In This Mountain
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The seventh novel in the beloved Mitford series, by the bestselling author of At Home in Mitford and Somebody Safe with Somebody Good
Father Tim and Cynthia have been at home in Mitford for three years since returning from Whitecap Island.
In the little town that's home-away-from-home to millions of readers, life hums along as usual. Dooley looks toward his career as a vet; Joe Ivey and Fancy Skinner fight a haircut price war that takes no prisoners; and Percy steps out on a limb with a risky new menu item at the Main Street Grill.
Though Father Tim dislikes change, he dislikes retirement even more. As he and Cynthia gear up for a year-long ministry across the state line, a series of events sends shock waves through his faith-and the whole town of Mitford.
In her seventh novel in the bestselling Mitford Years series, Jan Karon delivers surprises of every kind, including the return of the man in the attic and an ending that no one in Mitford will ever forget.
fencing.” “The way they say things over there, you’d think they live in a foreign country.” “They do live in a foreign country.” He went back to paging through the essays she had typed and printed out before the era of his own p.c. “OK,” she said. “OK what?” “If th’ mayor asks me, I’ll go. I’ll give up potatoes, gravy, bread, an’ ice cream startin’ in January. That way, I’ll lose ten pounds by May, which means I can get in that blue suit you’ve seen me wear, th’ one with th’ gold buttons,
been praying for you.” “Don’t stop.” “No, sir. I won’t.” “Bill will be all right. But his dog…” “Yes, sir.” The hand passed from 3:13 to 3:14. A June breeze poured through the open windows, bearing a scent of rain and leaf mold. “I’d better go,” said Dooley. “I know.” The boy stood; Father Tim looked at him, stricken. “I love you,” Dooley said with courage. His voice shook. I love you back, he thought, but could not speak. He sat in the study as Cynthia, looking disconsolate, went up
that he hadn’t experienced since her death. Perhaps he’d dreamed…. Father Tim sat at his desk, looking out to the space where the garage had stood. He was surprised by two extremes of feeling—he would miss seeing the moss on the roof tiles and the nest the swallows were building with daubs of mud; at the same time, the opening of the view gave him a sense of liberty he realized he’d been craving. He watched George Gaynor toss a couple of old boards into the bed of Harley’s truck, as Harley
yank ’is order out of ’im.” J.C. put his head in his hands. “Just once, man, heaven knows, just once…” “Just once what?” “Just once, order and get it over with.” “Right!” said Velma, gripping her order pad. “And make it snappy.” “Over light or not?” demanded J.C. “Over light, for Pete’s sake! White toast! Hold th’ butter! Grape jelly! Orange juice! Hash browns!” There was a stunned silence. “There, dadgummit!” Mule looked triumphant. “I hope y’all are satisfied.” “I cain’t believe it!”
grocery shopping and other errands were done. Yet here was Ed Coffey in the produce aisle of The Local, only a couple of feet ahead. When Father Tim first came to Lord’s Chapel, he’d often seen Ed at the Grill. Everyone agreed he’d been a decent enough fellow, born and raised just down the road, until Edith and Pat Mallory hired him. Soon after Pat dropped dead of a heart attack and tumbled down his hall stairs, the town saw a change in Ed. He became furtive, sullen, and short-tempered, as if