impassive as a tombstone. My only clue was the strained up-and-down bob of his Adamâs apple.
âCall me when you need me,â he said.
When he was gone, I went to the vending machines and filled the pockets of my pink smock. Later, in the lounge after everyone else had left, I had a supper of cheese crackers and Snickers and didnât think about Marnie perhaps slipping to my home to be with my husband, to whom Iâd just given the perfect opportunity to have his affair.
Anything not to feel.
âNo wonder we canât pry you out of here, Sully. This place is amazing.â
Sully handed Rusty Huff a glass of iced tea and leaned with him on the railing of Porphyriaâs wraparound veranda. Below them a thick field of ragwort and bee balm tumbled toward the woods in happy abandon. Beyond, the Smokies seemed to drift in a bluegray mist.
âPorphyria admits God doesnât live here,â Sully said, âbut she swears this is where He spends most of His time.â
âIt was the perfect place for you to heal.â Rusty took a sip from the glass and looked at it reverently. âDid God make this too?â
âClose.â Sully grinned. âPorphyriaâs trying to teach me, but Iâm pretty much hopeless.â
âYeah, we all give anything you cook a wide margin.â
Rusty furrowed his forehead, and Sully knew he was about to say something that made a huge amount of sense. It was the reason Sully had chosen him as acting head of Healing Choice Ministries in his absence.
âSoâyou planning to bring everybody up here for healing?â Rusty said.
âWho?â
âYou havenât given me anything for the DVD. I thought maybe you were planning a retreat for all the hurting people who need what youâve learned.â Rusty looked into the glass as he swirled the ice. âI think youâve got the lamp-under-a-bushel thing going on.â
Sully left the railing and dropped into a padded wicker chair. âI donât think the DVD idea is going to work. I looked at what Iâve filmed so far, and I come across more like a prisoner of war than a spiritual-health guru.â
âYeah, youâre pretty scrawny-looking right now, but we can doctor that up.â
Sully shook his head. âI just canât get it all to come together yet.â
âSo maybe a full-blown DVD isnât what you need to do right now. Maybe itâs more about the process. What about a series of podcasts?â
Sully picked up his glass. âYou mean like for the HCM Web site?â
âRight. Like an audio magazine subscription. People can receive them however often you upload them and listen to them at their leisureâon their iPods or whatever. You can do one a week, more if you want.â
âItâs not a matter of want . Itâs a matter of can. â
âOh, come off it, Sully.â Rusty narrowed his gold-flecked brown eyes. âSo youâre not the all-knowing Dr. Sullivan Crisp anymore. Personally, I like you better this wayâa little more scarred, a little less I-got-it-all-under-control.â
âYou got that right.â
âThen let people see that they donât have to be at the top of their form all the timeâthat you struggle too.â He bounced his fist lightly off Sullyâs shoulder. âThatâs what you would tell anybody who came to a Healing Choice clinic.â
âI hate it when you throw my own words up in my face.â
âYeah, it stinks.â
âPodcasts,â Sully said. âWhat else ya got?â
âNothinâ.â
âIs that an ultimatum?â
âI wasnât going to call it that.â
Sully turned at the weight in Rustyâs voice. He studied his sweet tea. âWhat?â he said.
âKIHS in Burbank has taken you off the air. They said as soon as you have something fresh theyâll be all over it. And theyâre not the
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