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Angels Watching Over Me
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From every ending comes a new beginning.…
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ISBN-13: 978-0-440-23866-9
ISBN-10: 0-440-23866-8
eBook ISBN: 978-0-307-51308-3
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I would like to express my gratitude to Jan Hamilton Powell and Mickey Milita of Erlanger Medical Center, Baroness campus, for their invaluable help in shaping this series.
This book is dedicated with love to Conner Neal McDaniel.
Contents
Cover
Other Books by This Author
Title Page
Copyright
Acknowledgment
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Excerpt from Angels in Pink: Holly’s Story
About the Author
Angels in Pink Volunteers’ Creed
I will pass through this life but once. If there is any kindness I can show, any good that I can do, any comfort that I can offer, let me do it now, for one day I will be gone and what will remain is the memory of what I did for others.
one
“IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?” Raina St. James asked as soon as Kathleen McKensie had climbed into the car and shut the door.
“Sure,” Kathleen said halfheartedly, turning her head so that Raina couldn’t see her eyes filling with moisture. “Everything’s fine. It’s hard coming here, that’s all.” She had just toured the inside of her home while her friends waited for her in the car. She’d gone from room to room checking everything out, as she had every day for the past few weeks. Nothing was disturbed. Everything looked orderly and, except for some dust buildup, seemed the same as when she had been living there.
From the backseat, Holly Harrison reached out and patted Kathleen’s shoulder. “Your mom won’t be in the hospital forever. Didn’t you say Dr. Kiefer was thinking of transferring her to the rehab center this week?”
Kathleen nodded, still gazing longingly out the car window at the front of her home. “It’s just that I can’t remember one time that my mom wasn’t around for a first day of school. Ever since kindergarten.”
“Well, we’re here for you now, girlfriend,” Raina said, backing her car out of the driveway.
“And … and I appreciate it,” Kathleen said, finding a tissue and dabbing her eyes. She knew that Raina could have gone to school that morning with her boyfriend, Hunter, Holly’s brother, but Raina had elected instead to face day one of their junior year with her best friends. Twisting in her seat, Kathleen told Holly, “And I know your mom tried hard to make the day special for us. It was nice of her to make waffles for breakfast because she knows I like them.”
For the past several weeks, while her mother recovered from heart surgery, Kathleen had lived with Holly and her family. Because her father had died tragically years before, she and Mary Ellen had only each other. It had been fun being a part of Holly’s family, but Kathleen was ready to go home. Only, her mother had weeks of rehabilitation to go through first, and Kathleen had to remain at Holly’s.
“Mom lives to force-feed her family,” Holly said, bulging her cheeks out in an exaggerated imitation of overeating. “I could have done just fine with cereal. The first day of school always makes me nervous, and when I’m nervous, I get sick to my stomach.”
“Not in my car,” Raina said, glancing in the rearview mirror at Holly. “Day one makes me excited,” she added. “According to my schedule sheet, I can meet Hunter between three classes.”
“Whoopee,” Holly said without enthusiasm. “We get to meet him coming out of the bathroom every morning. Not a pretty sight.”
This made Kathleen smile. “It’s not that bad, Raina.”
“And don’t think I’m not jealous about it either.” Raina was crazy about Hunter, now a senior at their high school, and she couldn’t imagine facing the next year without him when he went off to college. “Speaking of boyfriends, what do you hear from Carson? I guess today’s his first day too.”
“He called last night,” Kathleen said. “To wish me luck.” Since Carson Kiefer attended the prestigious Bryce Academy on the other side of Tampa, she didn’t expect to see him often. She figured it was only a matter of time before he forgot about her completely. Wasn’t that what the nasty-tempered Stephanie Marlow had predicted to Kathleen at the end-of-the-year banquet for the Pink Angels hospital volunteers just a couple of weeks before?
The wo
rds buzzed in her memory. “Don’t think that just because he’s fooled around with you all summer, I’m out of the picture. This has happened before, you know. He finds some new little plaything for a few months and keeps himself busy. But he always comes back to me.”
“Why don’t you invite him to our first football game next Friday night? You can double with me and Hunter.” Raina’s voice pulled Kathleen into the present.
“Maybe I will. He told me he likes the two of you.”
“Hey!” Holly interjected from the backseat. “What about me? Who will I go to the game with if you all double?”
“Is there anyone you could ask? We could make it a triple date,” Raina said.
“As if my father will allow me to date anyone. I’ll be an old dried-up prune before Dad ever lets go.” Holly rolled her eyes. Mike Harrison was known for his strictness, especially when it came to Holly. Since she was the youngest of her friends and wouldn’t be sixteen until mid-May, she knew she was facing another dateless year. “Is it going to be like this all year?” she groused. “You two running off on dates and me sitting home all alone?”
“We still have our volunteer jobs at the hospital,” Raina offered. “We’ll be together then.”
“And don’t think I’m not glad about it, but that’s only two afternoons a week.”
“And on Saturdays, if you want. I know I’m going to volunteer most Saturdays,” Raina said. Hunter worked on Saturdays at a fast-food place, so she’d already decided to volunteer at the hospital while he was busy, because it allowed her to miss him less. “What do you say?”
“Count me in,” Holly said, still unhappy about her solo status. “Anything’s better than hanging around the house being bored and getting into my parents’ way.”
“I don’t think I can commit,” Kathleen said. “At least not until Mom’s home and I see what her needs are going to be.” Even before Carson’s father had performed heart surgery on Mary Ellen, Kathleen had hesitated to be away from her mother too long. Because Mary Ellen was a victim of multiple sclerosis and Kathleen was her primary caregiver, much of her mother’s care fell on Kathleen’s shoulders.
“Well, don’t let her tie you down too much,” Raina said in a lecturing tone. “You’re just now getting a real life.”
“Raina …” Kathleen’s voice held a warning note.
“Just a caution,” Raina added quickly. By now they were in front of the high school, and she whipped the car into the student parking lot, which was already filling with returning students’ vehicles. “I have to go to the office and get a parking permit for this school year,” she announced.
“I’ll come with you,” Kathleen said.
“I’m casing out the commons,” Holly said. “I’ll meet you there before first bell”—she looked at her watch—“say, in twenty minutes.” They’d purposefully left extra early so that they could hang in the school’s large atrium to check out incoming freshmen and hook up with old friends.
“If I can get the permit in twenty minutes, that’s where we’ll meet. Tell Hunter to wait with you, okay?”
“As if he’ll stand around with his sister.” Holly snorted.
They piled out of the car, gathering up their purses, new notebooks and supplies. Three big yellow school buses were lined in front of the auditorium, and kids were off-loading. Cummings High was less than ten years old, well planned and shaped much like a huge wheel, with the atrium at its hub and classrooms shooting off like spokes. The grades were kept in separate wings, so that except for assemblies and pep rallies, kids moved through with their own class. The student body was large and it was easy to get lost in the throngs, but Raina and Kathleen knew their way around, so they sidestepped the crowds and headed toward the office wing.
“I hope this won’t take forever,” Raina grumbled as they hurried. “I really want to see Hunter before the bell rings.”
“What are you going to do when he goes off to college?”
“Mourn.”
Kathleen laughed. “Maybe you can test out and go to college with him a year early.”
“Holly’s the smart one, remember? I’ll need every minute to keep my grades steady.”
“Then you should be relieved that you won’t have any distractions next year.”
“Are you kidding? I’m worried that my lips will dry up and fall off from lack of kissing.”
“He will come home on breaks,” Kathleen said with a grin.
As they walked, Kathleen couldn’t help noticing that Raina waved and nodded to half the population in the halls. She seemed to know everyone. And why not? Raina was pretty and popular. That was the way it had always been. Holly, cute and perky. Kathleen, shy and quiet. How she had ever attracted Carson was still a mystery to her. And even if they didn’t last—please God, let us last—she was facing her junior year feeling like a veteran of the dating wars. Through the summer, she’d had a wonderful time with a totally awesome guy, thanks to the hospital volunteer program where she’d first met Carson.
“Here we are,” Raina said, looking dismayed at the line snaking from the main office. A second later, she perked up. Along the hallway, a table had been set up, and behind the table sat a teacher. Above him, taped to the wall, was a sign that read PARKING PERMITS. UPPERCLASSMEN ONLY. “Can they possibly be this organized? I’m stunned.”
“Go get your permit. I’ll wait over here,” Kathleen said, stepping out of the stream of foot traffic. She leaned against the wall, wondering how Carson’s first day was going. Bryce Academy took Tampa’s elite and wealthy, so it probably wasn’t as chaotic as Cummings. She longed to hear his voice, see his face. Yet for all his attentions, Kathleen still felt insecure. He could have any girl he wanted. Why had he chosen her? She wasn’t beautiful like Stephanie, who also attended Bryce. Stephanie was a model, and her pictures were all over newspapers and magazines. Kathleen caught sight of herself in the plate glass of the case across the hall that housed the school’s sports and academic trophies. Her long red hair looked frizzy with the humidity and her shirt was droopy. Maybe it was better that Carson went to another school after all and couldn’t see her at the moment.
“Got it.” Raina waved the permit and decal at Kathleen. “Let’s go hook up with Holly.”
Kathleen fished for her class schedule as they walked. “Umm, it says here that I have geometry first period. How about you?”
“English lit. Lunch at twelve-forty.”
“I’ll miss you by fifteen minutes.”
“Last period on Tuesdays and Thursdays are our volunteer times. We can meet in the parking lot and all go together. And don’t forget—orientation’s this Saturday morning. I’ll pick you and Holly up. You going to break out of Admissions and record filing?”
“I like it there. No blood.” Kathleen wasn’t crazy about hospitals, so remaining in the admissions office and working with paper and files seemed logical to her.
“Just remember, we’re getting a school credit this time around, so diversity counts.” For Raina, the credit was an unexpected bonus. She’d have worked without it, but the Pink Angels program offered a high school credit if a student volunteered a hundred and sixty hours a semester. A volunteer could work more hours if he or she had a parent on staff. Raina’s mother, Vicki, was director of nursing, so Raina already knew she’d be at the hospital beyond the requirement for credit.
“The difference between us,” Kathleen said, “is that you want a career in medicine, while I just want to graduate from high school and get into a decent college. I volunteer to be with my friends.”
Raina sighed. “You’re just too honest.”
“What’s this?” Kathleen asked, seeing Holly barreling toward them, dodging clusters of students along the way. Her face looked pinched and pale, and she was clutching her notebook to her chest with a death grip.
Holly stopped short in front of Raina and grabbed her arm. “Don’t go to the atrium.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
; “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Kathleen said.
“Worse than a ghost.” Holly’s voice trembled. “I’ve seen the devil himself.” She looked Raina in the eye. “I—I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Raina, but Tony Stoddard’s back.”
two
RAINA’S STOMACH LURCHED as if she’d just fallen twenty stories in an out-of-control elevator. Tony Stoddard. The one person who could ruin her life. “Are you sure?”
Holly nodded and scowled. “Oh, he’s older and more beefed up and his hair’s longer, but it’s the same old Tony. He’s in the commons now, bragging and greeting all his old friends from middle school. Seems they still remember him.”
“I thought he was gone forever.” Kathleen sounded dismayed.
“I guess not,” Raina said, her heart thudding with dread.
“I overheard him saying his father got reassigned to McDill.” Holly named the big air force base in Tampa where Tony’s father had served when they were in middle school together. “How can the air force do that to you?”
Raina offered a wan smile. “I’m sure they didn’t single me out.”
“I don’t think we should go down to the commons,” Kathleen said. “It’s a big school. Maybe you won’t run into each other.”
“For the whole year? Unlikely,” Raina said. Hunter’s image leaped into her mind. “Oh no … what about Hunter?”
Holly shook her head. “He never knew Tony. Remember, Hunter was here at Cummings in ninth grade while we were still in eighth.”
Raina hadn’t begun dating Hunter until she was a sophomore at Cummings and Hunter was a junior.
Holly continued. “And since Hunter’s a senior now, I don’t think he’ll travel in the same circles as Tony. Why would he?”
“Plus, you’ve already told us that he’s really busy with his job at the burger place, and of course, busy with schoolwork and you,” Kathleen reminded Raina.
“It’s nice of the two of you to help me feel better about this. Truth is, it’s hard to keep a secret in this school and you know it. I’m just going to keep a low profile and hope for the best.”