Corrie’s Jeep sat in front of her house when I pulled up a few hours later. The retreat began at seven, and I had just enough time to tell her I would be leaving so there was no need for her to show up to help out at the camp, in case she had any intention of doing so after two days of silence. I couldn’t leave for another day and a half without at least seeing her, hearing her voice, knowing she was okay.
Lola answered the back door. “Eli. How’ve you been?”
“I’ve been fine.”
She stepped aside and welcomed me in. “It’s good to see you.”
“Thanks, it’s good to see you too.” I tried not to be too obvious about looking for Corrie as we walked down the hallway, past the kitchen. “I’m going to a retreat this weekend, but I was hoping to see Corrie before I go.”
As if on cue, Corrie appeared at the living room door. “Hey, Eli,” she said. Her smile seemed genuine enough, but there was a hesitance in her eyes that gave me pause.
“Is that for us?” Lola asked, pointing at the watermelon. I nodded and handed it to her. “It’s a re-gift.” A sheepish grin tugged at my mouth, and I felt like a dope for bringing Corrie something so stupid.
“Great,” Lola said. “We love watermelon, don’t we, Corrie?”
Corrie nodded. “Thank you. We’ll put it to good use.”
Lola headed toward the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink, Eli?” she asked in her soft southern tone. “I think we have tea and Coke.”
I shook my head and found it hard to look away from Corrie, whose eyes had never left mine. “No thanks, I have to get on the road. I can’t stay.”
Corrie’s eyebrows rose. “Going somewhere?”
“Branson, for a men’s retreat.”
“Oh. Sounds like fun.”
“Should be.” Being at a loss for words wasn’t typical for me, and I found it extremely disconcerting. She stared at me, as though waiting for me to get on with it and get out.
“I just wanted to check on you before I go. It’s been a couple of days, so …”
“I know. I’m sorry I haven’t called.”
The tension in the room was palpable. I wanted to go back outside and do this better—I’d leave the watermelon in the truck, for starters.
“I’ll be gone until Sunday, so …”
“Everyone needs to get away every now and then.”
The awkwardness was crazy considering how well we’d come to know each other. And as much as I tried to convince myself that I was only there to say good-bye, I had a much more important reason, and I couldn’t leave without telling her.
“Listen, Corrie,” I said. “I heard about—”
“I knew that’s why you showed up.” She glared at me and flounced to the couch. “Feel free to sit down, but I can’t handle a lecture, Eli. Today’s been hard enough already.” She dropped onto the couch. She grabbed a couch pillow and clung to it. I knew enough about psychology from my seminary course work to recognize a defense mechanism. Stung, I sat in the rocking chair, trying not to be hurt that she needed to protect herself from me. “I have no intention of lecturing you. I just want to make sure you’re fine.”
“Well, I am, except for the fact that I freaked out and passed up a chance to hear from Jarrod.”
Leaning forward in the chair, I rested my forearms against my thighs and met her gaze. The last thing I wanted to do was lecture her. But how could I express my concern over her unwillingness to hear the truth?
“You’re not going to tell me that the things I’ve been experiencing haven’t been Jarrod, are you?” Her tone was defensive, but she seemed small and vulnerable.
“Do you truly believe they are?”
“I honestly think they could be. He told me he was glad to see I hadn’t had anything else to drink since that night on the swing. How could that not be Jarrod? I haven’t told anyone, and I don’t think you have.”
I shook my head. “Not even my mom.”
“See?” Her eyes pleaded with me to say it was okay that she was welcoming a demon to stay and play house with her. But I knew better, and I didn’t think she would be so conflicted unless she knew better too.
“At the risk of sounding like a nag, let me just help you put things in perspective. Don’t you think any spirit, whether or not it was Jarrod, would have seen you on that swing? They’re liars and deceivers, and this one is presenting itself in the form of your husband so you’ll let it stay and interact with it. It’s amusing itself at your expense.”
She shook her head. “There were so many things we missed out on because he was gone so much, so maybe he came back to make it up to me. That’s the kind of guy he was.”
Frustration welled up inside me, and if this had been anyone but Corrie, I would have given her a good piece of my mind. “You don’t have to tell me what kind of guy he was, Corrie.”
“Yes, but you didn’t know him the way a wife knows her husband.”
“No, that’s a given.” But she didn’t know him as I knew him either.
“Well, then?”
“It’s not him. That’s all I can say. We experienced that demon all through my growing-up years. After my grandfather’s death, it would lie on the bed with Granny. She felt the impression on his side of the bed. She felt his hand on her hip. Why would Aunt Trudy feel so much energy from Jarrod in a room you barely go into?”
“I don’t know!”
Her beautiful blue eyes filled, and my heart twisted inside my chest. “Corrie, I’m not trying to take something from you, but this can only end badly. I don’t want you to end up getting hurt. And Corrie, neither would Jarrod.”
“Jarrod wouldn’t hurt me.” Anger replaced the pleading in her eyes. “You’re supposed to be my friend. Jarrod’s so-called best friend. Why are you trying to keep us apart? Are you jealous or something? If that’s it, you don’t have to worry. I think we scared him off.” Her voice broke. “He hasn’t shown up since the reading yesterday.”
“Well, I can’t say I believe that’s a bad thing, Corrie.”
“Right. Because you don’t want him in my life.”
There was no getting through to her right now. Only God could show her the truth. The helplessness I felt ripped into me like the stab of a hundred knives as we sat in the living room, staring at one another on opposite sides of a battlefield.
I watched out the window as Eli drove away. I felt like crying. I had hurt him with my outburst, and that was the last thing I’d ever wanted to do. When Lola came back into the room, I had slipped on my shoes and was headed for the door. “Hey,” she said. “Where’re you going?”
“For a walk.”
“Want me to come with you?”
I shook my head. “I need to think.” Mainly I needed to get out of that house. I hadn’t been able to bring myself to climb those steps and take a chance on a repeat of my frightening experience since Aunt Trudy and the Lancasters had gone. Sam said if I felt fear or distress I should say “Jesus,” but that thought didn’t even occur to me at the time. As I headed toward the bridge, I wondered what might have happened if I had said His name. I approached my place of solitude, anticipating some calm. But then I recognized Ava’s horse, and my stomach sank.
She had looped the reins around one of the posts and sat with her legs dangling, her arms resting on the bottom rail. She turned when she saw me coming. “I’m trespassing,” she said.
I found it hard to be annoyed when she offered such a self-deprecating smile. “It’s okay.” I kicked off my flip-flops and dropped down next to her. “Everyone seems to like to come here.”
“Does that bother you?”
I shook my head. It was true for the most part. Today, though, I would have preferred to be alone.
“You look down in the dumps,” she said. “Most people tell me I’m too nosy, so feel free to suggest I mind my own business, but is this about the reading yesterday morning?”
I shrugged. “Partly. Eli stopped by on his way to his retreat just now. We had words.”
“O-o-oh,” she said. She released a breath. “That’s my fault. I told him how freaked out you got yesterday morning. I guess I should have kept my mouth shut.”
Yeah, probably. Irritation clutched at me, but I’d had enough confrontation today.
“So he really came down hard on you about the reading, I take it?”
“Not really. Sort of. I don’t know.” I rested my chin against my hands on the rail. “I was pretty hateful to him.”
“Is he okay?”
I shrugged. “He drove off. He didn’t seem mad, just hurt.”
Gathering in a deep breath, she turned to me. “Corrie, I’m going to say something, and trust me, it’s not easy.”
Then don’t say it. I thought the words but managed to refrain from speaking them aloud. “What?”
“Eli really cares about you.”
My stomach fluttered. “I care about him too.” I deliberately misunderstood, because this wasn’t a topic I wanted to discuss, particularly with his childhood sweetheart.
“I think you know we aren’t talking about the same kind of caring.”
“Look, Ava. I appreciate that you don’t want to see him hurt.”
“I don’t think you do either.”
I nodded. “That’s where I was going with it. I don’t want to see him hurt. I truly do care about him.”
She paused, and I thought maybe she had taken the cue and dropped it. Rather, she seemed to regroup. “Listen, I know there was something in your house yesterday. And I know you want to believe it was Jarrod.”
“You don’t think it was?”
“Honestly? I have no idea. I’m not a medium like my mother. Not for her lack of trying, mind you.” She gave a wry grin. “At any rate, let’s say it is Jarrod.”
“Okay …”
“He’s not flesh and blood. He can’t be a husband to you. The most he can do is let you know he’s there.” Her expression softened. “There’s a real man standing right in front of you, practically begging you to notice him.”
Her words hit their mark, and I had to look away.
“It’s normal for you to feel guilty for wanting to get on with your life. I don’t think there’s a widow or widower out there who wouldn’t feel exactly the same way.”
“Maybe I don’t want to get on with my life. What if I just want to stay alone in that house with Jarrod forever?”
“If you did, why did you run away yesterday morning instead of letting Jarrod keep talking?”
“I don’t know.” I remembered the feeling of panic I’d experienced, the gray cloud coming toward me, and my heart picked up its rhythm. “It didn’t feel right.”
Ava maneuvered her legs out of the space between the deck and the bottom rung. She stood. “I think you already know in your heart that Eli could be the one for you. If you give him up, just know that you’re making the biggest mistake of your life.”
“Says the girl who already gave him up.”
“Exactly. I have to be going. Mind if I take the road in front of your house so I don’t have to go all the way around?”
“Go ahead, any time you want.”
“I’m going back to St. Louis tomorrow, so this is my last ride for a while.”
“So soon?”
“Yeah, I have to get back.”
I took in the information.
“Well, then I guess whenever you’re home again.”
“Okay, sure. Thanks.”
Her boots thumped across the wood as she walked the few steps to her horse. As I expected, she wasn’t quite finished. “And just for the record, if I could go back and do things differently with Eli, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation,” she said as she climbed into the saddle. “I’d be married to him and would likely have a couple of his babies. So be glad I was an idiot. But try not to make the same mistake.”
I watched the horse walk away, carrying Ava across the bridge. The sun had started to set, and the water below reflected its final rays of the day. I struggled with her words but even more with my feelings. How did I feel about Eli? True, he seemed to get me, maybe even more than Jarrod had, even after seven years of marriage. I laughed a lot with Eli. I had laughed with Jarrod too but not about conversation so much as TV shows and things like that. Outside sources.
I heaved a sigh. It wasn’t fair to compare the two men. I loved Jarrod for who he was, and if I were ever to move on with Eli—if—the relationship would have to be separate from what I felt for Jarrod.
Suddenly I realized I was thinking of my feelings in the past tense. As though I didn’t love him anymore. Everything in me rebelled. I did still love him. I still searched for him.
But he was gone. That thing in the house couldn’t be Jarrod.
The thought came to me as though the very nature around me had spoken. Maybe Jarrod was there, as well as something else, something more sinister. That was possible, wasn’t it? Had the other thing, the evil thing, scared me off so that I couldn’t hear Jarrod?
I pondered the two sides of my confusion for a time, rationalizing on one hand, listening to my heart on the other.
As I walked back to the house a few minutes later, my mind replayed the entire conversation with Ava. She was meddlesome, but she seemed to truly care for Eli and want him to be happy. In a way, it made Jarrod’s hold on me seem almost selfish. I pushed the thought away as fast as it had come. I was his wife. Of course he wouldn’t want to see me with another man, even if that man was Eli.
An image flashed before me, unbidden, from someplace my imagination had never stretched to before. In my mind’s eye, I saw a scene on the wall in Eli’s chow hall. I gasped and stopped short to process it. As I stood there on my little path, surrounded by trees, the ground illuminated by beams of light, the image began to take shape.
I felt a presence, so unlike the things I’d been experiencing at my home. A feeling of hope filled me, maybe even just a twinge of joy, for the first time since Jarrod’s death. I wanted to do something to show Eli how much I appreciated everything he had done for me over the past few weeks, giving up precious time to make sure my home was beautiful.
I grabbed my phone from my jeans pocket and dialed the first person who came to mind.
“Sam,” I said, my feet picking up speed as I envisioned the task before me.
“Corrie, honey,” she said, her tone rife with concern. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes ma’am,” I said, breathless. “I have a surprise for Eli, but it’s going to take the whole time he’s gone to accomplish, and I need to get into his chow hall tonight. Can you help me?”
I could sense her hesitation on the other end of the line. “I have a key, but I’ve promised not to give it out. Can you tell me what you have in mind?”
By the time I explained what I wanted to do, I had reached my house.
“What do you think?” I asked, holding on to my next breath for fear she might turn me down.
Without missing a beat, she gave me her answer. “Come by and get the key.” Her voice shook with emotion. “Honey, Eli does a lot of good for a lot of folks. What you have in mind will be nothing short of a kiss from heaven to him.”