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Story Start Part 4

If you are new to this story, then you will want to start from the beginning. Click here to do so. And please, help me out with a title. I’m afraid I am clueless when it comes to these things. Let me know what you think:

Accidentally stolen ink pens and piles of crumpled receipts marked the distance between the discovery of the finger bone to the present.  Time trickled, dripped, and tripped steadily onward yet Evelyn often found her mind wandering back to the events of that spring day while scrubbing a commode or struggling in and out of her Wellies on the stoops of the drab adobe houses of the Sheltering Arms Retirement Community.

As she left Barbara Goodlin’s house (which was piled with unopened UPS packages containing items ordered from the Home Shopping Network on countless credit cards) and turned to head home, she noticed a large chocolate lab bounding toward her just in time for the great muddy beast to place two huge paws on her shoulders and send her sprawling onto Mrs. Goodlin’s lawn.  Her cleaning supplies launched into the air as if a grenade had gone off in the bottom of the bucket.  Evelyn lay in the wet grass unable to breathe, surrounded by damp rags, toilet brushes, and bottles of cleaning solutions.  The dog, delighted to have found a new friend, lay across her chest and proceeded to lovingly lick her face with a broad pink tongue.


Evelyn could just make out a man’s voice above the panting and slurping.  The dog was suddenly lifted from her chest and hands grasped her shoulders to pull her upright.  The hands belonged to a rather rumpled looking priest complete with a lopsided clerical collar.

“I am so sorry.  Are you alright?  Samson ducked out of his collar and took off.”  The man looked down at her and blushed.  “It appears that he’s done considerable damage to your clothing.”

It was only then that Evelyn became aware of her attire. The dog’s paws had not only covered her in mud but had also torn her blouse.  She grabbed at her coat in an attempt to cover herself which only seemed to make the priest even more embarrassed.  His blush deepened and he looked away.

“I would drive you home but I don’t have a car.  I took the bus here and then just walked.” He told her as he helped her to her feet.  Samson looked up at her with such apologetic eyes that she very nearly forgave him for knocking the wind out of her.  “I’ll help you collect and carry the cleaning stuff to your car.  Okay?”

She smiled gratefully, “That would be lovely.  I live just around the corner and don’t have a car either.”

He immediately began picking up the brushes, rags, and bottles while she patted the dog’s head and stroked his ears.  Why was she allowing this man to help her?  Had she really just agreed to let him walk her home?  And why on earth was she standing in Barbara Goodlin’s yard with a ripped blouse petting a mud-caked beast while a man at least twenty years her senior wearing a clerical collar cheerfully tossed toilet brushes into her cleaning bucket?

“People don’t walk anymore.  Our society is so completely motorized that they assume that a person walking alongside a road must be drunk or part of a prison roadside cleanup.  You know?”  He grinned as they strolled toward her condo with Samson leading the way.  “I had to get a dog so people would stop locking their doors as the drove by me.”

They chatted all the way to her front door and even as she fished for her key.  She heard herself invite him in the house for tea and felt a surge of happiness when he accepted.  In just a few minutes, she’d changed clothes, the kettle was whistling while Samson lay on her kitchen floor with his tail thumping and the priest was seated at the table telling her how he’d adopted Samson after the dog had wandered down the center aisle during an Easter vigil and shook mud and fur all over the kneeling parishioners and visiting Bishop.

“I just realized that I don’t even know your name.”  Evelyn said as she introduced herself.

“Neil Hammond,” he said and shook her hand.  “Rector at St. Andrew’s Episcopal.  I came to the area to visit a girl I dated before I left for Korea.  I shipped off just after we decided to get married and I always wondered what happened to her.  We lost touch during the war and when I finally returned, she’d gone to Canada to visit family and I was told she’d met someone else.  I never had the guts to hunt her down.”

How sad, thought Evelyn.  “I know all of the residents.  Who were you looking for?”

“She may have a different last name now.  Goodness knows that enough time has passed.  I’ve never forgotten her though.”  He stared into his cup of tea so intensely and with such a lonely far away look that Evelyn felt an overwhelming urge to just hug the poor man.  “Recently, I was told that she returned from Canada after the War with a child.  I have to know if that’s true.  Don’t let the collar or age fool you — there’s a chance that I’m the father.  Helen was something else.”

Apparently all roads lead to the mysterious Miss Helen Clifton.

  • Story Start—STILL Untitled—3 : Razor Family Farms - […] here to be take to the next […]ReplyCancel

  • Rosa - Interesting. I loved it! can’t wait to read the following part…

    Have a great week and cheers,


  • Simple Livin' gal - Hi Rosa! I’m so glad you like it! I love Neil! I can’t help it. Isn’t he just great?


  • Michele - So glad to see you back. The story is starting to heat up.ReplyCancel

  • Leah - LOL Given my “issues” I’ve been getting those blasted hot flashes since I was about 16! Oh I hate them; I don’t think you ever get used to them either and I don’t think I’m EVER going to stop getting them!

    As for your story, I am still intrigued and can’t wait to read more! I’m still just as lost for a title as you are though so I am afraid I can’t help you there!ReplyCancel

  • kerry - i wish i was good with titles, but sadly i’m terrible at them. this is a very interesting story and i look forward to reading some more. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • amyb - Thanks for the ecard lacy! You are so thoughtful!

    As for the story…I love the twists and turns!

    Hope you guys had a great turkey day!


  • Julie at Elisharose - Once again, you leave us wanting more. Can’t wait for the next installment.

    And glad to have you back! hope your Thanksgiving was nice.ReplyCancel

  • Laura - I love this story!
    As for the title, you might have to wait until the story develops more to find something that truely fits… “The Priest and the Pin-up” is what came to mind. But that’s too ‘harlequin romance’
    Will and I had a wonderful time tonight. Thanks again for dinner, it was AWESOME!ReplyCancel

  • Kath - Oh my!! A priest may be the daddy?? Glad you are back from your travels to continue the story!!!

    I will be travelling this week into next week………… Seeking some warmth in AZ!!! WooHoo!

    Thank you for the ecard!!! Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!ReplyCancel

  • Dawn - You know, you have the makings of a great author. As I am reading each segment I think about the book I read by Sigmund Brouwer (“Out of the Shadows”). His character went back to Charleston to find out why his mother left him when he was 10. In each chapter and segment there is another twist and a leading back to this or that person. When we went to his workshop he said the key to writing is of course knowing your audience but in knowing your audience you know what buttons to push. Pushing buttons is what makes an interesting read. You are doing well at pushing buttons.

    As for your title, I don’t know if could come up with something without know where the story is going.

    I am looking forward to the next instalment.ReplyCancel

  • CrossView - Ooh! It just keeps getting better! LOL! Miss Helen is a fascinating woman… I love Neil, too! And Samson – as long as he doesn’t knock ME over! =PReplyCancel

  • Ann - Ooooo, yum! I love this story and am so wondering what is inside your head, in terms of where it’s going next. As for titles, I sat here an thought for a while and I still haven’t come up with anything. But I did think about the fact that she found something in the earth/soil — so it made me think about “unearthing” something…so I was trying to think of something along those lines….ReplyCancel

  • Fishing Guy - Lacy: This is an interesting twist, I wonder where it’s going.ReplyCancel


  • Jeni Hill Ertmer - Oh, Lacy – I’m loving reading this! Please, keep writing more and more! You put so much information in and yet, not enough but not with an over-abundance of words, if you get my drift there. Good skills, my dear, very good story-telling skills as you bring this tale to life, give it so much form -it’s not telling, it is the way writers are supposed to do -showing!
    I’m waiting as patiently as an old impatient lady can possibly be for the next installment!ReplyCancel

  • ang - Okay, I’m caught up. Wow, this story takes some turns. I found myself having to go back and reread. I love it.

    It needs a title and could we have a longer chapter next time? 😉 I just hate having to put a book down.ReplyCancel

  • Lynnie - Wow! Interesting twist. Always good to throw a priest into the mix!

    Title. Hmmm. Maybe since a finger appeared early on then something involving the word “pointing”? Like “When All You Can Do Is Point to Heaven….” Okay, that was pretty bad, but maybe that will plant a seed in your head for something better!

    And thanks so much for the E-card, what a pleasant surprise!ReplyCancel

  • gingela5 - Very interesting twist! Can’t wait for more! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Tipper - Wow-its getting more and more interesting!! You are such an awesome writer Lacy!!ReplyCancel

  • Barb - Oh my! This is getting more intriquing! Do keep writing!!
    Do you lay awake at the wee hours of the night..”writing” in your mind?
    Love and Hugs Lacy!
    Momma BarbReplyCancel

  • marky - Yeah! you added another chapter!!ReplyCancel

  • sam - hi. stumbled upon your site this morning from a search link on pioneer women. enjoyed your story, but couldn’t find the link to the next chapter — last entry Dec 1, 2008. Ever got to giving your story a title? Dunno, but as i was reading thru, it came to mind “skeletons” might be a good title.

    hope i get to read the rest of it.


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