Peace of Mind
Copyright© 2021 by DB86
Chapter 24
Landon woke up the next morning after a rare good night’s sleep. The sun streamed through the window. Scout burrowed next to him and raised his head the instant he stirred.
Landon scratched the dog’s ears. Why had he been so reluctant to own a dog?
He stretched out. Yesterday’s meeting with Marcus had been good. A huge success.
“Okay, Scout,” he said. “We should get moving. We have things to do today. First a shower,” he added, as Scout’s ears went up.
Landon was still surprised at the ease of his conversation with Marcus. After what had been hinted and said about him, he’d expected an ogre, but he had enjoyed his time with him, with his direct questions. He had suspected he was testing him, and somehow he had passed. In any event, he was looking forward to talking to him again.
He thought about writing out some questions for their second meeting but he decided against it immediately. He would have to wing it.
He padded to the kitchen to make coffee. It was still dawning outside, but in his mind, he was still raking through the events of the last day. He wrapped a blanket around himself and took the coffee to the porch. Mornings were cold, but he didn’t want to stay within four walls where he felt trapped.
His thoughts went back to Grace. He wondered if she would be still sleeping or making breakfast. If she was awake she was probably restless. She never seemed to stay still.
He went inside and helped himself to another cup of coffee. Scout looked hopefully at the front door. “Shower first,” Landon said, “then we’ll take a walk to town.” Scout’s tail wagged eagerly.
They walked past the community center. Not open yet. There was no one in the town square either. A few vehicles were driving through town. There were some cars and trucks parked in front of city hall.
Landon walked by Grace’s real estate office. The lights were off. He passed the church and stopped to read the historical marker in front: Founded by Fergus Carter, 1862.
He looked at the church. It was a pretty white building with a tall steeple and bell. The architecture was simple with clean lines. It did not look like 1862.
The doors were open and, on a whim, he decided to go inside. An older, nice-looking man approached him. He held out his hand. “I’m Reverend Joseph Sheppard, the pastor here. Welcome. What can I do for you?”
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