Free Silence Of The Hams by Jill Churchill

Washington mainly. Like a pair of hippies, except they were kind of late to qualify. I don’t think they ever stayed anywhere more than a couple months. As if they were afraid of making friends or forming bonds with anyone.“
    “—and having them broken, like with the baby?“ Jane asked.
    “I guess so. Not that Sarah would say so. Sarah wouldn’t say anything personal. We became cordial acquaintances. She always let me know how to reach them if I needed to. Our parents had died before this all happened, but our grandmother was still living and Sarah was concerned about her. It was the one thing we still shared, our love of Gramma.“
    “My mother thought the world of your grandmother,“ Shelley said, taking back the tissues and dabbing at her own eyes.
    “She was a lovely person. I moved in with her and took care of her for the last year, and she was never once pathetic or self-pitying. Better than I can claim.“
    “But she left the house to both you and Sarah?“ Jane asked.
    “Oh, yes. I insisted. She wanted to leave it to me, but once I made her understand that I wanted her to leave it to both of us, she went along with that. She and I both thought that if we could just get Sarah back home, she’d be helped by some kind of hometown magic.“
    “It still might be true,“ Jane said. “This is a setback, but the doctor could be right that it was mostly the strain of opening the deli that got her down.“
    “Maybe,“ Grace said. But she didn’t sound much as if she meant it.
    “Had she changed any?“ Shelley asked. “Since they’ve been back here, I mean? I’d think the very fact that she and Conrad were willing to stay here and set up the deli instead of selling the house was a good sign.”
    Grace considered this. “I think it was mainly Conrad’s idea. And she feels that after all he’s been through with her, she owes it to him to do what he wants for a while. Of course, that’s the silliest sort of speculation. She’s never said a word to me about what she wants or thinks or feels.“
    “Never?“
    “Oh, she talks. She tells great stories about their life in the lumber camps. She has a gift for saying a few things about a person and you feel you know all about them. And they came across a lot of real characters. To tell the truth, I found myself really envying the complete freedom of their life. Always a new place, new people, new sights. Jane? You’re frowning. You wouldn’t agree?“
    “Sorry, but no. And you might not either if you’d grown up that way. I never went to the same school for two years in my life. You and Shelley may not have been in constant touch all these years, but you have something in common that I’m green with jealousy about—a common past.“
    “Oh, Jane,“ Shelley said, “don’t be maudlin. You know I’ve given you half my past.”
    Jane laughed. “Only the dirty, wrinkled parts.“
    “The dirty parts are the best,“ Shelley said. “Grace, didn’t Sarah show any enthusiasm about opening the deli? Was she actually antagonistic about doing it?“
    “Oh, no. She’s not antagonistic about anything. You give her a job to do and she does it. And does it well, promptly and cheerfully. But in a strange way, that’s what makes her so frustrating. You keep waiting for the spark of genuine enthusiasm—about anything—and it never comes. It’s as if she’s a really competent actress, but not a brilliant one who can make her character come alive.“
    “Have you tried to get her to a shrink?“ Shelley asked bluntly.
    Grace didn’t take offense. “Of course. But she just looks at me like I’m the one who needs help and says she’s perfectly all right and why would I think otherwise. In fact, that’s the only dispute—if you could even call it that—I’ve had with Conrad. I suggested to him that she might benefit from some professional help and he cut me down like a cornstalk. No. That sounds nasty. He was quite pleasant and polite about it, but made