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as well as a little peace and quiet.”
“ In contrast to...”
“ I believe I mentioned my two sisters. They weren't
exactly the quiet types.”
He laughed softly. “Where do they live now?”
She stiffened, hating this question. “I don't know.”
“ You don't know?”
She cringed at his shock. “You could also say we're
not close.”
“ So you have no contact with them at all?”
Not unless you count deleted phone calls .
“No.”
“ Well, I'm sorry, that must be very painful for you.”
“ Daniel, we're
estranged. We don't really want to see each other. Rough childhood and all that.”
“ Sorry,” he said, sounding chastened despite a
frown. “How long have you lived with Holly?”
Charity had lived with friends on and off until she'd
made her way to the city. “Um, about three years.”
“ Three years? ”
“ Yeah, why is that a shock?”
“ It seems just by length of time alone, she would know
some basic facts about you—like going to church.”
She shot him a sharp look. “She knows I'm a Christian.
I told her when I first moved in. I didn't want to end up in an
apartment that had a revolving door policy when it came to
entertaining people of the opposite gender, if you catch my drift.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I get your drift.”
“ And in exchange, she told me I was not allowed to
speak to her about God.”
“ Does that seem strange to you?”
“ Not really. I live in Portland.”
He nodded. “Enough said.”
“ Anyway, I'm feeling a burning desire to talk about
your TV appearances.”
Her words had the desired effect. He grimaced as he
pulled into the church parking lot. “Oh, darn, we won't have time.
We're here.”
“ Well, there's always afterwards,” she said
cheerfully.
Daniel twisted in his seat and faced her. “Actually,
there's something I'd like to talk to you about...afterwards.”
She didn't know how to decipher his expression beyond
knowing the subject was important to him. “Okay.”
He smiled, dispelling the odd moment.
She tilted her head. “You know, I'm not sure how I
survived three months of your passing acquaintance without seeing
your smile.”
“ I think it hurt me more than it hurt you,” he said
before climbing from the car.
Charity followed suit and adjusted her coat around her
shoulders. The rain had stopped but it was still misting.
“ Ready?”
She nodded and they
headed across the parking lot. Charity was struck anew by the organ
music and flickering candles as they entered the sanctuary. It was so
different than her other church experiences, but she found it
appealed to her more than she would've imagined. Maybe I'll
ask Holly to come. She would like the stained-glass windows for sure.
Would asking her to church constitute talking about God? If she came, Charity figured God could handle the talking to her
part. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she'd
done a disservice to her roommate. Not so much by her lack of church
invitations, but perhaps in the lack of attempting any relationship
at all.
Then again, it was hard to connect with someone who
filled up the tub with laundry starch and called it art.
As the service began, she shelved her questions for the
moment and concentrated on quieting her heart before God. Not an easy
task when one considered her seat mate.
***
I'm enjoying this way too much .
Daniel forced himself to concentrate on the sermon, but his thoughts
quickly wandered back to the woman next to him. He doubted she had
any idea how much it meant for him to share this experience with her.
He had to remind himself not to come on too strong. It was almost
miraculous she'd agreed to attend at all, especially after his petty
confession about withholding his smiles.
That was so dumb. Good grief .
He glanced over at
Charity and caught her staring at him. Her brow was raised. Oh,
great. Now I'm talking to myself. That's got to be attractive .
He knew his nerves were not totally due to
“ In contrast to...”
“ I believe I mentioned my two sisters. They weren't
exactly the quiet types.”
He laughed softly. “Where do they live now?”
She stiffened, hating this question. “I don't know.”
“ You don't know?”
She cringed at his shock. “You could also say we're
not close.”
“ So you have no contact with them at all?”
Not unless you count deleted phone calls .
“No.”
“ Well, I'm sorry, that must be very painful for you.”
“ Daniel, we're
estranged. We don't really want to see each other. Rough childhood and all that.”
“ Sorry,” he said, sounding chastened despite a
frown. “How long have you lived with Holly?”
Charity had lived with friends on and off until she'd
made her way to the city. “Um, about three years.”
“ Three years? ”
“ Yeah, why is that a shock?”
“ It seems just by length of time alone, she would know
some basic facts about you—like going to church.”
She shot him a sharp look. “She knows I'm a Christian.
I told her when I first moved in. I didn't want to end up in an
apartment that had a revolving door policy when it came to
entertaining people of the opposite gender, if you catch my drift.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I get your drift.”
“ And in exchange, she told me I was not allowed to
speak to her about God.”
“ Does that seem strange to you?”
“ Not really. I live in Portland.”
He nodded. “Enough said.”
“ Anyway, I'm feeling a burning desire to talk about
your TV appearances.”
Her words had the desired effect. He grimaced as he
pulled into the church parking lot. “Oh, darn, we won't have time.
We're here.”
“ Well, there's always afterwards,” she said
cheerfully.
Daniel twisted in his seat and faced her. “Actually,
there's something I'd like to talk to you about...afterwards.”
She didn't know how to decipher his expression beyond
knowing the subject was important to him. “Okay.”
He smiled, dispelling the odd moment.
She tilted her head. “You know, I'm not sure how I
survived three months of your passing acquaintance without seeing
your smile.”
“ I think it hurt me more than it hurt you,” he said
before climbing from the car.
Charity followed suit and adjusted her coat around her
shoulders. The rain had stopped but it was still misting.
“ Ready?”
She nodded and they
headed across the parking lot. Charity was struck anew by the organ
music and flickering candles as they entered the sanctuary. It was so
different than her other church experiences, but she found it
appealed to her more than she would've imagined. Maybe I'll
ask Holly to come. She would like the stained-glass windows for sure.
Would asking her to church constitute talking about God? If she came, Charity figured God could handle the talking to her
part. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she'd
done a disservice to her roommate. Not so much by her lack of church
invitations, but perhaps in the lack of attempting any relationship
at all.
Then again, it was hard to connect with someone who
filled up the tub with laundry starch and called it art.
As the service began, she shelved her questions for the
moment and concentrated on quieting her heart before God. Not an easy
task when one considered her seat mate.
***
I'm enjoying this way too much .
Daniel forced himself to concentrate on the sermon, but his thoughts
quickly wandered back to the woman next to him. He doubted she had
any idea how much it meant for him to share this experience with her.
He had to remind himself not to come on too strong. It was almost
miraculous she'd agreed to attend at all, especially after his petty
confession about withholding his smiles.
That was so dumb. Good grief .
He glanced over at
Charity and caught her staring at him. Her brow was raised. Oh,
great. Now I'm talking to myself. That's got to be attractive .
He knew his nerves were not totally due to
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