She broke away from his grip. “No! That’s wrong.” She walked away, as if movement could bring about a different result. She wrapped her arms around herself. “He can’t play with people’s lives and then take his toys home, the winner. He can’t. It’s not…right.”
“I do law enforcement, not good works. That’s your field. Isn’t ultimate justice supposed to rest with God anyway?”
“Stop it! Don’t say it like that. Like it’s a bad joke on us.”
He moved toward her, the grass swishing around his legs. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s wrong.”
“I know it is.”
They were silent for a moment. Bob thumped into her legs and she bent down to scratch between his shoulders. “I don’t believe that God allows bad things to happen, that He can choose thumbs-up or thumbs-down for us.” She straightened and looked at Russ. “But sometimes it’s very hard to resist asking Him, ‘Why are you doing this?’ ”
His hands moved as if he wanted to hug her, but he stopped himself. “Come on. Let’s take the dogs as far as the cow fence before we go back.”
They walked through the fading light, the long grass rustling around them. Over the mountains, the sky was the color of bruised flesh. The Berns coursed ahead, black-and-white flashes amid the grayed gold and darkening green. The fence, rusty barbed wire and weathered posts, stopped them. They stood side by side, looking at the mountains and the sky. They did not touch.
He took his glasses off and polished them on his shirtfront. “Remember when you were getting me out of the helicopter? You told me to hold on tight?” He replaced his glasses and looked back to the high horizon. “I’m still holding on.” He glanced down at his hand. “I don’t know how to let go.”
“Holding on…” She bit her lip. Cleared her throat. “Doesn’t do you much good when the person you’re holding is falling, too.”
Gal bumped the side of her knee. She reached down to scratch her head. Bob barked once, twice. She turned and looked back along the way they had walked. The house seemed a long way off from this perspective.
“We better head back,” he said. “There’s a storm coming.”
“Yes,” she said. “I know there is.”
Acknowledgments
I would like to first thank my husband, Ross Hugo-Vidal, without whom, literally, this book could not have been written. Thanks to my thoughtful readers, Roxanne Eflin, Mary Weyer, and my mother, Lois Fleming. Thanks to my perspicacious editor, Ruth Cavin, and my inestimable agent, Jimmy Vines. Thanks to everyone who helped me with the details, especially my father, John Fleming, who let me fly his helicopter; Rachael Burns Hunsinger, for information on PCBs in the Hudson River Valley; Lt. Col. Les Smith (USA, Ret.), who taught me about falling; and the staff and clergy of St. Luke’s Cathedral, Portland, Maine, who continue to inspire me.
Finally, thanks to all the readers I met through e-mail or signings or at book group conference calls. This book exists because of you.
A FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD
Copyright © 2003 by Julia Spencer-Fleming.
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Discussion questions
Emil is a homosexual. Does the book underscore a perceived fear of the gay community or do you feel there is growing acceptance of this group by the general public?
Do you think the spiritual standards of Clare and Russ are similar?
In Chapter 10, Clare insisted she didn’t break her promise to Russ when she spoke with the news reporter. What is your view on this?
Does Clare become a protagonist/leader of a cause in the fight to help find Emil’s killer?
Charting the course of Clare’s relationship with Russ, do you feel a brother/sister relationship developed or has it built into something more?
Robert Corlew didn’t want St. Albans name tarnished. Do you think that Clare would have taken the same path if she knew how he felt previous to their discussion?
John Opperman was a steadfast character in the book. Was his behavior reasonable?
Clare and Russ worked at getting Waxman out of the helicopter, knowing it could explode at any minute; would you risk your life to save someone who was trapped and close to death?
Do you think the life that Clare lives is appealing?
Why do you think the author titled her book “A Fountain Filled With Blood?”
Discussion questions submitted by Marie Corcoran
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