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\"\"<\/a>It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/strong><\/span> book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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Today’s Wild Card authors are:<\/strong><\/div>\n

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Mindy Starns Clark<\/a><\/span><\/strong>and<\/strong><\/p>\n

John Campbell Clark<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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Echoes of Titanic<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Harvest House Publishers (March 1, 2012)<\/span><\/div>\n
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***Special thanks to Karri James Harvest House Publishers of for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n

ABOUT THE AUTHORS:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
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Mindy Starns Clark is the author of many books (more than 450,000 copies sold), which include A Pocket Guide to Amish Life, Shadows of Lancaster County, Whispers of the Bayou, and The Amish Midwife. In addition, Mindy is a popular inspirational speaker and playwright.<\/p>\n

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John Campbell Clark is an attorney and CPA who works in the Christian nonprofit field. Married to Mindy Starns Clark, he has served as her brainstorming partner, research facilitator, and first reader for many years. A lifelong Titanic buff, he is pleased to be coauthoring with her now. John and Mindy live with their two daughters near Valley Forge, Pennsylvania.<\/p>\n

Visit the authors’ website<\/a>.
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Kelsey Tate comes from sturdy stock. Her great-grandmother Adele endured the sinking of Titanic and made it safely to America, where she not only survived but thrived. Generations later, Kelsey works for the firm Adele founded nearly 100 years ago.
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\nNow facing a hostile takeover, the firm\u2019s origins are challenged when new facts emerge about Adele\u2019s actions on the night Titanic sank. Kelsey tries to defend the company and the great-grandmother she has long admired, but the stakes are raised when Kelsey\u2019s boss is murdered and her own life threatened. Forced to seek help from Cole Thornton, a man Kelsey once loved\u2014and lost, thanks to her success-at-all-costs mentality\u2014she pursues mysteries both past and present. Aided by Cole and strengthened by the faith she\u2019d all but forgotten in her climb up the corporate ladder, Kelsey races the clock to defend her family legacy, her livelihood, and ultimately her life.<\/p>\n

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Product Details:<\/strong>
\nList Price: $14.99
\nPaperback: 400 pages
\nPublisher: Harvest House Publishers (March 1, 2012)
\nLanguage: English
\nISBN-10: 0736929460
\nISBN-13: 978-0736929462<\/p>\n

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AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong>
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Lower Manhattan, New York<\/span>
\nApril 3, 2012<\/span><\/div>\n
K<\/span>elsey Tate glanced at the clock and then at the stack of files on her<\/span>desk. It was three p.m., which meant she had thirty minutes before she\u2019d need to start getting ready for the ceremony. She knew she should use that time to work on risk assessments, but something told her she\u2019d be better off getting some fresh air and clearing her head. The assessments she could do later that evening, once the big event was over. For now, she wanted to run through her speech and somehow find focus. Today had been a busy day at the office, and at the moment all she felt was scattered.<\/span><\/div>\n
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she made the decision. Air. Ceremony. Work. In that order.<\/span><\/div>\n
She locked the files away, straightened her desk, and grabbed her Bluetooth headset for cover. The only way she\u2019d get out of here without being pulled into half a dozen conversations en route to the elevator was to clip the device over her ear and pretend she was on an important call as she went. She loved her front office and the view it afforded her of the busy Manhattan streets below, but sometimes it was a pain having to run the gauntlet of a conference room, an administrative assistant area, and three other executive offices just to get away.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIs there something proprietary about this?\u201d she asked aloud as she stepped into the hall and pulled the door shut behind her. \u201cBecause otherwise, I\u2019m afraid it\u2019s just a little too early to buy in. At this point, there\u2019s simply not enough data.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Pausing at the desk of Sharon, her executive assistant\u2014or \u201cEA,\u201d as she liked to be called\u2014Kelsey told the nonexistent person on the other end of the line to hold on and then said in a low voice, \u201cI\u2019m running out for a few, but I\u2019ll be back by three thirty if anybody needs me.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGot it, Chief,\u201d Sharon replied with a brisk nod, her auburn, precision-cut bob swinging loosely around her face.<\/span><\/div>\n
So far, so good. Continuing on toward the elevator, Kelsey spotted one of her more talkative coworkers coming up the hall, so before he could speak, she gave him a quick smile and continued with her faux telephone conversation.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cLook, we can\u2019t justify a buy-in of that size. You know as well as I do that you\u2019re estimating the value too high. A million and a half for ten percent is ridiculous.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The coworker smiled in return and continued past her in the hall.<\/span><\/div>\n
She finally made it to the elevator, pushed the down button, and punctuated her wait with several well-timed brief utterances. \u201cReally?\u2026With that price earnings ratio?\u2026I don\u2019t know, I\u2019m not sure about that\u2026How much?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Finally, the bell dinged and the doors opened to reveal an empty elevator. She stepped inside with relief and removed the device from her ear as soon as the doors whisked shut again. She hated to admit it, but her nerves were more rattled today than she had anticipated, though she wasn\u2019t sure why. The announcement she\u2019d be making at the ceremony was an important one, yes, and something she\u2019d been working toward for a long time. But she was no stranger to the podium. She had no fear of public speaking.<\/span><\/div>\n
It was a more general, vague apprehension she was feeling, almost a foreboding about today\u2019s impending event, though she couldn\u2019t imagine why. Regardless, Kelsey had these thirty minutes to pull herself together somehow. Then she would return, get ready to go on, do her part, and be done with it.<\/span><\/div>\n
If only the new public relations consultants hadn\u2019t insisted on combining the two separate announcements into one big celebration,<\/span> she thought as she reached the lobby and walked briskly toward the front door. Though she usually stopped to chat with her friend Ephraim, the building\u2019s head of security, she moved on past with just a glance and a wave toward the front desk. Once she was outside, she exhaled slowly, grateful for the warm spring sunshine. Weather in April in New York City could go either way, but today was warm and dry, thankfully, with just a hint of a breeze.<\/span><\/div>\n
Turning right, Kelsey merged into the foot traffic moving down the wide sidewalk toward Battery Park. On the way, she thought about the important part of today\u2019s ceremony, the announcement of a brand-new scholarship program to be funded by her late great-grandmother\u2019s foundation. Adele Tate had survived<\/span>Titanic<\/span> and gone on to become a successful businesswoman in an era when women in business were practically unheard of. In her later years, she had created the foundation with the express purpose of empowering other women in business. This new program Kelsey would be announcing today was a perfect fit and would provide up to ten scholarships per year to outstanding young females majoring in business-related fields of study.<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey had been pushing for this for a long time, but it wasn\u2019t until <\/span>recently, when her family\u2019s firm, Brennan & Tate, had begun taking steps to improve their public relations, that the board was even willing to consider it. The fact that, in the end, the scholarship decision had come down to a PR move rather than any actual altruism didn\u2019t bother her. She figured as long as the money was given out to deserving recipients, the end result was the same, regardless of motive.<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey ran through her speech as she continued down the sidewalk and was pleased to get through the entire thing without once having to refer to the notes in her pocket that listed her key points. When she finally reached the corner at Number One Broadway, she looked ahead longingly at Battery Park, a fixture of the city for several hundred years and the perfect greenery-filled end cap to the island of Manhattan. More than anything, she wanted to make her way across the street and into the park to seek out one of her favorite spots in all of New York: the old family memorial stone that honored her two relatives who had perished on <\/span>Titanic<\/span>. Kelsey loved to visit the memorial, as it always left her feeling connected somehow to her many family members, both living and dead.<\/span><\/div>\n
But there was no time for that now. Instead, she turned left, and once the light changed she moved with the crowd across Broadway to the triangular-shaped area on the other side known as Bowling Green. At the foot of the triangle was a sprinkling of vendors, and she took a moment to buy a bottle of water from a pretzel cart. Continuing onward, she tried some deep breathing exercises as she angled across the wide base of the triangle to tiny Bowling Green Park, another of her favorite places to go when she needed a quick breather during the workday. She loved the symmetry of the place and convergence of shapes: a circular fountain inside an oval park on a triangular piece of land. This was a little oasis of greenery in a landscape of cement, its current focal point a ring of vivid red tulips surrounding the fountain.<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey wanted to sit for a while on one of the benches that lined the walkway and take it all in, but she knew she needed to keep moving. At the very least, she slowed her pace and sipped her water and forced herself to get down to what was really bothering her: the other purpose of today\u2019s event, the part she wasn\u2019t exactly jumping up and down about.<\/span><\/div>\n
To be sure, she appreciated the honor that was about to be bestowed upon her, and she was proud of having reached this new level of achievement in her career. The problem wasn\u2019t the award itself but the big public fuss that was being made over it. Others had earned membership in Brennan & Tate\u2019s \u201cQuarter Club\u201d in the past, and the most they had received was a handshake and a little plaque.<\/span><\/div>\n
She, on the other hand, was about to be trooped out front and center in what the PR firm was practically turning into a circus. Between the handwritten invitations and the catered munchies, they were going all out to promote something that should have happened far more quietly. The best Kelsey could do, she supposed, was to grin and bear it\u2013\u2013and try as hard as she could to keep the focus on Adele and the foundation and the new scholarship program. The more publicity for that, the better.<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey let out a deep sigh as she continued through the park. This was the price she paid for being not just an account associate in the company\u2019s corporate finance division but an account associate in the corporate finance division who also just happened to be the great-great-granddaughter of the company\u2019s founder and the daughter of its reigning president. If there was such a thing as reverse nepotism, she thought, she was living it now. She\u2019d never expected her professional path to be made easier because of family connections, but she also hadn\u2019t realized how much harder she\u2019d have to work because of them.<\/span><\/div>\n
At least she had her mentor and business-savvy friend Gloria to guide her through this current maze of public relations troubleshooting. But she\u2019d be glad when this flurry of promotions was finally over and she could get back to business as usual. She loved what she did\u2014and she was very good at it\u2014but lately she\u2019d spent more time authorizing interviews than she had authorizing investments.<\/span><\/div>\n
Looking upward, Kelsey watched as a copter lifted off from the heliport at the water\u2019s edge, probably taking some important executive to a business meeting. She picked up the pace, exiting the park at the northern end and making her way around a group of chattering tourists who were taking turns posing for photos beside the bronze bull, a statue that had become synonymous with Wall Street and the stock market. Crossing back to her side of the road, she retraced her steps to the office building, allowing herself to take in the sights and sounds and smells of the city that was always so utterly alive and invigorating: car horns blaring the ever-present soundtrack of New York, the doughy smell of pretzels warming in a vendor\u2019s cart, businesswomen on their way to appointments in thousand-dollar suits and Uggs, their designer heels tucked inside briefcases for when they reached their destinations.<\/span><\/div>\n
About twenty feet from her building, Kelsey spied a catering truck idling out in front and stopped short. From what she could see, Ephraim was holding open the door as a trio of uniformed workers dashed in carrying trays of food. Feeling a vague stir of nausea at the spectacle to come, she ducked into an alley on her left and made her way around to the back side of the building.<\/span><\/div>\n
At the rear entrance, a solid metal door with a keypad above the knob, Kelsey typed in her security code, listened for the click, and stepped inside. Coming in this way, she\u2019d have to take the stairs rather than the elevator, but she didn\u2019t care. Right now she just couldn\u2019t face the lobby and the excited chaos of the event that was being pulled together in her honor.<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey\u2019s office was on the fourth floor, but she continued up the back stairs to the fifth without stopping. Once there, she again had to type in her security code, and then that interior door unlocked with a soft click. The fifth floor back entrance opened into the executive conference room, but it didn\u2019t occur to Kelsey until she was swinging the door wide that she might be interrupting some sort of meeting. Fortunately, however, she wasn\u2019t. The room was empty.<\/span><\/div>\n
Stepping inside as the door to the stairwell fell shut behind her, Kelsey paused, relishing in the peace and quiet of the empty space. The fresh air had done her good, but the busyness of the streets had managed to stir up the busyness in her soul. She still felt disquieted, unsettled.<\/span><\/div>\n
Apprehensive.<\/span><\/div>\n
Ignoring those feelings, Kelsey glanced around, trying to remember if there was a phone in here as there was in the conference room on the fourth floor. Sure enough, she spotted it on the back wall, mounted between the audio\/video cabinet and the broad space where the projection screen hung when it was in use. Lifting the receiver, Kelsey dialed the extension for her EA and told her she was back in the building but would be upstairs with Gloria until it was time for the big event. Sharon read off several messages that had come in while she was gone, none of them urgent, and then said there was one more thing.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d Kelsey looked around the room for a clock, hoping her assistant wouldn\u2019t take much longer.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNext time you fake a phone call as you\u2019re leaving,\u201d Sharon said with a chuckle, \u201cmake sure you actually bring your cell phone with you.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Quickly, Kelsey patted her pockets, her face burning with heat when all she came up with was the headset.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cBusted,\u201d was the best she could say, and then they both laughed. \u201cSo who else knows?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cJust me. I was putting some files on your desk when I heard a ringtone coming from a drawer. I found your phone in your purse and put it on mute. Hope that was okay.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOf course. I appreciate it,\u201d Kelsey said, grateful for the quick thinking\u2014and discretion\u2014of her faithful assistant. \u201cWould you do me another favor and lock up my office before you head down to the ceremony?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo problem, Chief.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
They ended the call, and Kelsey decided that before she went to talk to Gloria she would take a few minutes to fix herself up for the ceremony. Hoping to avoid having to go downstairs to her office, she decided to pay a visit to the executive washroom instead, where she knew all sorts of necessities could be found.<\/span><\/div>\n
Slipping from the conference room into the main hall, Kelsey walked toward the front of the building. Though she had to go past a reception area and several offices along the way, she made it to the primary executive suite without having to pause and chat with anyone. Fortunately, the door to the CEO\u2019s office on her left was closed, and the EA that worked for the upper echelon, the exotically lovely Yanni, was busy talking on the phone and simply waved Kelsey on through to the right. With a smile and a nod, she turned and continued down the hallway, past the closed door of Gloria\u2019s office, to the executive washroom.<\/span><\/div>\n
As expected, inside were baskets of toiletries on the wide marble counter. She washed her hands and then helped herself to an individually wrapped toothbrush and a tiny, disposable packet of toothpaste. After brushing her teeth, she unwrapped a fresh comb and ran it through her hair, trying to neaten up the windblown look she\u2019d earned from her walk outside. She followed that with a shot of hairspray, a little dab of face powder, and some lip gloss for the cameras\u2019 sake, and then she stepped back, smoothed out her clothes, and studied the full effect in the mirror.<\/span><\/div>\n
Whenever Kelsey looked at herself, the word that came to mind was \u201cIrish\u201d\u2014not the red-headed, pale-skinned, green-eyed variety that most folks thought were the norm. Instead, she and her family sported a look far more common among the Irish: dark hair, even-toned skin, blue eyes.<\/span><\/div>\n
Taking a cue from her mentor Gloria\u2014and from her great-grandmother Adele, for that matter\u2014Kelsey always bought the nicest clothes she could afford, knowing they were a business investment of sorts. Today she was sporting a new Hugo Boss suit in a soft gray pinstripe, accented with a red silk blouse and a pair of red Gaetano Perrone shoes. On her lapel was her <\/span>favorite piece of jewelry, a hat pin she\u2019d inherited from her great-grand<\/span>mother and often wore as a stickpin instead. Purchased in London the day before Adele and her cousin and uncle set sail for America on <\/span>Titanic<\/span>, the top of the hat pin was in the shape of a tiny Irish harp, a lovely reminder of their homeland.<\/span><\/div>\n
The overall look Kelsey always strived for was class, competence, and understated elegance. Examining her image in the mirror now, she felt that today\u2019s outfit had really hit the mark. Her layered, shoulder-length brown hair nicely framed her face, and the touch of makeup emphasized her lips and gave a smooth, matte finish to her skin.<\/span><\/div>\n
Now all she had to do, she decided, was to get through the big event. In the end, though she wasn\u2019t looking forward to it at all, at least the new scholarship program made this trouble worthwhile.<\/span><\/div>\n
Gloria\u2019s door was still closed, so Kelsey knocked first and then cracked it open, peeking through to see if her friend was in there by herself or if she had company. Fortunately, she was alone, and though she looked quite startled for a moment, she invited Kelsey in.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWell, if it isn\u2019t the woman of the hour,\u201d Gloria said. Papers were spread across her desk, but she quickly shoved them into a single file folder and slipped it in a drawer. \u201cYou look gorgeous. Is that a new suit?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Grinning, Kelsey slowly turned in a full circle. \u201cGotta look good in the photos. It\u2019s all about playing the game, right?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve taught you well, my dear.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey took her usual seat in one of the two leather chairs facing the desk\u2014a move she\u2019d done countless times before. Yet as she settled in, she detected an odd expression on the older woman\u2019s face, as if she were more nervous and apprehensive than Kelsey herself. Worse, in fact. Though Gloria could usually be found looking perfectly polished, at the moment she was anything but, with dark circles under her eyes, rumpled clothing, and not a speck of makeup on.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAre you okay?\u201d Kelsey asked. She didn\u2019t want to be rude, but clearly something was wrong. \u201cYou\u2019re not sick, are you?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cJust tired. I worked later than I should have last night. You know how it is.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Gloria obviously didn\u2019t want to talk about it, so Kelsey simply nodded and changed the subject, asking about the order of events for the ceremony. Gloria spelled things out, describing what sounded like a two-person show featuring Kelsey and the company\u2019s CEO, Walter Hallerman.<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey scrunched up her face in dismay. \u201cWhat about a board member or two? And don\u2019t we want to include somebody from the foundation?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cStop trying to deflect, Kels. You know as well as I do that this is all about you. That\u2019s the whole point.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Miserably, Kelsey slumped in her chair. \u201cThis is getting so old.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Gloria pulled off her glasses and nervously cleaned them<\/span> with the corner of her blouse. <\/span>\u201cHopefully, it won\u2019t be for much longer.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Both women knew Kelsey really had no choice\u2014both for her family\u2019s sake and for the sake of the corporation. According to management, after Nolan Tate, Kelsey\u2019s father and the firm\u2019s leader, suffered a stroke last year, the company\u2019s value had taken a serious nosedive and now they needed to show that someone else would be carrying on the Tate name, someone who possessed the same sharp gut instincts and business acumen for which <\/span>the Tates had long been known. As Kelsey was the only other family member who currently worked here, she\u2019d become the logical choice by<\/span> default.<\/span><\/div>\n
It was a heavy weight to bear, one that was feeling heavier all the time. She was happy to carry on the family legacy and didn\u2019t mind doing her part to bolster the company\u2019s image, but she was getting awfully tired of being the center of attention. Last week had been a feature article in the <\/span>New York Times<\/span> magazine section about the \u201cup-and-comer with the Midas touch.\u201d Prior to that, her name and face had been splashed across countless other newspapers and magazines, and she\u2019d even appeared on a few local television and radio interview shows. Now she was about to go through this ridiculous ceremony, all for the sake of reassuring the public that even though Nolan Tate might be sidelined for now, another, just-as-capable Tate was ready to step up and prove that the family gift for investing was alive and well.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI hope you\u2019re right,\u201d she said tiredly. \u201cI don\u2019t think I can stand much more.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
An odd look appeared on Gloria\u2019s face, and Kelsey thought she was about to say something important. But then, after a moment, she simply cleared her throat and asked if Kelsey needed any last-minute help polishing her speech.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo, thanks. It\u2019s fine. But what were you thinking, just now? I can tell there\u2019s something on your mind today.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The older woman\u2019s cheeks flushed. \u201cIt\u2019s not important. I was\u2026I was going to tell you not to worry, that the end is in sight. Maybe sooner than you think.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Gloria shrugged and looked away, her fingers nervously taking off her glasses, cleaning them again, and putting them back on. Before she replied, the phone on the desk buzzed, startling her so much she practically fell out of her chair.<\/span><\/div>\n
Face flushing, Gloria resettled herself in her seat and pushed the button for the speaker. Out came the voice of Walter, their CEO.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI just got downstairs and don\u2019t see Kelsey. Have you talked to her?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s here with me now.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGood. Tell her to hurry up and get down here. We\u2019ll be starting in ten minutes.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo problem.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHave her take the stairs and use the side door to go backstage. She can wait there until I finish my introduction.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWill do.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
With a click he was gone.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou heard the man,\u201d Gloria said, suddenly using her brightest pep talk voice, though it sounded strained and on edge. She rose, walked to the door, and stood there holding it open. \u201cIt\u2019s showtime, kid. You\u2019d better get downstairs. Break a leg, or whatever it is they say.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey stood, feeling oddly dismissed. \u201cAren\u2019t you coming with me?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2026uh\u2026I\u2019ll slip in the back later.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cBut I thought we could go down together.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so,\u201d Gloria responded without further explanation.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cListen, are you <\/span>sure<\/span> you\u2019re all right?\u201d Kelsey pressed, moving closer.<\/span><\/div>\n
The woman wouldn\u2019t meet her gaze, though after a moment, much to Kelsey\u2019s surprise, her eyes filled with tears. Cooing sympathetically, Kelsey pulled a clean tissue from her pocket and handed it over, asking again what was wrong, if Gloria wanted to talk about it.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIs it something with work?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Gloria didn\u2019t reply.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cMaybe something personal? A problem with you and Vern, perhaps?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Even though Gloria\u2019s marriage wasn\u2019t exactly known to be warm and fuzzy, she seemed surprised at the thought. Shaking her head, she blew her nose and said, \u201cIt\u2019s\u2026I\u2026\u201d Her voice trailed off as she dabbed at her tears. Then she took a deep breath and slowly let it out.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019m so sorry,\u201d she said, looking down at the floor and speaking in a soft voice. \u201cHave you ever done something bad out of good intentions?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey was surprised. What an odd question for an ethical, no-nonsense woman like Gloria to ask.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou mean, the \u2018end justifies the means\u2019?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Gloria nodded. \u201cExactly.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cProbably,\u201d Kelsey replied, studying her friend\u2019s face. \u201cOne time when I was a kid, my mother wouldn\u2019t buy me the mini marshmallows I wanted from the grocery store, so while she was busy at the checkout, I went back and got a bag off the shelf, tore it open, and started eating them anyway. I figured that once they were open she\u2019d have no choice but to buy them. Of course, I didn\u2019t count on her making me pay her back out of my allowance\u2014and then she didn\u2019t even let me have the rest of the marshmallows.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Both women smiled, but fresh tears filled Gloria\u2019s eyes. \u201cIf only this were that simple.\u201d She blinked, sending twin tracks of wetness down her cheeks.<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey felt terrible for the poor thing, but she still didn\u2019t have a clue as to what any of this was about. Of all the people in this office, Gloria was the very last person she\u2019d ever expect to talk this way, much less to stand in an open doorway and <\/span>cry<\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n
Suddenly, before Kelsey could even think of how to reply, Gloria gripped her by both arms and spoke in an urgent whisper.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to go down there, you know,\u201d she hissed. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to do this at all. You could walk right out the back door and go home, and I could tell Walter you weren\u2019t feeling well and had to leave.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey was dumbfounded. What on <\/span>earth<\/span> was Gloria talking about?<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhy would I do that? It\u2019s just a stupid ceremony. I\u2019ll get through it, no big deal.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Just as suddenly, Gloria let go of her arms, stepped back, and placed both hands over her eyes. \u201cWhat am I saying? Don\u2019t listen to me. I\u2019m not myself today at all.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Kelsey stood there amidst her friend\u2019s meltdown, thinking,<\/span> You can say that again. <\/span>She wondered if perhaps Gloria had been drinking or something. She didn\u2019t smell alcohol on her breath, but she certainly was acting strange\u2014stranger than Kelsey could ever have imagined.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cEnough of this,\u201d Gloria said finally, taking her hands from her face and giving Kelsey a broad, forced smile. \u201cAre you ready to go? Because your time\u2019s up. Come on, Tater Tot. Forget what I said earlier. I\u2019ll walk you down myself.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
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