she’s the woman who just got married a year ago and lives on the Eastern shore. I remember she’s older than we are. One summer when she was staying at your farm, she drove all three of us to Baltimore to go to the movies.”
“Well, remember she was at the funeral with her new husband?” Kelly nodded.
“She scribbled her new phone number on one of the programs and told me to call her if I needed anything.” Kelly shrugged. “Have you called her?”
“No, I figured she wouldn’t want to hear from me.”
“Why?” asked Christine.
“You know how people are at funerals. They always say call me if you need anything, and half the time they don’t really mean it.”
Kelly snorted. “And half the time they do. You should call your cousin.”
“I still might give her a call to talk. She used to like visiting here when she was younger. Maybe I can invite her and her new husband to come over sometime.”
“That sounds like a good idea. You can give her a call in the meantime,” commented Kelly, scraping the last of the ice cream from the container. Once she ate the last bite, she smiled warmly.
“I can’t believe you ate that whole carton of ice cream,” said Emily.
Kelly nodded. “I did, and now I feel so much better.”
A cow bellowed from the barn. “Frank and I went to the auction today; then we went to dinner afterward because we were hungry.” Since Christine didn’t know, Emily explained how Frank had helped her with a breach birth.
“Maybe you can invite him to church and try to convert him,” suggested Christine.
“Convert him?”
“Yeah, invite him to church and share the gospel with him. Maybe he’s bitter about something and mad at God.”
“Do you really think I should ask him to visit our church?”
“Yeah, of course. What do you think God would want you to do?” asked Christine.
Emily silently thought about Kelly’s and Christine’s advice.
Kelly patted her full stomach. “Isn’t it a shame? Another good-looking man wasted? All three of us are twenty-eight, and it looks like we’ll never find husbands.” She gazed at Emily. “Do you remember what you used to tell me when we were teenagers? You used to daydream about your ideal husband.”
Emily grinned, recalling those times. “Yes, I used to say that my husband would be living on the farm with me, and we’d be working side by side, taking care of the cows, raising kids together.”
Kelly continued. “Well, I’m wondering if any of us is ever going to find a husband. You haven’t been serious about anybody since you broke up with Jamal a year ago. You haven’t even been on a date since.”
Before Kelly and Christine took their exit, the three women joined hands and prayed for one another.
Frank pulled into the liquor store parking lot. He sat in the car for a few minutes, digesting all that had happened that day. He’d struggled all day and all evening about asking Emily out on a date. He was attracted to her, and even though he was upset with her decision about not spending time with him, he couldn’t really blame her for her choice. He respected that she stuck with her beliefs, and he felt he needed to make more of an effort to put her out of his mind. When they were sitting on her porch, he had suddenly realized this was the first day in a long time that he hadn’t thought about Julie. It was that thought that had bolstered him to ask her on a date.
Her refusal of his invitation was probably for the best. They were definitely not suited for one another. He exited his car, and his cell phone vibrated in his pocket as he entered the establishment. He flipped his phone open and walked toward the shelf that displayed his favorite scotch. “What do you want, Trish?” The sound of his sister crying made him stop. He softened his voice. “What’s wrong?”
“Frank, it’s Mark.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Did he get hurt?” he asked hurriedly.
She sniffed. “No, nothing like that.” In a
“Well, remember she was at the funeral with her new husband?” Kelly nodded.
“She scribbled her new phone number on one of the programs and told me to call her if I needed anything.” Kelly shrugged. “Have you called her?”
“No, I figured she wouldn’t want to hear from me.”
“Why?” asked Christine.
“You know how people are at funerals. They always say call me if you need anything, and half the time they don’t really mean it.”
Kelly snorted. “And half the time they do. You should call your cousin.”
“I still might give her a call to talk. She used to like visiting here when she was younger. Maybe I can invite her and her new husband to come over sometime.”
“That sounds like a good idea. You can give her a call in the meantime,” commented Kelly, scraping the last of the ice cream from the container. Once she ate the last bite, she smiled warmly.
“I can’t believe you ate that whole carton of ice cream,” said Emily.
Kelly nodded. “I did, and now I feel so much better.”
A cow bellowed from the barn. “Frank and I went to the auction today; then we went to dinner afterward because we were hungry.” Since Christine didn’t know, Emily explained how Frank had helped her with a breach birth.
“Maybe you can invite him to church and try to convert him,” suggested Christine.
“Convert him?”
“Yeah, invite him to church and share the gospel with him. Maybe he’s bitter about something and mad at God.”
“Do you really think I should ask him to visit our church?”
“Yeah, of course. What do you think God would want you to do?” asked Christine.
Emily silently thought about Kelly’s and Christine’s advice.
Kelly patted her full stomach. “Isn’t it a shame? Another good-looking man wasted? All three of us are twenty-eight, and it looks like we’ll never find husbands.” She gazed at Emily. “Do you remember what you used to tell me when we were teenagers? You used to daydream about your ideal husband.”
Emily grinned, recalling those times. “Yes, I used to say that my husband would be living on the farm with me, and we’d be working side by side, taking care of the cows, raising kids together.”
Kelly continued. “Well, I’m wondering if any of us is ever going to find a husband. You haven’t been serious about anybody since you broke up with Jamal a year ago. You haven’t even been on a date since.”
Before Kelly and Christine took their exit, the three women joined hands and prayed for one another.
Frank pulled into the liquor store parking lot. He sat in the car for a few minutes, digesting all that had happened that day. He’d struggled all day and all evening about asking Emily out on a date. He was attracted to her, and even though he was upset with her decision about not spending time with him, he couldn’t really blame her for her choice. He respected that she stuck with her beliefs, and he felt he needed to make more of an effort to put her out of his mind. When they were sitting on her porch, he had suddenly realized this was the first day in a long time that he hadn’t thought about Julie. It was that thought that had bolstered him to ask her on a date.
Her refusal of his invitation was probably for the best. They were definitely not suited for one another. He exited his car, and his cell phone vibrated in his pocket as he entered the establishment. He flipped his phone open and walked toward the shelf that displayed his favorite scotch. “What do you want, Trish?” The sound of his sister crying made him stop. He softened his voice. “What’s wrong?”
“Frank, it’s Mark.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Did he get hurt?” he asked hurriedly.
She sniffed. “No, nothing like that.” In a
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