One corner of his mouth turned up slightly. 'I have no doubt.'
'I do have one matter relating to my father, which I need to take care of,' I went on. From my pocket I pulled out the ring. 'He asked me to return this to you.'
Adrian stared at it. 'Good Lord.'
'You recognize it?'
'Yes, of course. It was my grandmother's.'
I don't know why my father took it,' I said, shifting in my seat uncomfortably. 'All I know is that I am supposed to return it.'
I laid it on the table next to Adrian, since he didn't seem inclined to take it There was a faraway look in his eyes.
'It would really help me,' I continued, 'if you could tell me why Dad had it. I never knew him to be a thief.'
'Oh, Katie, of course he wasn't a thief,' Adrian said, picking up the ring, then placing it in his desk drawer. 'Luke was an artist, with an artist's temperament, as I am sure you know.'
'Yes….'
'I'm equally sure I wasn't the only client your father accused of failing to appreciate his genius.'
I smiled a little. 'You weren't.'
'He left here in an artistic huff. I suppose he took the ring, fearing that I wouldn't make good on the work he had completed for me. I did, eighteen months later, when he surfaced in England, painting for an old college chum of mine.'
I frowned. 'He should have returned the ring then.'
'Oh, don't be hard on him. He was young with a little girl to support and no money saved. It is a testament to your father's honesty that he kept it all these years with the plan of returning it.'
I wanted to believe him-to believe the best about my father-but stories weren't matching up. 'Mrs. Hopewell said that you sent us packing.'
Adrian looked surprised. 'That's odd. Her memory has always been good,' he replied. 'Of course, that is how she would have perceived the situation.
As you may have noticed, she is loyal to a fault, especially to Robyn and me. She would assume I fired your father rather than think I was jilted by an un established artist' That made some sense. But then why did we leave so secretly in the middle of the night? Perhaps because my father had stolen the ring.
'You look unconvinced,' Adrian observed. 'What did your father tell you?'
'Nothing. He never wanted to talk about our time here.'
Adrian shook his head. 'I hope your time with us left you with a few good memories. Ashley loved having you for her little friend. You were a very happy part of her life. I'm glad that Patrick will have that opportunity now. How do you find him?'
'Lonely.'
Adrian sat back in his chair. 'You are blunt, just like your mother.'
'I hardly know Patrick, but it is obvious that he needs other children around him.'
Adrian sighed. 'You are probably right. Give me a few days to set my affairs in order, then we shall put our heads together to see what can be done for him.'
I nodded.
I am delighted you are here, Katie-Kate, I suppose I should call you, now that you are a young woman. We'll be getting you a cell phone, which I'd like you to keep with you at all times. I don't know why the microwave and small refrigerator were removed from your room, but Mrs. Hopewell assures me they will be put back. You are welcome to eat in the kitchen anytime, of course, but most people want some privacy.'
He rose, signaling the end of our meeting.
'Thank you. . thanks-' I hesitated, not ready to address my employer by his first name.
The lines of amusement deepened in his face. 'And what did we agree you would call me?' he asked.
'Adrian.'
'Your father has come home,' I told Patrick when I picked him up from school that day.
His face lit up. 'Is he all better?'
'He still has cancer, but he is better right now,' I replied, glad that I had asked Emily what they had told Patrick about Adrian's health.
'And he is very happy to be home,' I added, as Patrick struggled to get his stuffed backpack in the rear seat of the car. 'He can't wait to see you.'
'I wish they could make Daddy's cancer go away.' Patrick's voice sounded small, wistful.
I rested my hand on his shoulder. 'Me too.'
He climbed into the car.
'Fasten your seat belt,' I reminded him, then got into the driver's seat and started the car. 'So how was school today?'
'Okay… sort of… I got a fifty on my spelling test,' he blurted suddenly, as I pulled out of the school lot. 'It has to be signed.'
'A fifty.' I glanced in the mirror and saw his tense little face. 'How many words were on the test?'
Ten.
'So you can spell five. That's a start. We'll work on the other five tonight.'
He looked relieved that I hadn't come down hard on him. 'Will you sign the test?'
'No, your mother or father has to, but I will tell them we're working on those five words and learning new ones too.'
'Okay,' he said, sounding cheerful. 'To the right, to the right,' he chanted, recalling my mantra earlier in the day.
'I'm driving fairly well now, Patrick. I don't think I need prompting.'
'Yeah,' he agreed, 'only you came out of the parking lot where you are supposed to go in.'
'I did?'
'That's why our crossing guard was blowing her whistle at you.'
'She was?'
I glanced back in the rearview mirror. 'Oh, well. You help me drive and I'll help you spell.'
'Home is the other way,' he informed me.
'Oh. Right.' I needed to turn the car around. 'Don't worry. All we have to do is-whoops! 'Do Not Enter.' So. . so, we'll take a left, then another left.' I made the first turn. 'Well get there eventually.'
'When we do, can we play with my plastic horses? Ashley said you can ride Silver Knight.'
'Ashley said-what?'
A horn blared at me as I turned the corner.
'To the right!' Patrick cried.
There was no time to veer away from the oncoming car. I slammed on the brakes. Our car screeched to a stop, nose to nose with the other vehicle. I wrenched around to look at Patrick. 'Are you okay?'
He bobbed his head. 'That was close.'
There had been no thump, no crushing metal sounds, no shattering of glass. I sank back against my seat. 'I'm sorry, Patrick. I hope I didn't scare you.'
'Nope,' he said. I saw him looking past me, and I turned to see the guy who had been driving the other car leap out of it. He shouted at me, waving his arms like a lunatic.
'What are you doing, lady? Are you trying to kill me?'
We could hear him though our windows were rolled 'You ever driven a car before? Are you driving with your eyes closed? Do you know left from right? Do you want both sides of the street to be your side?'
I think he's mad,' Patrick observed.
'Perhaps a bit,' I said calmly. 'You stay here.' I got out of the car to speak to the guy and make sure no
