Finding Ashley by Danielle Steel (best ebook reader for ubuntu .txt) 📕

“Things happened that made it seem like the right choice, the only choice, at the time. It’s hard to explain.”

“You were a good little actress. You had talent. One minute you were starting to get good breaks, and the next minute you were gone.”

“Sometimes the careers we choose when we’re young aren’t the right ones for us. You gave up writing, and you had a lot more talent than I did. When I went to L.A., I realized acting and Hollywood weren’t for me.”

“That’s different. I couldn’t do it anymore after Robbie died. Feeling anything was just too painful. I wanted to be numb. You have to feel everything in order to be a decent writer. You can’t run away from the truth. And after Robbie, the truth just hurt too much, that he was gone and I’d never hold him in my arms again. I stopped feeling anything for Carson, or for anyone. It’s why I never blamed him for having an affair. I needed to stop anything I was feeling, for a long time.”

“And now?” Hattie asked, worried about her.

“I love my house, and I’m happy to see you again,” she said. She hadn’t opened the door wide to her, but it had opened a crack, and for now it was enough. “And sitting here like this, you don’t seem like a nun, just the sister I grew up with.”

“Thank you for letting me come,” Hattie said, deeply moved by Melissa’s openness with her.

“I think I needed to see you. It was very strange. The fire that almost took my house was started by an arsonist. When I found out, I hated him. I wanted him to rot in prison for what he’d done. I went to see the arraignment, like going to a public hanging, and all I saw was this terrified seventeen-year-old kid who’s had a terrible life, and is probably very sick. He wasn’t the monster I expected him to be, and as I drove away from the courthouse, I realized that I had forgiven him. He has bigger problems than my hating him, and he’ll probably never have a decent life in a mental hospital or in jail. Hating him was too heavy a burden to carry, and I realized then that I wanted to see you, and I couldn’t blame you forever for becoming a nun. You weren’t part of what happened at Saint Blaise’s. I can’t blame you for that. And if you’re happy with the life you’ve chosen, I don’t understand it, but I’m happy for you, and I’m okay with it.” A tender look passed between them, as Hattie reached out and touched her hand.

“I’m a nurse too, don’t forget that. I love the hospital work I do. My best years were at the orphanage in Kenya. Maybe it was a little bit like this house is for you. Being there healed a lot of my old wounds. I’d like to go back again one day, if they’d send me. But for now I’m satisfied with what I’m doing. And maybe we can see each other from time to time.” Hattie really hoped so. She had missed her so much.

“Do you want to spend the night?” Melissa asked her gently, and Hattie answered with regret.

“I can’t. I promised I’d be back tonight, and I’m on duty at the hospital tomorrow. They’re short-staffed and I can’t let them down.” Melissa nodded, and understood. She was grateful for the time they’d had.

“Next time. I want you to come up again,” Melissa said. “But I’m never going to turn this into a convent retreat,” she said, and they both laughed. It had been an important day for both of them, and explained some things that Hattie had never fully understood before. She was horrified by Melissa’s story about the convent in Ireland where she had given birth to her first baby and given her up. Hattie suspected that it would haunt Melissa until her dying day. She wished that she could do something about it, but it was too late. Melissa had lost both her children, and she had to find a way to live with it. She seemed as though she had, but it had marked her deeply, just as events in Hattie’s life had marked her. Life was like that, and they both knew it. The old wounds healed eventually, but the scars remained. And Melissa was deeply scarred by the baby she had given up at sixteen. There was no guilt involved in Robbie’s death, they had done everything they could for him and it had been a cruel turn of fate. But she would feel forever guilty for giving up a baby girl named Ashley, and allowing the nuns to take her away and sell her to strangers. Her mother had made it happen so she wouldn’t be embarrassed with her friends. There were some things Melissa could never forgive, and Hattie had paid a price for it too. Melissa’s profound hatred of nuns as a result had separated them for years.

They spent the rest of the day walking around the property, and sat at the edge of the stream, with their feet dangling in the cool water. Melissa served her a hearty lunch, and packed some fruit and snacks for her, and a sandwich for the drive back.

They hugged each other and meant it for the first time in years. They had cleared the air, as much as it was possible, and no longer blamed each other for the choices they had made and things they hadn’t done. Some of it just couldn’t be helped. In different ways, their mother’s zealous Catholicism had marked both of them. But in spite of all of it, they still loved each other.

Melissa stood in the driveway and waved as Hattie drove away. It had been a perfect day for both of them, and some old mysteries had been explained and