Charlaine Harris - An Ice cold Grave

"Yes," I said, because that was something I knew about. "It's hard for those left behind."

"You're thinking of your sister who's missing?"

"Yes, Cameron."

"Kind of ironic, huh?"

"That I can find everyone else but her? Yes, you could put it that way."

"Then that's what I'll pray about for you. That you find your sister."

Looking at Twyla's stricken face, for the first time I wondered if I really wanted to find Cameron. If it would really give me peace. I switched my gaze over to Tolliver. He was looking at Twyla with an unpleasant face. He thought she was making me unhappy, and he didn't think I needed any more unhappiness.

"Thank you, Twyla," I said. "I hope…I hope your remaining grandson brings you joy."

She almost smiled. "He will. Ain't nothing can replace Jeff, but Carson is a good steady boy."

She left soon after, because we didn't have anything left to say.

Tolliver said, "Tomorrow, if you don't have a fever, we're leaving this place."

"Absolutely," I said. "Maybe by the time I get to Philadelphia I will have healed enough that I won't scare the clients."

"We can cancel and go to our apartment and just relax for a couple of weeks."

"No," I said. "Back in the saddle again." And then I made an effort to smile. "And when I'm a little better than that, we'll see about really getting back in the saddle." I tried to leer, but the result was so ludicrous that Tolliver had to choke back a laugh.

But I poked him in the ribs, and he let it out.

Back in the saddle again.