Chapter 32
Tuesday, late afternoon
Ruth's mother suggested that she go sit in the garden. So here she was, sitting like a bump on a log. The afternoon sun was warm, though the occasional breeze had a cold nip to it. It was already late afternoon. Clouds on the horizon meant they would have rain again by evening. It rained a lot this time of year. Or maybe it rained all the time, she couldn't recall. She actually loved the weather here, especially when the sun shone. The garden was still and quiet and still muddy from yesterday's rain. She leaned back in the garden chair and let the sun warm her face.
She had so many questions. Should she approach Jon Graham? He seemed the only one willing to believe the impossible. Had she only dreamed what happened between them when she was in the hospital? Had it been a drug-induced fantasy? Her mother told her that Mr. Graham had watched over her early on after her attack.