“There’s not much to tell. I’ve just noticed him around the office and heard some rumors.”

“What kind of rumors?” Lisa appeared puzzled.

“Seems he’s around the office more than usual. I’m not sure why.”

“Well, you don’t need to get involved with anyone at this point in your life. Look at all you and Sam have been through. You need a break. I’d hate to see you get hurt again.”

“I know. I’m grateful for your concern but really, I’m okay. Not to change the subject, but I have to forewarn you, Major Hawkins and Matt talked me into inviting them for Thanksgiving dinner. Can you handle that?”

Lisa threw up her arms up as if in disbelief while a smile rose up on her face. “It’s fine, but promise me you won’t jump into another relationship just yet.”

“Don’t worry, that’s the last thing I need.” Eloise pushed away from the sink.

Their words set off fears in Nora. She met the major the day she and her mother moved in. He seemed nice, but she didn’t trust men. After two terrible years with Sam, she wasn’t ready for more turmoil. She recalled the major’s image. He had a sturdy look—strapping shoulders which carried his six-foot frame with distinction. He looked a few years older than her mother, with gray hairs sneaking through his thick auburn hair.

Nora gathered her books and papers; she had heard enough.

Chapter 11: November 1969

Chapter 11

November 1969

It was late November. The trees, nearly barren, had shed their leaves for dormant, darker times. Alex’s latest letter caught Jorden off guard. She didn’t know what to think. She read the first page again.

I hope I haven’t upset you. My being Catholic seems to present problems for us. The Pre-Cana sessions I mentioned I feel troubled you. That wasn’t my intention, but it’s important to me for you to go. Ideally, we’d go together, but it can’t happen with me over here. They’re meant for engaged couples planning to be married within a year. We can work this out. I love you. Most important, I will marry you. There’s no other woman for me. There are no problems we can’t overcome. We’re okay.

Alex’s words troubled Jorden. In her own defense, she tried to do her part and saw a Catholic priest when she flew home for her sister’s wedding in June. A friend of Jorden’s mother had suggested Father Capello. Jorden had made an appointment to meet with him—she remembered liking him . . .

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June 1969

“Welcome. Please have a seat.” Father Capello extended his hand.

“Thank you.”

“How can I help you?” His deep brown eyes penetrated Jorden’s but in a kind way.

“My fiancé, Alex Whelan, is Catholic and we plan to marry next August. Right now he’s in Vietnam,” Jorden explained.