The Only Best Place Read Online Free PDF

benefit of the doubt. I really wanted to be a good person and feel sorry for her. But as I
     watched her clinging to Dan, I felt that although Miss Bilingual had been left behind she had been replaced by another, more
     powerful combatant for my husband's heart.
    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    So Dan is making noises about going to church? So not fair. Tho I figured that would happen once he got back to mommy. She's
     got a hold of him U gotta watch. And the whole finances and Wilma thing? Lee-lee, be afraid. Be very afraid. I don't think
     this woman has met a dollar she couldn't put in a bank account. Speaking of, mine should be out of the red soon. Got a job.
     Not great, but we can't all be brilliant nurses. And hey, I think I have a right to push U back to work. After all, I had a
     part in UR edjumacation, sugar plum. If anyone can prove the Froeses can be productive members of society U are the one. Two
     kids, one husband that UR still married to. :) Give my darling nephew and niece a hug kiss from their
    Adventurous Aunt, Alive and Adorable
    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    The noises about church have become actions. He went this morning and took Anneke with him. I just remind myself to grow accustomed
     to this phase—once we're back in Seattle we get normal back.
    Laconic Leslie
    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    Hey, Josie. You alive? Write to me. Talk to me. Buy a coffee at Starbucks for me.
    Les

Chapter Three
    W hat are you doing?” Dan bent over my shoulder, the scent of hay and warm masculinity teasing my nose. It was a kinder, gentler
     smell than the gagme-in-the-throat odor of oil and gasoline fumes that usually swirled around him after a day of mechanic
     work.
    Farm chores had turned Dan into a kinder, gentler man. Seattle Dan would never have had time for lingering in the kitchen,
     watching me work. Then again Seattle Leslie would not have been frowning over the arrangement of cookies on a plate for company.
    “I'm trying to make these cookies look tastier than they are,” I said.
    “I don't know why you bothered.” Dan slipped his arms around my waist. “My mother and sisters said they'd bring dessert.”
    “Well, I felt duty bound to provide my own temptation.” I sighed as I moved away from him. Much as I wanted to, I didn't have
     time to nuzzle. I had domestic duties to perform and an obligation to bring the family shrine up to VandeKeere specs. Nuzzling
     was on the B list.
    When Dan had come home from church on Sunday, it was to inform me that his mother, Gloria, Gerrit, and their kids were coming
     over on Tuesday to help with the cows. This was said with an expectant look that I could translate only as, “Could they stay
     for supper?” In a moment of insanity I caved in to familial pressure. Then, as if to make my breakdown complete, I invited
     Judy and her family to join us for pizza afterward, as well. This necessitated making a quick run to the grocery store in Harland
     to buy said pizza and, of course, cookies that I didn't have to bake myself.
    Wilma had made her bi-daily visit yesterday with her take-no-prisoners attitude… and a pile of cookbooks. She had helpfully
     folded over the pages that held Dan's favorite recipes. It wasn't like I didn't have cookbooks of my own. It was just that
     I read recipes the way I read science fiction—with skepticism and disbelief that people could even think this stuff up. I
     put the books in an obscure corner of a cupboard and closed the door of self-preservation on them. I may not be in charge
     of the farm checkbook, but I was in charge of this home and this home
bought
cookies.
    “C'mon, be a sport.” Dan rubbed his nose along my neck. “We haven't done this for ages.”
    In Seattle, I worked night shifts so Anneke and Nicholas would spend minimal time in day care. When Dan's business declined,
     he started working extra hours in a futile attempt to save it.