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"Rachel, why are you putting yourself through this?"
"There had to be something about her that wasn't wonderful. I mean… Did she snore?" She finally looked up and regarded him hopefully. "I don't snore."
He slipped his hand over her clenched ones. "Neither did she."
"Maybe she—I don't know. Put the newspaper in the trash before you had a chance to read it?"
"Once or twice, I guess."
She hated the compassion she saw in his expression, but she had to see this through. Her mind searched for something an almost-perfect woman might have done. "Did she ever… use your razor to shave her legs?"
"She didn't like the razors I used." He paused and regarded her pointedly. "Unlike you."
She began to feel desperate. Surely there was something. "I'm a very good cook."
If anything, his expression grew even more sympathetic. "She baked bread at least once a week."
The only time Rachel had tried to bake bread, she'd killed the yeast. "I hardly ever get traffic tickets."
He lifted one eyebrow.
She rushed on. "And sometimes people who are exceptionally kindhearted don't tell jokes well. They sort of screw up the punch line."
"You're reaching." He kissed her on the forehead, then let her go and sank back into the corner of the couch. "You really want to go through with this, don't you? Even though it doesn't have anything to do with you."
"She seems so perfect."
He took a deep breath. "All right, then. Listen up because I'm only going to say this once, so you'd better pay attention. I loved Cherry with all my heart, and now I feel the same way about you."
She exhaled a long, slow breath.
He said, "You might not have been able to save Dwayne's soul, but you sure saved mine. You pulled me out of all that self-pity I was caught in and turned my life upside down. I started to live again."
She could feel hers
elf melting, and she moved toward him, but he held up his hand. "I'm not finished. You're the one who brought this up, so now you can listen. Cherry was… She was almost too good. She never lost her temper, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get a bad word out of her about anybody, including people who were real creeps. Even if she was tired or not feeling well or Jamie had been acting up, she wouldn't snap or be grouchy, she'd just get quiet. She was so damned sweet."
"That makes me feel a lot better," she said dryly.
"Now here's the part I'm only going to say once." He drew a deep breath. "Sometimes living with Cherry was a little like living with Mother Teresa or somebody. She was so sweet, so reasonable, so damn good, that I didn't have a lot of room for error when it came to my own shortcomings."
Happiness unfolded inside her like a fan of rainbows. "Really?"
"Really."
"And with me?"
He smiled. "I have a lot of room for error."
She beamed at him.
"One other thing." He frowned. "Cherry used to hum. When she was cooking, cleaning, even reading a magazine, she'd hum. Sometimes it was okay, but other times, it kind of got on my nerves."
"Random humming can be annoying." Rachel found that she was starting to like Cherry Bonner.
"And the thing was… Because she always overlooked all my flaws, I could never get on her case about it."
"You poor thing." She bit her bottom lip. "Was she… I know I'm a jerk for asking, but… In bed?"
