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“I left him with our relatives. I couldn’t do it on my own
anymore,” Amelia mumbled.
“I wish you had come to me. We should have talked about
it,” Reynolds answered, obviously annoyed.
“I didn’t think I needed your permission,” Amelia said.
“No, of course you don’t.” Reynolds took a quick look
around. All eyes were on him. “I’m concerned about his
medication. That’s all.”
“I know. I’m sorry, but you know how he is. It’s hard to stop
him sometimes.”
“Yes. I know. We’ll talk about it later,” the man said.
Only Josie seemed to realize how distressed Bernard
Reynolds was; only Josie seemed to hear the catch in the girl’s
throat. A lie of that magnitude was not easy to tell, and yet she
had done it. Josie had the feeling that she had done it because
her father – her dead father who had risked so much to bring
Josie here – would have wanted her to. So Josie did what she
had to do, too.
She left Ha Kuna House, taking her questions with her,
already making plans to get her mother home to Hermosa.
Bernard Reynolds moved to the doorway to stand beside
Amelia Francis and watch them go. When Josie and Stephen
were on the stairs he said:
“I wish you had consulted me about your father. I’d like to
get some information on his living arrangements.”
“But he’s not a resident. I was allowed,” Amelia answered.
“Technically, no, he isn’t, but we cared for him long before
you came to us. I can’t help but worry.” Bernard Reynolds
turned toward her. He was so close it made Amelia nervous.
“Tell me where he’s staying and with whom, and I’ll
coordinate his care.”
“You can just give me a prescription for his medicine.”
Amelia moved around him.