The Bone Hotel
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Hope Delaney is exhausted by her battle with alcohol and her shameful failures with men. When a desperate, wealthy matriarch seeks her help for the summer, she reluctantly accepts the job. Hope leaves her teaching position at the World’s End ranch and humbles herself, cleaning up after a fire that has destroyed much of an abandoned turn-of-the-century hotel that the locals claim is haunted.
While trapped in this small Texas town in blistering July, passions bubble up along with the heat. Hope’s complicated feelings of lust, self doubt, and a lifelong distrust of men threaten to destroy a newfound love interest. Her quest intensifies as lies are exposed and supernatural help is offered to battle the abusive demons of her past.
Is she courageous enough to face the truth? Hope must risk her reputation and her sanity by ripping through the veil between dimensions in search of answers that will heal and redeem her broken soul, unlocking the chains around her heart.
Mary-Keith Dickinson
Mary-Keith Dickinson has pursued a myriad of interests in psychology, art, and spiritual growth, focusing on psycho-spiritual life coaching and the holistic healing of soul wounds, both inside herself and in those who are drawn to a similar path of mind, body, and spirit integration. Coming from a family of artists and writers, Mary-Keith began keeping a journal at the age of eleven and considers this life-long exploration of self, along with a compassionate heart for people who suffer from fear, abuse, addiction, and self-doubt, to be the impetus for the issues experienced by the characters in her current series of books. Mary-Keith has two grown children and lives with her husband Karl in the Texas Hill Country.
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The Bone Hotel - Mary-Keith Dickinson
Copyright © 2020 Mary-Keith Dickinson.
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ISBN: 978-1-4808-8835-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4808-8833-3 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4808-8834-0 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020907940
Archway Publishing rev. date: 5/27/2020
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
About The Author
For my father, Keith Miller,
who taught me to swim in deep water.
PROLOGUE
July 18
Cypress Bend, Texas
Journal Entry
Twilight folds into darkness, leaving the moon blurry behind thick, humid air. I am stalking my personal phantoms into unfamiliar territory. Earlier while out for a drive, shouts of raucous laughter beckoned to me from a public picnic area by the Medina River. Several teenage boys pretended to ignore me—showing off, bragging, and chugging too many beers while swinging on a frayed rope over clear green water. I’m not sure why, but their bold antics made the bands around my chest relax.
In the days before alcohol trashed my will to live, wild antics and drunken night prowling were my favorite risk-taking behaviors. With survival instincts numbed, I didn’t care about personal safety. Now, after a few months of slapping myself sober, I sit alone somewhere in central Texas, contemplating how shaky and bizarre my life has become.
What will I do this summer without Micah and Dula? The two mother-orphaned children that I nanny on an isolated ranch, have been beating on my chest with tiny fists of need, worming their way under my crocodile skin. Little parasites. Their sharp sparks of love make me feel vulnerable and alive.
My portable citronella candle flame flickers and attracts flying bugs as wax drips onto the limestone boulder under me. The tall shadows of Cypress trees are giants, and for good or ill, they loom, surrounding me. Should I be afraid to be out here by myself? The waist-deep grass rustles as if someone or something is crouching, waiting to pounce. Did one of the horny boys sneak back to harm me? Screw it. I’ve given up trying to predict the next life-shattering moment.
One thing I’ve learned is that the Devil wears many masks—my father’s face as he crept into my childhood room at night as well as the blistering grins of judgmental do-gooders. I still hide from the multiple expressions of failure that superimpose themselves on my reflection in the mirror. Even though I sometimes experience a shaky sense of peace, many of the shadow-walkers from my past still wander unexamined hallways.
One of the ghosts that haunt me claims to be my personal Celestial Guide straight from the Seven Heavens—armed with maps showing the way out of Hades. I know how crazy it sounds, but sometimes the words from this metaphysical cheerleader bring comfort.
If I have invisible protection, then why can’t I sit by myself without worrying about getting raped, or worse? I’m afraid of so many things—being a woman, being alone for the rest of my life. Maybe I’m just afraid to exist at all.
CHAPTER 1
What’ll you have, hon?
says the pink-uniformed, bottle-black-haired woman as she pours me a cup of coffee—Patricia, according to her nametag. Perfectly cast in the role of skinny, middle-aged waitress in a small-town diner, she has a sharp voice, stringy neck, and vein-popped hands.
While I look over the menu, her head and eyes bob and dart, checking coffee levels and the cash register by the front door, one ear aimed toward the kitchen, as if she is gauging the sizzle of sausages. Pencil poised, she raises her meticulously drawn-on eyebrows.
So, Patty, what’s good?
I say in a cheery voice.
The air in the room shifts as if the other patrons have held their breath in unison.
Ding! Order up, Miz Patricia,
a cracking adolescent voice shouts through the service window.
Patricia looks slowly at me, head to toe, as if measuring me for a coffin. I don’t remember seeing you in here before.
She speaks like a police interrogator, leaning on the table, her pencil fisted like a weapon. It feels like I am supposed to have a permission slip from my mom. Fortunately, I have lots of experience with cops.
Forgive my disrespect, Ms. Patricia. My name is Hope Delaney. I work for Mick Flannigan out at the World’s End Ranch.
She crosses her arms and nods, rolling her eyes as I continue.
I just dropped off his children at the Saddleback Dude Ranch, and I’m famished.
I pretend to be undecided about my order just to aggravate her a tiny bit more. I don’t listen to loud music and promise to follow the speed limit. Anything else you were wondering?
Take that, bi-atch!
A man sitting at the counter chuckles into his napkin.
You want hash browns or grits with those pancakes?
Without waiting for my answer, she snatches my menu. You’re Jack Flannigan’s new girl, aren’t ya?
She says it as if there is a long list of Jack’s ex-girls written on the wall of the ladies’ room.
Grits. Wait, how did you know I wanted pancakes?
And how does this woman know about my boyfriend Jack? I’ve only been working at the ranch for a little over a month and even though I know that the Flannigans have ties to Cypress Bend, I can’t imagine who would have told her about me.
Patricia presses her lips together in a tight line, and a deep dimple appears on one crêpey cheek. You look like a flapjack girl to me.
Her play on words do not sound like a complement.
Like a six-armed goddess of destruction, she shows me her back, juggling the coffee pot and menu but still managing to bump the chuckling gentleman with her hip before disappearing into the kitchen. This waitress deserves a round of applause.
The man at the counter looks like he walked out of a modern Western movie—tall, bearded, and sunburned, with a plaid buttoned-down shirt stretched over a big gut and tucked into jeans. He twirls around on the stool like a kid and touches the brim of his faded Trophy Hunters cap. His wide smile exposes perfect dentures and dimples that connect to deep laugh lines.
Don’t let Patty get your goat, young lady. She’s protective of the Flannigans, Jack in particular. Can I join you?
He gestures to the seat opposite me and sits before I reply. He reaches his hand across the table. I’m Jacob Lindheimer. You didn’t have a chance, just now.
What do you mean?
Of escaping Patty’s shakedown. She knew all about you before you even thought about breakfast. By the way, you don’t have to call her Ms. Patricia—she was just messing with you.
So, Cypress Bend has a small-town psychic network?
Nothing psychic about gossip.
Patty’s my wife and she is the reigning Queen."
Are condolences in order?
Jacob’s coughed-out laugh leads to the customers turning around again. "Pretty and cheeky. Poor Jack must have his hands full." His eyes sparkle, and I suspect he is old man flirting.
Patty returns with our respective breakfasts, plates balanced up to her elbow. Like a Vegas dealer, she distributes the food, utensils, syrup, and Tabasco.
"What are you barkin’ at, old man? You’re disruptin’ my real customers."
Amazing,
I say, looking first at Patty and then at the delicious food.
What?
she says. You not used to seeing a hardworking woman?
Jacob grabs his birdlike wife by the waist, pulling her close in a sideways hug. Now, Patty-cakes, give the girl a break. She’s complimenting you, not breaking the law.
"Just don’t run my driver’s license," I whisper as I take another sip