Chapter Twenty-Four
Stan needed something to hang on to; thank God that Jodie was close to hand.
The last week had been such a whirlwind that his sense of balance was gone. He was half-tempted to start using the crutches again even though he’d so despised them.
For the moment, they sat side-by-side holding hands in the last row of chairs lined up along the side of the lake. They were alone, but it wouldn’t last long. The rows of chairs faced the lake-edge gazebo where Patrick and Lauren would be married shortly. The only way he and Jodie had been able to get a moment alone was to come here early to sit and watch lovely afternoon sunlight sparkle off the lake’s surface.
Spring rains had shadowed most of the week and there’d been talk of moving the wedding inside. But it had cut off two
