Four sisters, torn apart by time and secrets. Can they mend the broken fences that separate them?

When their father divorced their mother ten years ago, while she was in the early stages of cancer, the Michaels sisters were torn apart. Sharon, much like their mother, with an accepting, forgiving heart, and youngest sister, Helen, a fledgling actress driven by self-interest, live and work on their dad’s Friesian horse ranch in northern California. Kathy has struggled with insecurities, with men and while developing her first video game in San Diego. And Patti has nursed her mother all those years to her eventual passing. After their mother’s tension-filled funeral, which their father has the nerve to attend, Patti and Kathy begrudgingly accept his invitation to come to the ranch for a weekend.

Patti and Kathy have no idea what awaits them at the ranch house they once called home. There’s much the girls don’t know, about their father, their parents’ divorce, and their scheming baby sister. And what is driving Patti in her sudden plans to seek revenge against a long-ago boyfriend?

Can the sisters find it in their hearts to forgive and mend the broken fences that separate them, or will old transgressions keep them forever apart?

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Praise For Mending Fences

“… the author successfully pulls out all the literary stops when it comes to crafting an emotionally compelling tale about love, family, and second chances that is guaranteed to tug at the heart.” John Charles about Patricia Yager Delagrange’s Maddy’s Phoenix for Reader to Reader

Excerpt

Chapter One

Patti and her sister Kathy exited the limousine and walked toward the double doors of Alameda’s Greer Mortuary. Patti’s ponytail swung side to side in the light spring breeze coming off San Francisco Bay, the air whispering through the trees that lined the walkway leading to the entrance.

She grasped the brass door handle, paused, and turned to Kathy. “You ready for this?”

Kathy shook her head. Tears filled her eyes, then slowly dripped down her cheeks. “I know it sounds stupid, but I never thought we’d be doing this.”

Patti pursed her lips, then nodded. “Surreal, isn’t it?” She opened the door wide and was struck by the scent of lavender wafting in the air. She momentarily closed her eyes in thanks. A week ago, when Patti had met with Mr. Greer, she’d told him lavender was her mother’s favorite flower. She was so happy he’d been kind enough to remember.

She recalled the very last conversation she’d had with her mom. “Patti? Patticake?” she’d said, her voice raspy and dry from drinking so little water in the last few days before she passed away.

“I’m here, Mom.”

“I made it,” her mom had whispered.

“You made it? Made what, Mom?”

“To your birthday.” She coughed, and the rattling sound cut through Patti’s head like fingernails on a chalkboard. “Happy birthday, my dear, sweet Patticake.”

It was Wednesday, March twenty-ninth. Patti’s birthday was February fifth. Mom had once again gotten confused about time. Patti had leaned over her mom and kissed her on her smooth, cold cheek. “I love you, Mom. Forever and a day.”

“Don’t forget … lavender. Don’t … forget me,” her mom had said. Then her eyelids shut halfway, remained that way for several seconds, then closed.

“I won’t, Mom,” Patti had said. “Mom? Mom? Mom?” But her beloved mom had nodded her head slowly twice, smiling. She never opened her eyes again.

Patti gave herself a virtual shake, willing the memories away … for now. She linked arms with Kathy, and they walked toward the wide-open chapel doors, their footsteps muffled on the plush, red carpet.

Kathy hesitated at the mortuary’s chapel doorway. “I can’t do this.”

Patti grasped her sister’s hand and squeezed. “You’ll be okay, Kath,” she whispered. “We’ll both be okay.”

Patti’s heart rapped an uneven beat as they made their way past pew after crowded pew. Her ears tingled with the undercurrent of whispers. Just a few more steps before we reach the open casket.

Slowly, Patti stretched out her hand toward the edge of the coffin and curled her fingers over the white satin. She glanced at her sister. Kathy’s eyes were closed, and she was whispering under her breath.

“Kathy?” Patti said. “What’re you doing?”

Kathy inhaled deeply through her nose, releasing it in a long breath. “Please don’t let Mom look like a porcelain doll in a box. Please, please, please.”

Patti glanced down at her mom. Again, Mr. Greer had done as she’d asked. Rose-red lipstick tinted the half smile on her mom’s lips, and her hair was just as she’d always styled it. She looked as if she’d sit up at any moment and shout, “Surprise!”

“She looks exactly like Mom, Kathy.”

Kathy turned to face her sister, eyes squinted tightly shut, their noses almost touching. “I can’t look at her.”

Patti’s eyes burned. She’d cried so much in the last few days, she didn’t understand how her body could possibly produce any more fluid. She felt completely drained. Patti grasped her sister’s shoulders. “Kathy, she looks exactly as she used to, before hospice came into the picture.”

A glimmer of a smile stretched across Kathy’s face, and she opened her eyes. “She looked so good last year, didn’t she?”

Patti nodded. “That’s how she looks now, Kath.”

“I’m glad I came up at the end,” Kathy said, her voice wobbling.

“You got to say goodbye. And that’s such a blessing.”

“But it killed me to see her lying there, sick and feeble. She was always so full of life.” Kathy’s voice hitched. “I loved her so much.”

“You kissed her. She smiled back at you. She knew who you were. Remember that. Hold tight to the memories. And we have so many good memories, Kath. All those years at the ranch. Birthdays, Christmas. Easter.”

Kathy gripped Patti’s hand, hard. “I’ll regret it if I don’t look her in the face and tell her I love her one last time, before they …” She drew in a deep breath. “Before they—”

Patti reached up and tucked a shock of strawberry-blonde hair behind her sister’s ear, looked into her eyes. “And to dust we shall return.” She paused. “I’ve got your back. I’m right here.”

Kathy intertwined their fingers. “Don’t leave me.” She faced forward and slowly looked down into the casket. “Oh. My. God,” she mumbled. “She’s dead.”

Patti squeezed her sister’s hand tighter. “I know.” She hadn’t thought her mom would die this soon either. Or was that only wishful thinking? How about flat-out denial?

Yes, Mom had had Stage Four ovarian cancer, but she’d gone through fourteen rounds of chemotherapy over the past ten years. Patti had been sure that after her mom had endured months of vomiting, losing her hair, not eating, and feeling like crap, all those toxic chemicals would have made a difference. Well, they hadn’t. The CA-125 tumor marker had kept shooting up and up, until the future was too obvious to ignore.

“The cancer’s metastasized,” Dr. Cecchi had told her. “Gone to her lungs, bones, her brain. She might live three months, but that’s being generous,” he’d added. Damn him and his prognosis.

Then, everything had gone to hell in a hand basket, as her dad used to say.

And now here we are, teetering at the edge of Mom’s coffin, holding on for dear life. Unlike Mom, who wasn’t able to hold on to her life at all. Patti tried hard to stifle a sob, covering her lips with her fingers.

“We’re orphans,” Kathy whispered, not taking her eyes off her mother’s face. “We don’t have a mother anymore.”

Patti drew in a deep breath and was silent for several seconds. “We’re not orphans. There’s still Dad.”

“Really, Patti?”

Patti sniffed and swiped at her tears. “He’s here, you know.”

“You mean in town, or in the funeral home right now?”

“Here. Now. In the back.”

“But what’s he doing here?”

Patti sighed. “They were married for more than thirty years.”

“But I haven’t spoken to him in a decade.” Kathy shook her head. “I can’t handle this. I have to get out of here.”

“Listen to me, Kathy. Mom wouldn’t want that. She still loved Dad even though they weren’t married any longer. They remained friends. Honor that.”

Kathy sidestepped to the right, reached the pew located next to the casket, and knelt down, clasping her hands on the padded railing. “Is there some way I can leave without talking to him? A secret side door? I just want to go back to your house.”

Patti stood next to her sister and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Are you forgetting we still have to go to the cemetery?”

Kathy bowed her head, leaning her forehead on her clutched hands. “Ugh. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course I’m going to the cemetery.”

“Remember when you, Mom, and I walked through the Piedmont Cemetery? That one in Oakland? It’s so gorgeous, and the gravestones date back to the early 1800s. It was so peaceful. Mom loved it there.”

Kathy nodded.

“Just talk to Dad, Kath. Get it over with.”

“He’s coming to the cemetery, too?”

“I would imagine so.”

Kathy shoved herself upward. “Promise you’ll stay right next to me.”

“Forever and a day.”

Kathy swiped at her moist cheeks with a hankie. “You’ve been saying that since we were kids.”

“And I’ll say it till the day I die.”

“Don’t talk about dying,” Kathy hissed. “I’m teetering on the edge as it is.”

“I’m not dying. In fact, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Kathy’s lips quirked up at the edges. “Not for lack of trying.”

“Where would we be without the sarcasm?” Patti reached out and hugged her sister. “He’s in the last row to your left,” she whispered in her ear. “Time to face the music.”

“I noticed someone just started playing music. You know how I love organ music.” Kathy dabbed at her eyes with her damp hankie.

“I hate organ music as much as you, but it comes with the funeral territory,” Patti said. “Did you expect Jimi Hendrix?”

Kathy smiled for the first time in weeks.

Smiling had faded, along with laughing, and then departed along with their mom. “Can you at least try to be nice to him?” Patti said. “Mom would have wanted that.”

“Why should I?” Kathy huffed.

“Underneath all that indignant behavior, you’re just a big softy.”

“Big being the operative word.”

“You look just fine the way you are.”

“If I could just lose the last, what, forty pounds?”

“Don’t exaggerate.” Patti reached for Kathy’s hand, and the two sisters turned to face the back of the room.

Kathy gripped Patti’s hand as they walked down the center aisle. “He already left,” she said under her breath. “What did I expect? He left her ten years ago, too.”

Patti tugged on her sister’s hand, and Kathy turned toward her. Patti lifted her chin slightly.

Kathy followed her sister’s gaze. “My God. He looks like he’s eighty years old.”

“Eighty-three, to be exact.”

“Last time I saw him, he had at least some hair. And he had a pot belly back then, too.”

“That was before the divorce.”

Kathy turned to Patti. “Which one?”

Patti elbowed her sister in the side. “His thirty-two-year-old mistress-turned-wife-for-ten-seconds really took him to the cleaners.”

“Serves him right for divorcing Mom in the middle of her first round of chemo,” Kathy muttered.

“Well, he lost a bundle. I guess karma’s a bitch. But, hey, I never met her. Did you?”

Kathy shook her head. “Wasn’t interested.”

Bill Michaels stepped out of the pew and stood in front of his daughters. Opening his arms wide, he smiled. “How’s my Katydid?”

Kathy lifted an eyebrow. “I’m no longer your Katydid.”

He dropped his arms to his sides, frowning. “Still mad at me?”

Patti leaned in and gave her dad a quick hug. “How’re you doing, Dad?”

He switched his gaze to Patti and nodded. “Not too bad. Gettin’ older.”

“Aren’t we all? Where’s Helen, and Sharon?”

“Something came up at the ranch. They’ll be here soon.”

Patti looked at him askance. “But both of them are coming, right?”

“Of course they’re both coming. Why would you even ask?”

Patti glanced to the side and pulled in her lips, then said, “Because Helen rarely came to see Mom when she was sick. So she might not bother now.”

Kathy suddenly stepped out of their little circle. Her father grasped her forearm.

“Wait! Katy … uh, Kathy,” he stuttered.

Kathy looked at his hand on her arm.

He instantly let go of her. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings.”

Kathy lifted her eyes to meet his. “You’re just now telling me you’re sorry? Seriously? After ten years?”

“Just because I divorced your mother doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

Kathy’s face flushed ruby red. “Not only did you leave Mom for someone younger than your own daughters, Dad. You left her when she needed you. She had cancer. What kind of man leaves his wife during a severe medical crisis?”

“Lower your voice, please,” he said quietly.

“You shouldn’t even be here.” Kathy’s tone grew angrier with each word.

Their father pursed his lips, looking as if he’d just sucked on a slice of lime. “Your mother and I were married for thirty years. I loved her,” he whispered.

Kathy pulled back. “You loved her? Loving her didn’t stop you from having affairs.”

“I didn’t have affairs, Kathy. I fell in love with another woman at a time when your mom and I were having problems. Our marriage had already deteriorated. We were talking about getting a divorce.”

Kathy turned her gaze to the ceiling and sighed. “Do you think we’re all stupid? Everyone—me, Patti, Helen, Sharon—we all knew about your little liaisons. Plural, Bill. You can’t kid a kidder, as you always said.”

Her father pointed his finger in her face, which only served to egg Kathy on even more. “There was only one other woman, Kathy.”

“You had a woman—Mom. And she was a fantastic person. But she got cancer, so she was no longer perfect. Was that it?”

Bill shook his head. “You don’t understand.”

Kathy looked him in the eyes. “No, I do not.”

“Why is it you think you can talk to me like this? What do you want to hear? That I fell in love with a younger woman who took all my money? Don’t you think I already feel like a fool? And why do you insist on calling me Bill? You’re my daughter. That’ll never change, Kathy. I love you.”

“I don’t know if I love you anymore. When you ditched Mom in the middle of chemo, Dad, it was the worst time of her life. What if someone did the same thing to you? And did you ever think how difficult it was for her to leave her job? Working as a psychologist was her passion, and she had to quit so she could be treated for cancer.” She whipped around and ran out of the room, tripped over the doorjamb leading to the parking lot, and fell flat on her face.

Patti ran after her, grasped her sister around the stomach, and pulled her to her feet.

Kathy gasped. “Wha-what’re you doing?”

“I couldn’t take being in there either. Let’s wait in the limo.”

Kathy swiped at her tears with a hankie, then looked at it and groaned. “Do you have a Kleenex?”

Patti drew a tissue from her purse and stuffed it in her sister’s hand. “Let’s get outta here.”

They walked toward the limo, which was parked at the side of the funeral home’s front doors. The driver opened the rear door and stepped aside.

Kathy slid into the backseat, and Patti followed her.

They both snuggled into the thick cushiony leather. Patti sighed. Kathy followed with a sigh of her own.

“I’m surprised Charlie didn’t come up for the funeral,” Patti said.

“If you want to see him so bad, you could come visit me.”

Patti’s eyebrows drew together. “What the hell are you talking about? It’s not like San Diego is that far away. I haven’t visited you because I couldn’t get any time off work.”

Kathy bent her head and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She looked at her sister. “I’m being a bitch because I’m pissed off that Dad’s here.”

Or maybe because Kathy had never gotten over the fact Charlie was in love with Patti first. But that was so long ago, and Patti was going to do everything she could to dissuade Kathy from her misconstrued belief that he was still in love with Patti. Patti was definitely not in love with him.

After their parents’ divorce, Kathy had moved away from the ranch to take a job in San Diego. There she discovered Charlie had a yacht business in La Jolla. He and Kathy had met for coffee, and Patti was happy they had found each other. Though it had been somewhat of a surprise … Had Patti’s heart pinged with a tinge of jealousy when she heard about her sister’s new romance? Of course not. As her dad always said, that boat had already sailed. What an appropriate pun, given Charlie’s entrepreneurial interest.

Kathy leaned her head back and shut her eyes. “I’m emotionally exhausted.” She flicked open one eye. “Wake me when we reach the cemetery?”

Patti settled into the seat and stared out the side window. “I’m not in love with your boyfriend, Kath.” She turned to her sister, and their eyes locked. “And he’s not in love with me.”

Kathy sat in silence for a moment, a moment too long for Patti. Finally, Kathy looked into her sister’s eyes and said, “I think I know that in my head. But my heart’s a different thing altogether.”

“For God’s sake, the thing with Charlie was way back in high school. I swear to God, I don’t even think about him any longer. And you’ve seemed so content since you’ve been with him. I’m happy for you. For both of you.”

Kathy rested her head back. “I’m sorry. I love you, Patticake.”

Patti stared at her sister’s face, which for the first time in months looked almost serene. “I love you, too, Katydid.”