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Chapter 10 In the morning, before he could shake the cobwebs from his mind,
Hawthorne felt Dory’s soft hands shaking his shoulder rather roughly and heard
her saying softly, “So, what’s the joke? I can’t sleep anymore because of
your laughter.” As his mind cleared, Hawthorne began to laugh. “Oh, so that’s
it. You had me scared for a minute.” Then, with a Mona Lisa smirk, he said,
“I’ll tell you after breakfast.” Hawthorne couldn’t wait for her to finish her meal. He told her
to pick up the bun and follow him to the limo. As their driver welcomed them
into the air-conditioned vehicle, Hawthorne was glad of the cool interior. He
leaned back into the comfortably cushioned seat and then waited for Dory to
begin badgering him, but it looked like she had decided to put first things
first. She was hungrily eating, and he simply smiled as he watched her. They arrived at the little nature preserve and he held her hand
as she exited the limo. Smiling now, she said, “Is the cricket here?” He
couldn’t contain himself much longer, so he simply shrugged and nodded,
leading her into the small office at the entrance. Once inside, he led her to
a small glass case on a counter, and there before her, she saw a miniature
frog. “Is this a joke?” she asked. Both Hawthorne and the uniformed
employee of the preserve smiled at her with matching looks that were more
ridicule than friendliness. “Oh, I see. So there is no cricket. This is the
curious creature who serenaded me last night.” With a laugh, Hawthorne pulled
her to his side. “Exactly, my dear.” Then, he allowed their host to lead them through the tourist
area of the preserve, where caged animals of all types awaited their perusal.
Immediately upon their exit, they were told, the place would be locked up for
a few months, since the rarest of the creatures was about to go into heat.
“Without Hawthorne’s support, we could not afford to make such a break in our
schedule,” she man said with a look of admiration. She nodded,
understanding yet another layer of the man who was her husband. As they drove back to the hotel, Dory was silent, but her smile
told him that something was already happening in her mind as they traveled. She
was an enigma to him, and he liked that. In fact, Hawthorne felt like a
little boy around this woman. In so many ways, she was the adult. For instance, though he’d run his own company and traveled the
world, Hawthorne had experienced a relatively easy life. He had never
experienced missionary work. He had rarely been crossed, at least for the
past 20 years, where most of his friends were his employees or people who in
some way worked for him. In fact, the biggest disappointment or pain was of
knowing he might soon lose Dory, and that was something he refused to allow
to become his focus. Later, there would be time. For now, it must be all
about her. And that was why when she had come at him so passionately, he’d
responded. And she had managed fine. Hawthorne breathed a huge sigh, thankful
that for another day, Dory had life. And as he sat there, he got a thought:
Visit a local church. He knew better than to ignore it. Since they had left on a honeymoon, Hawthorne had not really
considered going to church in this small town. He had scheduled visits to
large churches on weekends, but this place had been a short stop, so he had
no idea where to begin. Thankfully, he employed people who could deal with
that. Hitting a button on his phone, Hawthorne got in touch with just the
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