned to stare at Carolyn, who didn’t seem especially confident. “You tell first and then maybe I will.”

  Susannah reached for the half-filled bottle of white zinfandel and replenished Carolyn’s glass. “Oh, you’ll talk.”

  They giggled as if they were sixteen again.

  “Go on,” Susannah said. “Lisa, you start, okay?”

  Lisa’s face reddened. “You’ll think I’m an idiot.”

  “We won’t,” they all insisted.

  Again Lisa looked away, then picked up her wineglass and drank the last two swallows. When she’d finished she set the glass down. “You probably all think it’s some dark secret and it isn’t. I just wish I’d gone to college, but I didn’t have the marks to qualify for a scholarship.”

  She stared out into the distance, but Susannah was convinced that she wasn’t watching the deer that wandered timidly down into the grassy meadow.

  “My dad said if anyone in our family went to college, it would be my little brother. He was the one who’d be supporting a family, not me.”

  “Don’t you just cringe every time you hear someone talk like that?” Susannah muttered. “I mean, it’s such a dated idea but I’m sure it still exists.”

  “The thing is, I could’ve gone. In my heart of hearts I know that Mom would’ve fought to get me into a community college if I’d asked. Instead, I got a job with the telephone company, where I still work.”

  “What did you want to be?”

  “That’s just it,” Lisa explained. “I don’t know, but I wanted the chance to learn and discover who I am. All I needed to do was tell my mother how badly I wanted to continue my education, and yet I didn’t say a word.”

  “Why not?” Carolyn asked. “Did you ever figure out what held you back?”

  Lisa nodded. “I’ve thought about that a lot over the years. Mainly it’s because I was eager to get out on my own and be independent. If I took the job with the phone company, I’d have the freedom to make my own decisions about life. I wanted out of the family home and I didn’t want to be under my parents’ control anymore. I realize now that I wasn’t gaining nearly as much as I was giving up.”

  “What about your brother?” Susannah asked. She vaguely remembered Lisa’s little brother. “Did he go on to college?”

  Lisa nodded. “He attended the University of Washington for one year and flunked out.”

  Susannah groaned.

  “The irony is that I’m the sole support of my family. Bill died of cancer five years ago, and now it’s just me and the kids. In another year it’ll be me alone.”

  They were quiet as they all took this in.

  “Your turn,” Lisa said, turning to Yvette.

  “You already know the path I took. More of a detour, really. I wish I hadn’t married Ken. When I think back, I knew it was a mistake, but I was so young and naive that I went ahead with the wedding, anyway.”

  “That’s what I did,” Carolyn said. “I married the wrong man.”

  “So is Jake Presley the path you didn’t take?” Lisa directed the question to Susannah.

  Susannah leaned back in her chair and thought about her life. Despite her youthful love for Jake, she hadn’t married the wrong man. Joe was a good husband and she had a good life. She loved her family, her home, her garden. She enjoyed teaching—but then why was she counting the years until retirement? Still, that was a question for another day.

  “I’m not sure,” she hedged, and then decided she should be honest with her friends. “Yes, I guess he is.” She was silent for a moment. “Recently I sometimes wonder if I should’ve married Jake.”

  “I thought you said you didn’t know where he was.”

  “I don’t mean after I returned from Europe, but before.”
She glanced around and saw that her four friends were staring at her with wide, questioning eyes. Smiling, she sipped her wine. “The night before I left, I sneaked out of the house to meet Jake. He begged me to drive to Idaho with him so the two of us could get married.” She’d had no idea that would be the last time she’d ever see him.

  Her friends squealed with shock. Everyone had heard about young lovers who’d done exactly that. There was no waiting period in Idaho, and it was possible to go to a justice of the peace and be married by morning.

  “You told him no?” Yvette seemed to find that hard to believe even now.

  “I think every girl in school was half in love with Jake Presley,” Lisa confided. “He was such a bad boy, and there wasn’t one of us who wouldn’t have given our eyeteeth to tame him.”

  Susannah’s voice was filled with regret. “I tried to get him to wait, but it didn’t work.” All she had to do was close her eyes to remember how handsome Jake had looked in his black leather jacket. He was the epitome of cool.

  “You never, ever heard from him after you came back? Not even once?” Lisa asked.

  “I hoped he’d search for me, but he didn’t,” Susannah confessed. At least not that she knew of. Susannah wouldn’t put it past her father to lie about Jake. All through college she’d waited, certain Jake would find her, certain he loved her, certain that eventually they’d be together. When she reached her mid-twenties, she gave up and married Joe.

  The silence nearly undid her. “I have a wonderful husband, don’t get me wrong,” she rushed to add. “My kids are great and almost grown up. This is the best time of my life.”

  She didn’t quite believe her own words, even though everything she’d said should be true. Chrissie and Brian would soon leave and establish their own lives—but just as she was about to relinquish one responsibility, she faced another.

  Her mother needed her, depended on her. It felt as if Susannah had gone back to the days when her children were young, only in this instance the child was her mother.

  “Carolyn,” Susannah said, getting to her feet, eager now to change the subject. “Let me help you with the dishes.”

  “Nonsense.”

  “Remember Mr. Fogleman?” Sandy asked softly. Up until now, she’d remained suspiciously quiet. Susannah sat back down.

  “The algebra teacher?” Susannah recalled that he’d been strict and unbending. She’d barely pulled a B in his class her junior year. One good thing about living in France was that she hadn’t ended up in another of Fogleman’s algebra classes.

  “I had the biggest crush on him.”

  “Mr. Fogleman?” Lisa gasped. “Old Fogey Fogleman?” She thrust out her wineglass. “I need a refill.”

  Carolyn grabbed the wine bottle to replenish her goblet.

  “I used to leave notes on his windshield.”

  “You didn’t?”

  Sandy blushed. “Really risqué notes.”

  “You signed them?” Yvette shrieked out the question.

  “Not on your life.” She laughed. “He knew, though.”

  “How?”

  Sandy cupped her mouth with her hand to hide a smile. “He gave me an A—when I deserved a D.”

  “Are you joking?”

  “I’m not.” She took a big gulp of wine. “Mom said a man called and asked for me shortly after I graduated and deep down I feel it must’ve been Mr. Fogleman.”

  “What makes you think that?” Susannah noticed that the others had leaned forward, listening intently.

  “Mom said it was a rather strange phone call. It almost seemed as if he was happy I wasn’t home.”

  “Whatever happened to Mr. Fogleman?” Lisa wanted to know.

  “He transferred to Spokane High School after that one year in Colville.”

  “You should look him up,” Lisa urged.

  Sandy shook her head. “I’m a happily married woman, or at least I was until tonight.”

  More giggles followed. “Good grief, here we are pining after the missed opportunities of our youth,” Carolyn said.

  “We’re all around fifty and we’re still afraid,” Lisa added.

  Only she wasn’t, Susannah realized. “I don’t know why I didn’t look harder for Jake,” she said, angry with herself.

  “Your dad would’ve had a conniption,” Carolyn reminded her.

  “True, but by then I wouldn’t have cared. I was eighteen and I could stand up to him.”

  “What about now?” Yvette asked. “What would you do if you ran into Jake now?”

  That gave her pause. “I…I don’t know.”

  “I know,” Carolyn insisted. “I’d march right up to him and ask why he stopped writing to you!”

  Susannah laughed with her friends, but she had to wonder what she’d do if she did meet Jake again after all these years.

  CHAPTER 13

  Susannah arrived home from Carolyn’s house at close to midnight. The evening had given her exactly the infusion of energy she needed. The discontent she’d been feeling for months was affecting her marriage—and that might be one of the reasons she’d started to dream about Jake.

  Susannah sincerely hoped this time apart would revive her relationship with her husband. But right now, pleasantly tired and with her spirits high, she didn’t want to think about her mother or Joe or anything else. She unlocked the front door and stepped into the dark house. Even before she turned on the light, she froze, instinct taking over. Flipping the switch, she quickly surveyed the room. Someone had been in the house. The first thing she noticed was that the pillows on the sofa weren’t the way they’d been left. Her mother had always propped them against the sofa’s arms. Before she’d gone to Carolyn’s, Susannah had moved them to the top of the sofa. Both were back where her mother used to keep them.

  She felt the same eerie sensation she’d experienced the day she discovered Doug’s high school track ribbons were missing. With absolute certainty, Susannah knew that once again someone had been inside the house. Every cell in her body relayed that message.

  Susannah remained motionless, studying the immediate area for additional signs of an intruder. Her relaxed mood evaporated as her senses went on high alert. Her ears strained for any sound, but she heard nothing.

  Other than the sofa pillows, nothing appeared to be out of place. Perhaps she was being unnecessarily suspicious or overdramatic, but she distinctly remembered moving those pillows. It’d been a small act of defiance, foolish really. And yet it provided evidence that there’d been an intruder. While Susannah was with Carolyn and her friends, reminiscing and sipping wine, a stranger had entered the house. Another thought suddenly occurred to her.

  Whoever it was might still be inside.

  The faintest of sounds—the creak of a floorboard—came from the direction of the hallway. Susannah’s heart began a staccato beat that slammed against her chest. Her mouth went instantly dry.

  Whoever had broken into the house was still there.

  Hands shaking almost uncontrollably, she searched her purse for her cell phone and nearly groaned aloud when she remembered she’d kept it in the car to recharge the battery.

  Before she could decide on the best course of action, the bedroom door opened.

  Terror gripped her. Dashing to the door, Susannah had her hand on the knob, ready to bolt, when a sleepy voice called out from behind her.

  “Mom?”

  Susannah whirled around. “Chrissie?”

  It was her daughter!

  “Where were you?” Chrissie rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

  Susannah hurried over to hug her daughter but had more than a few questions herself. “What are you doing here?”

  “I came to help you with Grandma,” her daughter said, covering her mouth in an attempt to hold back a wide yawn. “What time is it, anyway?”

  “Midnight.”

  “Where were you so long?”

  “With friends.” Setting down her purse, Sus
annah walked into the kitchen and turned on the light. The message signal on the answering machine was flashing. “I think we both need to sit down and talk about this.”

  “I tried to let you know I was coming,” Chrissie said.

  The flashing light was proof enough of that.

  “You didn’t answer your cell phone, either.”

  “It’s charging in the car.”

  “You didn’t even look at the phone when you got in?”

  Susannah shook her head. It hadn’t occurred to her to check. Since she’d spoken to Joe earlier in the day, she hadn’t expected to hear from him again.

  “How’d you get to Colville, anyway?” Susannah had one car, Joe another and Brian drove a clunker to and from work.

  Chrissie’s smile wasn’t as confident now. “Carley Lyons phoned this morning and said she was driving to Spokane. I figured if I was that close, there had to be a way to Colville. Carley said I could get a ride with her if I paid half the gas and I did.”

  “Then how did you get from Spokane to Colville?” Susannah had a feeling she wasn’t going to like the answer.

  Chrissie’s shoulders heaved. “It wasn’t easy. Carley dropped me off at the bus depot. There are some really creepy-looking people there, you know. Besides, the next bus to Colville wasn’t until the weekend.”

  Susannah nodded, waiting for the rest of the story.

  “Then I thought of John Mussetter. He moved to Spokane a little while ago. You remember him, don’t you? Really, how many Mussetters could there be in the phone book? I called him and he said he’d drive me to Colville if I paid for his gas and time. I agreed to give him all the money I had with me, which wasn’t as much as he wanted, so I told him you’d pay him the rest and then you weren’t here, so I owe him fifty dollars.”

  The story just got worse. Susannah resisted the urge to scold her daughter. She had other concerns. “How’d you get into the house?” After that episode with Doug’s missing ribbons, Susannah never left without double-checking the doors and windows.

  Chrissie grinned. “I know where Grandma hides the spare key in case anyone needs to get in.”