Free Leap of Faith by Danielle Steel Page B

stay here?” Marie-Ange asked, looking concerned about her, and seeking some trace of emotion that had never been there.
    “If I sell next month, it’ll be in escrow for thirty days. I should be in the home by the end of October. Tom said he would wait till then.” But it was only six weeks away, and Marie-Ange realized that she was going to have to make some decisions. She was about to start her senior year, and wondered if she should move closer to school, or take the year off to go home to France and at least see it. And for an instant, she had a brief dream about buying Marmouton back. She had no idea who owned it now, or what had happened to it, and wondered if that information would be included in the papers the lawyer from the bank had left her.
    “I’ll have to move out when you do,” Marie-Ange said pensively, wondering if she had ever known this woman. But she already knew the answer to that question. “Will you be happy in the home, Aunt Carole?” She felt as though she owed her something, however disagreeable she had been, or cold. She had still taken care of her for ten years, and Marie-Ange was grateful for it.
    “I’m not happy here. What difference does it make? And I’m too old to run a farm now. You’ll go back to France, I expect, or get a job somewhere, after you finish college. You have no reason to stay here, unless you marry that boy you say you don’t want to marry. And you probably shouldn’t now. You can catch yourself a real big fish with all that money.” She made it sound like an ugly thing, and the way she said it made Marie-Ange shudder. The idea of loving someone never entered into it for her, and Marie-Ange couldn’t help wondering, as she had before, what her life had been like with her husband, and if she had ever loved him, if she was even capable of it. It was impossible to imagine her young or loving or happy.
    Marie-Ange cleaned up the kitchen after their meal, and her aunt said she was going to bed early, and wheeled herself silently down the dark hallway. But when Billy called a short time afterward, Marie-Ange said she had to see him.
    “Is something wrong?” He sounded worried.
    “No … yes … no … I don’t know. I’m confused. Something happened today I have to talk to you about.” She needed to talk to him very badly. There was no one else for her to talk to, although she knew he was as unsophisticated as she was about financial matters. But he was sensible and intelligent, and he wanted nothing but the best for her. It never occurred to her for an instant that he’d be jealous of her.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, and she hesitated.
    “I think so. Yes.” She didn’t want to worry him. “It’s a good thing. I just don’t understand it.”
    “Come over whenever you want,” he said comfortably. His new girlfriend was there, but she lived on a nearby farm, and he offered to run her home before Marie-Ange came over, and she didn’t seem to mind it.
    Marie-Ange was on his front porch twenty minutes later, and she had brought the manila envelope with her. “What’s that?” He noticed it instantly, and wondered if it was a transcript from college. He wondered suddenly if she had won another scholarship, but the look on her face told him it was something more important.
    “A lawyer came to see me today,” she said in an undervoice, so the rest of the family couldn’t hear what she was saying to him, and she trusted him completely. Her faith in him had never been unfounded, and she knew it wouldn’t be this time.
    “What about?”
    “Some money my father left me when he died,”she said simply, and his mind went swiftly, as hers had, to amounts in the thousands, if she was lucky. At least it would help her finish her education, and he was happy for her. “A lot of money,” she tried to adjust his thinking for him. But what had happened to her was inconceivable, and she knew Billy wouldn’t understand it any better than she did.
    “Like how