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Emily beamed. “That’s a good sign.”
Briefly, Tyne returned her smile. “Yes, it really is. I told him that you and Rachael were staying at the Tournquist’s and how excited Rachael was about living in a mansion.” She looked down at her hands clasped together in her lap. “But he hasn’t yet mentioned the farm; that worries me a little.”
Her mother reached over and patted her hands. “That will come, Tyne.”
Tyne looked at her mother’s face. “Come to think of it, I’ve hardly mentioned it either since you got here. I haven’t asked how Jeremy and Morley’s dad are managing.”
Emily’s eyes twinkled. “They’re doing wonderfully well, apparently, especially since they’ve had extra help.”
Tyne raised her eyebrows. “Extra help?”
“Good help too, Jeremy tells me. Your dad has been going out to the farm every weekend, and sometimes in the evenings if he can manage it. He’s been milking cows, and feeding the animals and even cleaning out the stalls.”
Tyne stared as if the words her mother spoke were beyond her understanding.
“Oh yes,” Emily continued. “He’s having the time of his life. I’ve never seen him so happy.”
Tyne brushed her hand over her suddenly moist cheeks. “God is good,” she murmured.
“Indeed he is, Tyne, indeed he is.”
Later that day, Arthur Tournquist came to the hospital to take Tyne’s mother and Rachael back home with him. His wife Elizabeth came with him. She appeared at the door of the waiting room just as Tyne was leaving to return to Morley’s bedside. For several seconds, during which she later thought she probably disgraced herself, Tyne simply stood and stared at the woman whom she had not seen since leaving her home under a dark cloud almost three years earlier.
When Tyne recovered her composure, she saw a tentative smile on…
