Sam's Letters to Jennifer
James Patterson
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 0446695084
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Grief-stricken by a recent tragedy, Jennifer returns to the resort village where she grew up to help her beloved grandmother. There, Jennifer will discover new meaning in life and experience not one, but two of the most amazing love stories ever.
could.” Max turned and saw me. “Let’s talk outside,” he said. “C’mon with me.” “She’s gone back into the coma, hasn’t she?” Max held up a hand to stop me from coming farther into the room. “No, Jennifer. She’s out of the coma. But this is a good time for me to fill you in on some things.” We went to his office again, a beige square with prefab furnishings and interoffice memos tacked to the walls. As he’d done a couple of weeks before, Max led me to his swivel chair, then sat on the desk
city-girl worry. I trudged back to Sam’s house, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. Then I did. I took a packet of Sam’s letters out to the porch. More than ever, I wanted to hear her stories. What happened between her and Doc? Who was he? Would she ever tell me the whole truth? Was John Farley Doc? Was Henry? Or even Brendan’s uncle Shep? Or was it someone I didn’t even know? I’d just settled into my favorite rocker when the sky darkened over the lake. The air was dense with ozone, and
getting out of his Jeep. He almost fell. I was stunned, and suddenly realized how bad his day must have been. He smiled, though, and then touched my cheek. “I need a little nap. I think I’ll go over to Shep’s. I’ll see you later, Jen.” “Are you okay?” I asked. I wanted to take Brendan’s arm, to help him, but I was afraid he might not like it. “Sure I am. Just tired. I’m fine. Just need a nap.” It was only four in the afternoon, but I lay down with Brendan anyway. I wanted to be beside him, to
dearly. And you are the most beautiful girl in the world, not just the lake. Go home for a while.” This was a little strange, but I couldn’t—or wouldn’t—argue with him. I kissed Brendan on the forehead, on the cheek, then lightly on the lips. “I felt that.” He smiled. So I kissed Brendan again. And again. The truth was, I didn’t want to stop kissing him ever. Sixty-two I HAD a really bad feeling all through the night. Shep was at his house back in Chicago, so I checked on Brendan
told jokes, which wasn’t much of a surprise. My favorite was, “How do you recognize an extrovert computer geek? He looks at your shoes.” Other visitors drifted in and out of the waiting room, a few of them crying, most looking worried. The television flickered with never-ending images of the news, CNBC, ESPN. As we waited I wondered if Shep might be Doc. But he hadn’t raised his children alone. So he wasn’t Doc—unless Sam had pulled a fast one. At about four I left the waiting-around room for