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The Studio
The Studio
The Studio
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The Studio

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Rebecca Blakeley's neighbor Walker Rumpf, a cunning lawyer, doesn't want her to build her dream art studio in her front yard. She is an intense woman determined not to let him get his way. Her efforts are thwarted at each turn which only makes her surer. The chance discovery of a lost key from her youth uncovers secrets between her and Walker, causing her to question the direction her life took. At her weakest, she looks to the God of her youth. Can she recapture the faith she once had? How will that guide her in an important choice she has to make?

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Release dateFeb 11, 2019
ISBN9781386404279
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Carol Caldwell

Carol Caldwell writes children’s and women’s Christian fiction. Her background includes an English degree from the University of Southern California. She is a member of the Northwest Christian Writer’s Association, and has attended conferences with SCBWI. Tari Books, an imprint of PDMI Publishing, published her first children’s book, “Princess to the Rescue,” in August of 2015. Carol lives in Washington State with her family and two dogs.

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    The Studio - Carol Caldwell

    Chapter 1

    Rebecca Blakeley’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the phone. Adam, you won’t believe what Walker has done now. Can you come over?

    Calm down, I’ll be over ASAP.

    Reb pressed off on her cell phone. Then she grabbed her winter coat, shoved her feet in fur-lined boots, and stepped outside onto the clear half acre in her front yard where her beautiful art studio was to be built. She stared at the spot that until today had been marked with stakes and twine, setting the boundaries of the studio. She tried to identify the emotions she felt. Anger? Disappointment? Frustration? Maybe all of them.

    Adam, her son-in-law and contractor for the project, drove up in his battered blue truck. He glanced over where the studio was supposed to be. Where are the stakes? What happened?

    Reb crossed her arms over her chest. Sometime between ten o’clock last night when I went to bed and about an hour ago, Walker pulled them up.

    Are you sure it was him? Adam asked. Reb thought he looked like he wanted to hit someone.

    I’m as sure as if I saw him do the deed. You know he doesn’t want me to build this here and he threatened to stop me. Who else would do a juvenile prank like that?

    Adam raised his arms. I have men coming this morning to dig the foundation. I’ve got to get the cement poured and set before the rains start.

    Can you tell where the stakes were? Walker left them in a pile by my front door. Reb hoped it would be a simple redo. Can you just put them back?

    I’ve got to measure to be sure.

    Reb ran to get the used stakes and brought them to Adam. I’ll help you measure.

    I’ve got this. You go inside. It’s cold this morning.

    Okay but come and get me if you need help. She patted Adam on the shoulder and walked back inside. She should have started the project last summer, but she didn’t have the money saved up until now. Adam gave her a family discount on his contracting fees, but the cost still chomped a big bite out of her budget. The studio would be a pay as you go venture.

    This art studio was the result of years of dreams, planning and saving. The property was perfect. She had been praying for a studio since she was in high school but she gave up on God when He didn’t answer. Now it was her turn to make the studio happen.

    After her husband Oscar died, she’d moved back home to Medford, Oregon where her roots were. She picked the house because of the acreage on the outskirts of town near her daughter and family, and spent months researching the effects of light on oil paint. With Adam’s help, she laid out the studio so that the windows would be angled just right to gather the sun’s rays into different corners during the day. The back-half acre was full of beautiful evergreens and native rhododendrons, but they filtered the sunlight too much. The building had to be in the front. And her neighbor, Walker, wouldn’t hear of it.

    SEVERAL HOURS LATER Adam knocked on her door. Stakes are back in the ground and I rescheduled the digging for tomorrow. The men will be here early. I want to get this done in one day, so I don’t have to pay for the equipment twice.

    Please, not before seven thirty. I don’t want to alienate the rest of my neighbors. She gave Adam a hug. Pass this on to Celeste and Becky. Oh, and tell Becky that I’ll call her to help me put up the Christmas decorations.

    I wondered why your decorations weren’t up yet.

    She smiled and winked. I’m waiting for Becky to come and help. Last year we decided we would do it together. That daughter of yours has quite an eye for interior design. A spark of pride swelled her heart.

    She takes after her grandmother. Adam winked back and put his pen away, closing his construction folder. Don’t worry about the studio. I’ll have my men start at a reasonable hour.

    Reb stood at the door, watching Adam climb into his old truck. She didn’t agree at first with her daughter’s decision to marry him. Beautiful Celeste could have had anyone she wanted, someone with prestige and money. But she chose Adam, a kind man and an honest worker. He did what he said he would do, and a man with those qualities was hard to find, like Oscar.

    Reb went to her dining table and began to address Christmas cards which she made from prints of some of her paintings. The doorbell interrupted her and she smiled. Every year she loved receiving piles of cards, piles so big they wouldn’t fit through the mail slot. She

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