The Color Of Light. Emilie Richards

of us will listen.”

      Analiese smiled as if she agreed. Georgia would understand about loneliness, of course. After her husband’s death she had raised her daughter alone, and nothing had ever been easy for her. But now that she’d found Lucas, who loved her the way she deserved to be loved, she glowed. Analiese had no desire to take the shine off Georgia’s happiness with her own problems.

      “I’m fine,” she said as she squeezed Georgia’s hand in goodbye. “It’s just been a long few days.”

      “Can you take an afternoon and go up to the Goddess House? Spend a quiet night in the country? Do some time on your favorite rock?”

      The Goddess House was the perfect place to recharge. Analiese had briefly toyed with asking the others if the Fowlers could move in, but the area was so isolated that Man would never find a job. He needed to work, and Belle needed to be close to medical care, so she’d had to discard the idea.

      Her rock, just down the road from the house and up a mountainside, was the gateway to a sublime view. Analiese had discovered the trail at the end of summer, and it was now her favorite place to sit, think and pray.

      “I’ll drive up as soon as I can get away,” she promised. Of course she didn’t see a time like that in the foreseeable future.

      “Time doesn’t free up on its own, Ana,” Georgia said. “Make yourself a priority for a change, okay?”