Welcome back to Hope Springs, the small southern town introduced in the bestselling Friendship Cake, in which the women of Hope Springs Community Church first came together to whip up a cookbook like no other -- a project that turned out to be an ideal recipe for friendship. Bea's gardening tips offered advice for tilling friendships as well as soil in Hope Springs. Now, Lynne Hinton returns with her engaging storytelling and brings the friendship of these delightful women to life once more in the third installment of the beloved Hope Springs series.\ \
A year after Margaret's initial diagnosis, the friends rally around as she learns whether she is cancer free, and Charlotte, who is helping a young prison inmate to come to terms with his past, makes some startling decisions about her own life. Jessie travels to Africa to fulfill a lifelong dream of discovering her ancestors, and while there, questions her strongest friendships in the face of slavery's harrowing history. Back in Hope Springs, Beatrice unearths some surprising secrets along with a newfound respect for truth and trust in any relationship. Through joys and sorrows the friends have leaned on and supported one another. But what will happen to the circle when the friends discover that one of their own is leaving Hope Springs for good? Join Margaret, Charlotte, Louise, Beatrice, and Jessie for an homage to friendship you'll never forget.\
About the Author
A retreat leader and writing teacher, Lynne Hinton is the author of numerous novels including Pie Town, Wedding Cake, Christmas Cake, Friendship Cake, Hope Springs, and Forever Friends. She also writes a mystery series under the name Jackie Lynn. She lives in New Mexico.
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Chapter OneThe Pilot News
* aunt * dot's * helpful * hints *
Dear Aunt Dot,
Are there any household uses for old pairs of panty hose? It seems so wasteful just to throw them away when they get runs.
Of course you can make use of those old hose. You can cover leafy plants in your garden to eliminate the bug problem, and you can use them in your cleaning kit. Simply ball them up and use them like scouring pads. You'll find they're not nearly as abrasive as most cleansers on the market.
"Be careful of that desk drawer."
The warning came too late. Charlotte walked right around the corner and into the open bottom drawer and nicked her shin, ripping a large hole in her hose and causing a painful contusion just below her knee.
"Gosh. Sorry about that." The desk sergeant winced at the sight of the young woman's leg. "That desk needs to be put somewhere else." She made a clucking noise with her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "You're the second one to run into it this morning."
Charlotte started to ask why the woman hadn't moved the desk aside herself or, at the very least, taped the gaping drawer shut, but since she was not one to make such bold suggestions, especially to strangers who wore guns and handcuffs on their belts, she simply bent down and calculated the damage.
There was a little blood from the gash, but the worst consequence was the unsightly rip she now had in her stockings. She knew there wasn't any way to hide the tear, and she wished she had followed her instincts when she was getting ready and wore pantsinstead of this dress and panty hose or, even better, that she had listened to her original inclination, which was not to come in the first place.
She was at the correctional facility in Winston-Salem to visit Peggy DuVaughn's grandson, Lamont, who was in jail on a robbery charge. Peggy asked Charlotte to go because she was concerned about his safety and well-being and because she had heard that ministers had unlimited opportunities to see inmates, whereas family members had strict rules about their visitations.
"It's different this time," the older woman said to her pastor after she finally confessed what it was that was troubling her. "He's really going to do better. I know it."
Charlotte had assumed when her parishioner called and asked if she could drop by and talk that she was concerned about her husband, Vastine. His doctor had given him a terminal diagnosis of congestive heart failure and he had only recently become a hospice patient. But the older woman had come into the office and fidgeted and changed the subject from first one thing and then another until Charlotte finally asked what she was doing there. Peggy broke down and told her about her youngest daughter's son, who had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd in junior high school and had never gotten away from it.
"It's those drugs," she said as if she knew for sure the cause of his downfall. "They get hooked on that stuff and then there's just no way to save them." She tugged at the back of her collar and dropped her hands in her lap. "It's the devil's work," she added with a pained expression.
Charlotte nodded in sympathy with a passing thought of Serena, remembering her own hopes for a family member's recovery.
"Vastine and I tried to keep him, you know, when he was little. Sherry was going through the divorce then and just had so much on her." The older woman's face was pinched and crossed in worry. "We kept him for almost three years."
Charlotte had not heard this part of the DuVaughn family history.
"He was such a sweet boy." Peggy rubbed her hands together. "He and Vastine were real close." Then she paused, looking up. "We never had boys."
Charlotte listened. She knew there were three daughters, Sherry, Bernice, and Madison. They had all attended the church at one time or another. Madison's oldest child had been confirmed at Hope Springs. Charlotte thought she was at college out of state somewhere.
"Little Lamont was a handful, but we were doing the best we could." She stopped. "We got him enrolled in the kindergarten at the school. We put him in Scouts and baseball."
She sat quietly for a few moments.
"We would have kept him, you know." Then she sighed with the sound of regret. "But he got to be too much for us." Peggy shifted from side to side in her chair. "So Sherry took him back and they moved down to Lexington." Her movement in the chair stopped. "And then things just got worse."
The pastor handed Peggy a tissue. She took it and wiped her eyes.
"It's always been little things before now, mostly just boy stuff. I mean, I knew he was heading in the wrong direction, but I kept thinking he'd grow out of it, mature." She paused. "It was stealing this time," she confessed. "He broke into a convenience store. Tried to get into the cash drawer but was only able to take some merchandise. When they caught him," she hesitated and shook her head, "he had a gun."
The older woman wiped her eyes again. "It's serious." She peered up at Charlotte. "He's in the adult unit. They say he threatened the police officer." She dropped her head. "He's definitely going to prison. I saw him when he first got there. He was so scared he cried." Peggy spoke softly. "It just about broke my heart."
Charlotte went around her desk and knelt down in front of her parishioner ...Forever Friends
A Novel. Copyright (c) by Lynne Hinton . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.\
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