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Authors: Nancy Fornataro
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he said quietly, as his thumbs and fingers ran across hers. They continued for seconds, before Nat came out of his apartment and walked towards them.
"That's about the ugliest thing I've ever seen," he yelled as he approached.
"No rest for the wicked," Matthew quipped, as they finished it up.
"I think it's beautiful," Bethany said proudly. "We just have to fire it then paint it."
"What is it?" Nat said doubtfully.
"Um," she thought for a minute, "well, we hadn't really gotten to that part yet. I guess it's a planter."
"Right," he said dryly. "For itty-bitty seeds."
She laughed and took off her apron. "I'd better go now."
After she'd left, Matthew realized he wouldn't see her for two more days, and he felt let down as he washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
"You okay?" Nat asked him , helping him with the process.
"I just won't see her for two days. I get used to her being around." He felt for the dish towel and dried his hands.
"Why don't you ask her out?"
"You just gave me an idea. Thanks Nat."
Nat shrugged. "Anytime, my friend."
That evening, after feeding Jacob and putting him to bed, Bethany sat in the rocking chair. Her sister had gone to a meeting and her mother was visiting a friend. The house was silent, and Bethany thought these were the moments she dreaded. The loneliness set in on her then, and her tears began and didn't let up until her cell phone rang.
Wiping her eyes, she answered.
"Bethany, it's Matthew."
"Yes. Hi. Is anything wrong?"
"No. I just wanted to ask you something."
"Yes?"
He hesitated.
"Don't tell me our pot fell apart," she said with a laugh.
She could tell he was smiling as he said, "No. It's all still in one piece. I'm not sure if that's good or bad news."
They both laughed at that.
"I just wanted to ask if you might like to go with me to church on Sunday," he said, finally.
She thought for a few seconds. "As I told you, I haven't been to church since...well for quite a long time."
"He's still there," he said quietly. "God's still there. And I imagine quite a few people who would love to see the little baby they've been praying for."
"I suppose so. Would you pick me up?"
"Absolutely. I'm having Ollie install a special baby seat. And you have Jacob's little helmet?"
"I can't thank you enough for that," she said gratefully. "He looks a bit like an astronaut but he doesn't seem to mind it."
"All right. It's settled then. We'll go to the 10:30 service. That will give you time to get him ready."
But Sunday arrived and Jacob was not happy, just generally fussing. Bethany almost called to cancel, but her mother talked her out of it.
Ollie came to the door and helped her out with Jacob, as well as fastening him to the baby seat and loading his diaper bag in the trunk.
"He's not a happy camper," she said to Matthew as she sat next to him and fastened her seatbelt.
She thought Matthew looked very handsome in a three piece black suit and patterned tie.
"If he's too bad, I can hold him in the outer garden on a bench," he said.
"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that," she said.
He just smiled, and reached over to hold Jacob's little hand.
They arrived a bit early, and the parishioners came up one by one to introduce themselves to her and admire little Jacob's white shirt and vest with matching pants.
"I think he'll be okay without the helmet here," she said as she held Jacob against her shoulder, bouncing him up and down.
Bethany was surprised, as Matthew seemed to know almost all the parishioners by their voices.
Soon, they were ready to go inside the church. She took a deep breath and followed Matthew and Ollie. "Here's your bag, then," Ollie said, handing her the diaper bag as she sat down.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
She wasn't quite prepared for her profound feelings at entering the church again after six months. Matthew sat next to her, and patted her hand. Her tears started then and she wiped them away with Jacob's little cloth. "Oh, I just
"That's about the ugliest thing I've ever seen," he yelled as he approached.
"No rest for the wicked," Matthew quipped, as they finished it up.
"I think it's beautiful," Bethany said proudly. "We just have to fire it then paint it."
"What is it?" Nat said doubtfully.
"Um," she thought for a minute, "well, we hadn't really gotten to that part yet. I guess it's a planter."
"Right," he said dryly. "For itty-bitty seeds."
She laughed and took off her apron. "I'd better go now."
After she'd left, Matthew realized he wouldn't see her for two more days, and he felt let down as he washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
"You okay?" Nat asked him , helping him with the process.
"I just won't see her for two days. I get used to her being around." He felt for the dish towel and dried his hands.
"Why don't you ask her out?"
"You just gave me an idea. Thanks Nat."
Nat shrugged. "Anytime, my friend."
That evening, after feeding Jacob and putting him to bed, Bethany sat in the rocking chair. Her sister had gone to a meeting and her mother was visiting a friend. The house was silent, and Bethany thought these were the moments she dreaded. The loneliness set in on her then, and her tears began and didn't let up until her cell phone rang.
Wiping her eyes, she answered.
"Bethany, it's Matthew."
"Yes. Hi. Is anything wrong?"
"No. I just wanted to ask you something."
"Yes?"
He hesitated.
"Don't tell me our pot fell apart," she said with a laugh.
She could tell he was smiling as he said, "No. It's all still in one piece. I'm not sure if that's good or bad news."
They both laughed at that.
"I just wanted to ask if you might like to go with me to church on Sunday," he said, finally.
She thought for a few seconds. "As I told you, I haven't been to church since...well for quite a long time."
"He's still there," he said quietly. "God's still there. And I imagine quite a few people who would love to see the little baby they've been praying for."
"I suppose so. Would you pick me up?"
"Absolutely. I'm having Ollie install a special baby seat. And you have Jacob's little helmet?"
"I can't thank you enough for that," she said gratefully. "He looks a bit like an astronaut but he doesn't seem to mind it."
"All right. It's settled then. We'll go to the 10:30 service. That will give you time to get him ready."
But Sunday arrived and Jacob was not happy, just generally fussing. Bethany almost called to cancel, but her mother talked her out of it.
Ollie came to the door and helped her out with Jacob, as well as fastening him to the baby seat and loading his diaper bag in the trunk.
"He's not a happy camper," she said to Matthew as she sat next to him and fastened her seatbelt.
She thought Matthew looked very handsome in a three piece black suit and patterned tie.
"If he's too bad, I can hold him in the outer garden on a bench," he said.
"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that," she said.
He just smiled, and reached over to hold Jacob's little hand.
They arrived a bit early, and the parishioners came up one by one to introduce themselves to her and admire little Jacob's white shirt and vest with matching pants.
"I think he'll be okay without the helmet here," she said as she held Jacob against her shoulder, bouncing him up and down.
Bethany was surprised, as Matthew seemed to know almost all the parishioners by their voices.
Soon, they were ready to go inside the church. She took a deep breath and followed Matthew and Ollie. "Here's your bag, then," Ollie said, handing her the diaper bag as she sat down.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
She wasn't quite prepared for her profound feelings at entering the church again after six months. Matthew sat next to her, and patted her hand. Her tears started then and she wiped them away with Jacob's little cloth. "Oh, I just
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