tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357654002024-03-14T14:49:35.825-04:00Writer's SanctuaryA small spot for me to publish random thoughts that might help other writers find that tiny voice echoing feebly inside their heads.Dellani Oakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17537857916391453921noreply@blogger.comBlogger1690125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35765400.post-7981784189925477942023-08-31T08:00:00.001-04:002023-08-31T08:00:00.170-04:00Old Time Religion ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 51<p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Uvy8f8XgTPbhQo89ZWeb076fk9FpHJAfmp3lqlDsCsK3xi-_8Y5_3G8Xm08PmoPZ0JPoVxtVf8Ifp-zMilxJtdwq4xYTGq0KHpsR-Vqe0xKpvgxlp_rNl1y2IicLqbcZlCN4MCNeekZ-EIiBJ7mUvFdlcSKGnCLTOARubrXC6qIMlWkmHHAa/s419/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Uvy8f8XgTPbhQo89ZWeb076fk9FpHJAfmp3lqlDsCsK3xi-_8Y5_3G8Xm08PmoPZ0JPoVxtVf8Ifp-zMilxJtdwq4xYTGq0KHpsR-Vqe0xKpvgxlp_rNl1y2IicLqbcZlCN4MCNeekZ-EIiBJ7mUvFdlcSKGnCLTOARubrXC6qIMlWkmHHAa/s320/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br />Mrs.
Bannister bustled in a couple minutes after Obi and Clive arrived.
"Thank goodness you're here," she said to Clive. "One
of the urinals went berserk yesterday, and wouldn't stop flushing.
Your father shut off the water to it, but it needs repair."<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
have a look. Thanks, Lorna." Clive gave her a kiss on the cheek.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She
turned to Obi. "I have messages for you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"From?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Parishioners—about
Sunday."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
winced.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Don't
worry. Mostly positive. Only that woman who's married to Edward
Lancaster."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"His
wife, Denise?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's
the very one. She's threatening to pull their membership."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
did you tell her?" He took the stack of messages, pleased that
most of them were positive.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mrs.
Bannister sniffed loudly. "I told her if that was what she
wanted, she was certainly entitled to do so. She demanded an apology
for irritating her husband."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
wanted to laugh, but felt that the situation was a little too serious
for that. "And what was your reply?" he asked, choking
somewhat.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
told her that would definitively not happen, since it was her husband
who started the fracas."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Did
you say it exactly like that?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lorna
cut her eyes at him, looking like a coy owl. "Not entirely. I
might have gotten—slightly vernacular with her."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Lorna
Bannister, you never cease to amaze me!" Giving her a kiss on
the cheek, he went into his office.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive
came out of the men's bathroom, soaked. Patting himself dry with
paper towels, he wandered to Obi's office. Dripping in the doorway,
he wiped his face.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Do
you have a plumber you like?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
why?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Because
Abner must have jury rigged the handle. I can't get it apart. When I
tried, something broke, and I got a face full of water. I managed to
get the water shut off to the bathroom, but it's beyond my ability to
fix."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I've
got a number. One second."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
flipped through a calendar. Scrawled in the back was the name of the
plumber he liked. The family had been parishioners for six
generations, and gave him a discount. Fortunately, they did good
work, as well as doing it inexpensively. Fortunately, this was an
expense that the board wouldn't have to decide on, they would simply
accept the bill.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Give
me the number, I'll call. I can describe it better."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
soaked."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I've
still got my overnight bag. I ran a load of laundry last night, so
I'm good."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks.
I'll let you field that. I've got some calls to make, and I just
remembered the liturgical committee is meeting at noon. Mrs.
Bannister!" he called.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
Father?" she called back.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What's
for lunch today?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
got a variety of salads. Is that all right?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
perfect. Thank you!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Welcome!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive
stood there, laughing. "Do you always do that?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
I've tried the phone, but she won't answer. If I go to the door, she
thinks I'm spying on her. So we holler back and forth." He
shrugged. "It works for us."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Frankie's
starting her job at St. Blaise today."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's
fantastic!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Her
mom is there, talking her through."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"How
did they get there? I know Wynter didn't want to drive."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Father
Charlie got them. I said we'd pick them up at lunch time. If you're
here for the meeting, I'll get them and come back."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sounds
good. Where are Emily and Wynter?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wynter
didn't tell you?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No...."
He frowned.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Emily
is interviewing with Cisco's mom today."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And
Wynter?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's
a surprise."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Clive!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She
said she would tell you." Backing up, he held his hands up. "I
have to call the plumber," he rushed outside, his phone in hand.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Puzzled
and frustrated, Obi called Wynter. She didn't answer. Leaving her a
message, he fussed and muttered for a good thirty minutes. When it
became apparent that she wasn't calling back anytime soon, he took
his annoyance into the sanctuary. He told himself it was to check and
make sure the cleaners had done a good job, but it wasn't. He needed
something to do, and it was the only thing he could manufacture.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just
before noon, the liturgical committee members gathered in the
fellowship hall. Mrs. Bannister's salads arrived by Uber Eats. They
members served themselves, complimenting the meal—which seemed
silly, since Obi had nothing to do with it. He accepted their
comments politely, planning to share them with Lorna.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
was some service on Sunday," Max Horton, the committee chair
said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"In
a good way, or a bad way?" Obi asked, eyes narrowing.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good.
Very good. We should do that more often."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
all for it," Mrs. Crist said. "I had such fun. Who chose
the songs?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Dad
and I did," Obi lied. He wasn't about to tell these people that
he'd had nothing to do with it. Had they complained, he'd have gladly
cast his father under the bus.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
should do that old Doobie Brothers song," Mrs. Crist said,
humming a few bars.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's
<i>Jesus is Just All Right</i>," the music director said, making
a note.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Great
song. I always liked that one—by the Jewish fella—only it's about
Jesus," Mr. Horton hummed the distinctive beginning to <i>Spirit
in the Sky</i> by Norman Greenbaum.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Excellent
choice," Mrs. Crist agreed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"How
often do we want to do this?" Obi said. "I feel if we do it
too often, it will get boring."</span></span></p>
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somethin' difernt," Alvin announced as he plunked three bowls of
stew down. A basket of fresh bread and creamery butter joined them.
"Taste."<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
dutifully did. Closing his eyes, blowing over it like fine wine, Obi
smiled.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You've
added another herb." He took another sip, giving it the same
treatment. "Is that—fennel?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeup!
His idea." He jerked his thumb at the kitchen. "Like?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
do. It brightens it up, and brings out the flavor of the onions. Did
you use different onions, too?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeup—leeks
n' red ns."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's
delicious. Even better, and I didn't think that was possible."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Cool."
Nodding, he went back to the bar.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Others
came and went while they enjoyed their meal. It was mid-afternoon
when they left, with another loaf of Alvin's bread, and two growlers
of his home brew. Back at the cabin, they geared up for another
fishing trip. This time, all three went.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Slathered
with sunscreen, they sipped Alvin's beer, talking quietly about
various subjects. All of them had similar interests, which were
highly eclectic. The subjects varied greatly. During that time, they
managed to catch six fish. Deciding that was a good haul, they headed
back to the cabin.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi's
phone rang as they were tying the boat off at the dock. "Hiya,
beautiful," he greeted Wynter.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hiya,
handsome. How's your day going?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
told her what they'd been doing. "How about you?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We're
having a good day at home. Mom wanted movie madness. Emily wanted a
spa day, so we gave one another manicures and binge watched Hulu."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sounds
like a fun day."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
has been. When are you coming back?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Tomorrow
morning. Clive and I have to go right to work, but Eagle will be
doing—whatever he's going to be doing."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Having
a long talk with Sarah," Eagle said from behind Obi.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
sounds like a good idea," Wynter said, having heard Eagle.
"She's called twice, mildly freaking out. I guess he left an
enigmatic message on her voice mail?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No
idea. We told him he needed to talk to her about—various things."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
mean sex," she said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
How did you guess?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"They're
to a point where they need to do something definitive. He doesn't
want to push, she doesn't think she's ready—whatever the issue—I'm
too old for that stress."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
laughed loudly. "Are you? That's a pity, because it's a
conversation we should have, too." He stopped walking, letting
his brothers pass him on the path.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When
Wynter didn't say anything, he forged ahead. "I know we haven't
defined our relationship, but I'd like to be able to call you my
girlfriend. Would that be acceptable?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'd
like that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So
would I. In that capacity—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You'll
be wanting sex."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Eventually.
I know you're a born again virgin, and I accept that. But I hope you
see our relationship having staying power."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
do."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good.
Because I look at my future life, and I see you in it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She
gave a shuddering breath.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
haven't known each other long, but I connected with you on a
level—I've never been here before. No one makes me feel the way you
do."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"As
if you could leap tall buildings?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah.
Provided you asked me to. For you, I'd figure it out."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Me
too. I feel the same way. You're the man I've waited for, my entire
adult life."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And
you're the woman I've dreamed of."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She
sighed happily. A moment later, he joined her.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Obes!"
Clive called, holding up a fish.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
have to go help fillet the fish. I got out of it last night, by
making the sides. But I made enough for two meals."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No
excuse."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Nope.
And that beer won't drink itself."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Laughing,
they said goodbye.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sorry.
Had to have a conversation with Wynter."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And?"
Eagle asked, raising his eyebrows.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
officially have a new girlfriend."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Excellent,
dude," his younger brothers chorused, laughing as they pointed
at one another.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
fish won't fillet itself," Obi stated, picking up a knife.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Between
the three of them, the fish were quickly prepared. This time, they
wanted to marinate them for a little while. Obi set that up while the
other two cleaned out the grill, filling it with fresh coals. That
accomplished, they joined Obi in the kitchen. Clive made mashed
potatoes, and Eagle shucked some fresh corn they'd picked up at a
roadside stand on the way out.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After
another delicious meal, they cleaned up and went to bed early. Obi
and Clive had to be at the church by 9:00. Since it was nearly an
hour drive, at peak rush hour, they needed to give themselves a good
two hours.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
following morning, they cleared out the perishables from the fridge,
and put their trash in the trunk of the car. They intended to stop by
Slow Moe's and drop it in the dumpster. Alvin offered this amenity to
regular visitors. Grabbing coffee and fresh donuts at Moe's, they got
on the road. Clive drove, because Obi's shoulder was bothering him.
He'd overdone the day before, but wouldn't have traded the time with
his brothers for anything.</span></span></p>
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didn't even argue," Clive whispered hoarsely, following Eagle
inside.</span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Slightly
concerned about his youngest brother, Obi went into the house. The
brothers had put their dishes in the washer. He finished loading it,
setting it to start. He checked the cabin to make sure that the doors
and windows were secure, before heading to bed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">The
next morning, Eagle was up before his brothers, preparing biscuits,
bacon, hash browns and fried eggs. When it was ready, he called up
the stairs to wake them.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Coming!"
they replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Five
minutes later, they were dressed and downstairs. Obi offered
blessing, and they ate until they were stuffed. Nothing was leftover.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"When
did you want to head home?" Clive asked as they cleaned up.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
want to spend the day," Eagle said. "I have some thinking
to do, and I do it best up here."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
agree," Obi said. "You got a burning need to get home?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive
chuckled. "I have a blistering hot reason to get home, but I'll
survive. Did you want to spend another night?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
thought we'd go back in the morning."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
like that idea. It's sort of pointless to come all the way out here,
and only spend a few hours," Eagle said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Works
for me. What did you want to do?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
need to do some meditating," Eagle said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not
a bad idea," Obi agreed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Really?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why
not? It's not exclusive to other religions. You can meditate as a
Christian. In fact, if you want, I have this great app on my phone,
which does daily meditations."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
kind of wanted to do my own thing," Eagle said shyly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"No
problem. You do what you want, but keep your phone on you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
will. I'm not going far, to the Stone Circle."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Okay.
I'm going to the dock. Clive, want to join?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
was gonna smoke on the roof," he stated, pulling a joint from
his pocket.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">It
interested Obi that their favorite spots varied so much. As a
Scorpio, he was drawn to water. Clive, a Libra, loved the open
air—hence the roof. Eagle, a Taurus, had always loved the Stone
Circle—a tumble of rocks which might have originally been some sort
of building. No one knew where they came from, but they were on their
property as long as any of them could remember.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Making
sure to have their phones on them, they went their separate ways.
Eagle and Obi went the same direction, until the younger Randolph
made a hard right, heading down the bank to the circle.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
settled on the dock. Legs crossed, eyes closed, he put his back
against one of the poles which supported the dock. The gentle lapping
of the water against the wood, was soothing. Taking a few deep
breaths, he went into his meditative trance. He had no idea where
this would take him, and didn't try to control where his thoughts
went. Concentrating on his breathing, he opened his mind.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">A
million things bombarded him at once. It took a couple minutes, but
he slowed things down to a manageable speed. As each image or thought
came forward, he acknowledged it, before putting it on its own
plinth. These, he laid out in his mind, in a circle. When they were
all there, he spun the circle. Watching it flutter by, he let them
slow. One came forward, hovering in front of him—Wynter's face. She
smiled at him, blowing him a kiss. His chest swelled, and he felt a
rush of love through him. He tilted his head, warming his face in the
sun. Dots of color, sparkled across his mind's eye.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Staying
that way, he had no idea how much time had passed. Hearing a piercing
whistle, he looked around. Clive stood on the roof of the cabin,
waving. His phone rang.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah?
What?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
just got a call from Frankie."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Okay.
I'll be right there."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Trying
to hop up, he stumbled, his left foot asleep. Glancing at his watch,
he realized he'd been down there for nearly two hours. Moving more
slowly, he walked up to the house, meeting Eagle on the path.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Is
everything all right?" Obi asked as they neared the cabin.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive
stood on the path, hands on his hips. "Yes, everything is fine.
She called, and I realized it's almost lunch time. How about a burger
at Slow Moe's?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
sounds good. I need a pitstop," Eagle said, trotting up the
steps.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">All
of them made a visit before piling into the car, with Clive at the
wheel. He took off down a dirt road, that looked like it didn't lead
anywhere. In actuality, it led to a backwoods restaurant, which had
been there since their grandfather's time. It was a familiar sight.
Grinning, they sauntered in the front door.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hey-o!"
the bartender greeted them.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hey-o!"
they called back.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"—can
I get ya?" Alvin, the bartender and owner, always spoke in
fragments, as if he only had the energy to get part of a sentence
out. "Usual?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Three
of your own," Clive said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"—up!"
He pulled three perfect drafts for them.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive
went to the counter while the brothers sat at a table.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"—to
eat?" Alvin asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"What's
the daily special?" Obi called from their table.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Swamp
Stew," Alvin replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Three,"
Clive said, handing him money for the drinks.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Got
it. Three Swamps," he yelled into the kitchen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yee-up!"
His equally verbose cousin manned the kitchen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Swamp
Stew was a local creation. Everyone claimed their recipes were the
original, but Alvin had a hand written recipe card, dated 1922, in a
frame by the register. His claim was that his distant relative, who
had started the restaurant back when this had been a logging camp,
had originally made it to serve to the lumberjacks. The ingredients
had morphed from one place to the other, but were pretty consistently
venison, onions and tomatoes. From there, spices and vegetables
varied. There was a lot of controversy as to whether Swamp Stew had
beer in it, or not. Alvin announced, loudly and proudly, that each
pot of his stew had a pint of his home brew.</span></span></p>
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talking about me now, or you?"<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Does
it have to be mutually exclusive? Keep in mind, the thing that men
are the most anxious to rid themselves of—their virginity—is what
women treasure the most."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why
is that? It's so stupid!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
know, but figure that back in the day, a woman's virginity was her
greatest commodity. Fathers would use their virgin daughters for
alliances, gifts—the works."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Stinks
for the women," Eagle said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
expect it did. It still happens, in some places. Hard for us to
imagine, but it does. Also, girls are taught that if they give it
away too freely, they're sluts."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No
one would ever think of calling a man that," Eagle said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
think some religions go overboard with how they preach celibacy.
We're talking about a bunch of hormone driven teenagers, who want to
discover what those feelings are. Boys, especially, want to know what
it is to be a man. We were all like that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"To
never going through puberty again," Clive said, raising his beer
bottle.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
clinked bottles, joining in the toast.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"At
least I had you guys to talk to," Eagle said. "I don't
think I'd have figured it out on my own."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive
and Obi exchanged a look, winking.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What?"
Eagle hadn't missed it. "Did you ask Dad, or something?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Oh,
no!" Obi gasped. "He didn't say a word, neither did Mom.
Uncle Toomy gave me <i>the talk</i> when I was ten."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Really?
Why?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He
could see that they weren't going to. Mom was too embarrassed, so was
Dad . So Uncle Toomy, the man with no children, told me about sex.
How about you, Clive?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yep.
Between you and him, I learned a thing or two. Eagle?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
I learned, I got from you two. I guess Uncle Toomy was over it by
then."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wasn't
that, it was the fact that he told me and Clive to do it. He said we
needed the experience for when we had our own children."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"How
would he know a thing like that?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Apparently,
their father had trouble with it, when he spoke to Dad. Our father
was so traumatized, he couldn't bring himself to say anything to us.
He asked Toomy to."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Do
you think you'll be able to talk to your own kids?" Eagle asked,
eyes big.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
Not only because of Toomy, but because it's part of my job to talk to
the teenagers at church. The church line is to preach abstinence. I
do that, but I also tell them that I recognize how difficult that is.
I tell them they can talk to me anytime, and I give them private
advice. I also keep a stock of condoms in my office."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Really?
Wow! I had no idea," Eagle said. "Why, if it goes against
the church rules?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
isn't expressly forbidden. They come in for counseling, and I give it
to them. I answer their questions honestly, and openly. They're going
to do it, they should be able to do so without fear, injury or
condemnation."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
do you think I should do with Sarah?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
think you need to have a long talk, and let her voice her fears."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I've
tried. She shuts me down—won't discuss it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
paused. "What has she said—exactly?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She
doesn't want sex until the time is right."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Marriage?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She
hasn't specified."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe
she's worried that you're not the man with staying power," Clive
said. "Some women are worried about giving it up, and being
dumped."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Would
I have hung around this long, if I just wanted sex?" Eagle asked
exasperatedly. "I'd have bailed the first time she told me no."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Have
you told her that?" Clive asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That—specifically?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
don't think so. Why?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Does
she think you'll bail afterward?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
hope she knows me well enough, not to."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
need to talk specifics. You need to lay your soul bare, and tell her
exactly what you want from your relationship," Obi said. "Not
just the sex, obviously. Love, marriage, babies. That's what you
want, right?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
All that. Only with her. Kids were a thing to fear, before I met
her."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
can see that," Clive said, shuddering.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If
Frankie got pregnant, what would you do?" Obi asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Do
everything in my power to get her to marry me. Not just because of
the baby, but because I know I could love her. You and Wynter?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
same."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
don't want her to think that I just want to marry her, for sex,"
Eagle said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Will
she think that?" Clive asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shaking
his head, Eagle spread his hands. "No idea."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Talk,"
his brothers said together.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eagle
recoiled slightly. "It's creepy how you guys have always done
that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Done
what?" they asked, doing it again.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
talking together, or finishing each others' statements."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Oh,
that thing," Clive nodded. "We're telepathic. We didn't
tell you?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Laughing,
Eagle threw his napkin at Clive. Then he had to hop up and chase it,
because it caught fire from the coals, blowing around the yard.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Talk
to her," Obi stated again. "She needs to know exactly how
you feel. I can't guarantee she'll change her stance, but she still
needs to be told."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
will." Eagle yawned. "I'd better get to bed." Grabbing
dirty dishes, he got up. "Thank you," he said, looking from
one brother to the other.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
fee for my time is you cook breakfast," Obi said, gathering
dishes of his own.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
do you want?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
is our usual first-day-at-the-river meal?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
got it!" He took his burden into the house.</span></span></p>
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burst out laughing.<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
both remembered the Henderson dog. It was old when Eagle was born,
and lived to be ancient. One thing which characterized it, it was
virtually hairless from a skin condition.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
wanna get a beer?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah.
Mind if I bring the other brother?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sure.
Why not. Your place?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Mom
and Dad are there. How about the cabin?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Kind
of a drive."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Your
place?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
moved in with Sarah."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
did? When? Are you—? Sorry, not my business."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not
yet."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Then
why move in?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My
lease was coming up for renewal, and they raised the rent to a
ridiculous amount. We're sleeping in the same bed, but not making
love. I think that's why I got upset. There's Clive, all smug.... And
you—I've never seen you so happy."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Aren't
you happy with Sarah?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Very.
I love her a ridiculous amount."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Let's
get together, and I'll explain."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
got it. Let me grab Clive."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Where
you wanna go?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
come get you. Pack an overnight bag, we're going to the woods."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If
you're sure."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We've
got a lot to hash out. I think we need some Brother Time."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This
was something they'd done since they were kids. Originally, they had
gone out to the woods behind their home. They'd built a fort there,
and would camp in it overnight. Eventually, that lot was sold, a
house built on it. By that time, Obi could drive, so they would go
camping, or head out to the cabin.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
be ready."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Great.
See you soon."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hanging
up, he went back in the house. Clive was heading to the kitchen with
dirty dishes.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Road
trip," he said, giving his brother a long, penetrating look.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Brother
Time?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah.
We haven't had enough of that lately."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Probably
two years?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"At
least."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
girls won't mind?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Won't
mind what?" Frankie said, looping her arm through Clive's.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Brother
Time," Obi explained.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
think that's a great idea. We kind of need a Sister Moment, so go for
it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks."
Clive gave her a kiss. "Let me get these to the kitchen, then
we'll head out."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Great.
I'm gonna call Lorna and let her know I won't be in tomorrow."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Have
Dad hold down the fort."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He's
got to get to St. Blaise."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not
until next month. Father Charlie's better," Frankie said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Then
I'll ask him to step in. I'm sure he will."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Phone
calls made, bags packed, the brothers got on the road. Obi knew he'd
miss Wynter, but this was something he and his brothers needed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It
was late afternoon when they got in. Dropping their bags in the
living room, they grabbed fishing poles from the front closet. They
wanted fresh Steelhead for their dinner. All of them were proficient
fishermen. It was decided that Obi, since he was technically still
laid up, would prepare the side dishes. Eagle and Clive, armed with
their poles and bait, headed down the bank.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
made a large garden salad, sliced fresh pineapple, and concocted
aromatic rice. The pineapple would go on the grill with the fish.
Hearing the small boat motor returning, he went out to light the
grill. He'd set it up before starting on the salad. By the time his
brothers got back to the cabin, their filleted catch in hand, the
coals were ready.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive
was given the job of grilling the fish and pineapple. Of the three,
he was the most adept at it. Obi got each of them a cold beer from
the cooler Eagle had lugged from the kitchen. Once their meal was
ready, they sat at a picnic table under the trees, and ate. The sun
setting over the river, set the rippling water on fire. It looked as
if a golden path led the way to the sun.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
always used to think that was the way to heaven," Eagle mused.
"When Sparkles died, Mom told me she'd taken the rainbow bridge.
I imagined it as golden, though." He gestured with his beer
bottle to the sinking sun.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Who
knows, you might be right," Obi said with a grin. "Sunsets
and sunrises remind us of the beauty in the world. I feel like God
did that, so we'd remember we aren't alone."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sounds
legit," Clive said, grabbing them each another beer.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
watched the sun set in silence. When the last golden rays were
extinguished by the water, they drank another beer and roasted
marshmallows over the coals.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So,
you and Sarah moved in together," Obi said, gently opening the
topic.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah.
It's great—and awful. I love her a lot—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And
you want to be able to show her," Clive stated.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Exactly.
I know she's got strong convictions, and I appreciate that. But I
also know that humans are sexual beings, who are drawn to one
another. What do you think?" he asked Obi.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Are
you asking as my brother, or for my professional opinion?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Both."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
paused, the beer almost to his lips. "As your brother, and a
grown, lustful man, I get it. She's beautiful, intelligent, and
everything you ever wanted."</span></span></p>
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he is," Clive reminded him.<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
but it's what he's doing with it that upsets me. I'm all for
examining the truth of other faiths. I've studied all the major
religions, and a few lesser ones, to find out how we're alike—more
so than you can imagine. What's his take on it? That Christianity
somehow lied to him, let him down. Or that I'm a sellout, because I
believe what I've been taught."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Your
limited dogma?" Emily teased.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
very one." He shook his head, sighing. "I love my
brother...."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But
you really want to punch him," Clive finished.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Pretty
much."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"There
have been times I've wanted to punch him, too. And you. I'm an equal
opportunity puncher."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Same
applies."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
think it's part of being siblings," Emily stated. "We know
exactly what to do or say to get on someone's nerves. We get angry,
and don't hold back."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This
feels like more than that," Obi said. "It feels like
something which could really put a rift between us. I don't know what
I did, or said—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe
it wasn't you," Clive said. "You take the blame for so
much, you always have. This, you can't put on yourself. I think that
Eagle realizes that he hasn't got the faith you have, and it upsets
him."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He
could have it. Anyone can have it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
know that," Clive motioned between himself and his brother. "But
he might not."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"May
I interject something?" Emily asked quietly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sure,"
the brothers chorused.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A
smile flickered across her face. "Speaking as the youngest, I
have a little insight. Eagle is in the unfortunate position of being
the youngest—with a big gap. Like my sisters, you two are capable,
confident dynamos. If Eagle's like me, and I think he is, he's always
resented the fact that you're closer to one another, than you are to
him. He sees what he lacks, and wants what you've got."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He's
brilliant and talented," Obi began.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Have
you ever told him that?" Emily asked, raising a questioning
eyebrow.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
More than once. I envy the kid. He can do what he wants, study,
examine and learn whatever he's interested in. I never had that
chance."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
never really had to," Clive said. "You always knew what you
believed. You had convictions and faith—never faltering. You were
our rock, as much as Mom and Dad. We knew that if we ever needed you,
we could count on you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
feel the same."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But
you never really said so. You've always been so self-reliant, never
asking for help. You went through a terrible relationship, a horrific
breakup. You didn't call us. If it hadn't been for Mom and Uncle
Toomy, we'd never have known."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
planned to call you—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Me,
maybe. Eric?" He shrugged. "We've been bad brothers, only
including him when we had to. We've always been so close, and he's
like—the extra. And you wonder why he's taking this badly."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Am
I supposed to apologize?" Obi grumbled. "Because I didn't
start it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Perhaps
not," Emily said in a small voice. "But you need to be the
one to fix it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rolling
his eyes, Obi let his head drop to the back of the couch. He knew
Emily was right, and it irritated him considerably. He loved his
brothers, but Eagle's behavior had been far out of line. He'd
insulted him, their father, and – most importantly – their
mother. He could forgive the insult to himself, brush away the slight
to their father. Their mother was different matter. The Randolph boys
were fiercely protective of their mother—especially Eric.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He
pounded the crap outta a guy once, for calling him a son-of-a-bitch,"
Obi mused.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
on earth for?" Wynter gasped.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Because
it insulted our mother," Clive explained. "What made you
think of that?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
shrugged, shaking his head. Clive, who was able to follow his thought
progression, nodded.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
know he attacked you and Dad, but—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He
insulted Mom. I think that, more than his anger with me, is the
reason...." Pulling out his phone, he stood. "Excuse me."
Wandering outside, he sat on the porch swing and called his youngest
brother.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
phone rang several times. He was formulating a voice message, when
Eagle answered.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Are
you okay? I was worried, when you didn't get to church."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
didn't think you'd want to see me."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Scoffing,
Obi had to bite back on a snarky comment. "You'd have to do a
lot more than you did, for me not to want to see you. You're such a
goof, you make me look good. People look at us and say, <i>Wow,
Father Obadiah sure takes good care of his retard brother</i>."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eagle
burst out laughing. "Well, they say the same thing to me."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
guess the only smart one, is Clive."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Naw,
he's extra special."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
he is." He paused, trying to figure out what to say next.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
sorry I went after you like that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
can handle you talking like that to me—even Dad...."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
shouldn't have upset Mom. I guess I need to apologize for my crazy
beliefs."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Your
beliefs aren't crazy, Brother. Not if they make sense to you, and
resonate. Maybe don't attack ours?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It
was Eagle's turn to be quiet.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
trying to understand what set it off," Obi said gently.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
don't know."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Let's
try to figure it out, because I don't want this between us."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
don't either." He sniffled.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
felt his own eyes tearing up. "You may be a goof, and a retard,
but you're my baby brother. I remember when you came home. You were
about the size of Mrs. Henderson's chihuahua, only you had more
hair."</span></span></p>
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decided to go out to lunch. Together, they descended on their
favorite Asian restaurant. The Thai Garden had all things Thai, but
also carried Chinese food. Their Sunday buffet was to die for. The
men surrounded it like a plague of locusts, while the women ordered
their meals. None of them felt they could eat enough to justify the
buffet expense.<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sipping
tea, they nibbled off the men's plates, making them laugh. Afterward,
Obi took the girls to their mother's house to change, before he and
Wynter went to get Wanda. The other two were making sure the house
was shipshape before her arrival. Hester and the girls had made a
couple meals, and put them in the refrigerator, so no one would have
to cook.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When
they got to the hospital, they didn't find Wanda in her room.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She's
having a PET scan done," the nurse replied. "Her doctor
wanted an updated one, after surgery and her first chemo. She should
be back shortly, if you want to wait in her room."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you," Wynter said with a smile. Grabbing Obi's hand, she led him
to her mother's room.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Glancing
down, Obi smiled. It was such an intimate, telling gesture. He knew
they were falling in love, and it was the best feeling in the world.
The door dropped closed behind them, and he couldn't stop himself.
Taking her other hand, he leaned over to kiss her. Wynter stepped
closer, accepting his kiss with a happy sigh.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
door swung open, startling them. Wanda sat in a wheelchair, pushed by
an orderly. Smiling up at them, she reached out to take their hands.
They each took one, still holding hands without realizing it. Wanda's
smile broadened. She didn't say anything, but was silently delighted
that they'd come to this point.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
ready to get out of here?" Obi asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
am! I have to wait for the results of the PET scan, then I'll be
released."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
doctor wasn't very busy, so we hope to have those results shortly.
Dr. Joshua will come talk to you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you," Wanda said as Obi and the orderly helped her back into
bed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Her
color was better, her eyes held a twinkling brightness. "Have a
seat, children. Talk to me. How was church?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
was a lovely service," Wynter said with a grin. "Prescott
wowed them with some really outrageous songs. It was a lot of fun."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If
I'd tried that, I'd be hearing about it already," Obi said with
a grin.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
helps that he's just visiting."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"True.
He tells me he's going to be at St. Blaise's soon."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So,
<i>he's</i> our new priest. I'm delighted to hear that, and look
forward to meeting him. Wynter, I was wondering, dear, if you'd be
willing to take over for me? I can train you, but I can't manage the
post anymore."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's
not really my skill set, Mom. You should ask Frankie. She's much
better at that sort of thing than I am."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good
idea."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Emily
has a job opportunity—well, a chance at an interview, with Southend
Gym."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's
lovely. If we can find something for you, life will be perfect. I
want all my chicks around me."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
believe that Frankie is motivated to stay," Wynter said with a
slight blush. "I certainly am." She smiled at Obi, taking
his hand.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
door opened and Dr. Joshua walked in, looking happy, but rather
surprised. "I'm so glad you're here," he said to Wynter. "I
have some great news for you, Wanda. The PET scan was pristine. I've
never seen something so beautiful. I thought for sure we'd find
something, but it came back whistling <i>Yankee Doodle</i>! Based on
this, I'm going to cease chemo. We will do scans and blood work every
few weeks, to double check your progress, but for now, I believe
you're cancer free! I don't know who's in your corner, my dear, but
it's nothing short of miraculous!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
all cheered and clapped. Dr. Joshua beamed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
going to finish the last bit of paperwork, and send the nurse in here
for post op instructions. You'll have a followup with Dr. Fredrick in
a week, and they'll schedule other appointments for you.
Congratulations, Wanda." He shook her hand, kissing it
gallantly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This
calls for a celebration," Obi said. "Nothing big, but at
least a bottle of champagne, and chocolate cheesecake."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
sounds delicious!" Wanda clapped her hands. "How did you
know that was my favorite?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Because
you are a woman of refined taste—and it's my favorite, too,"
Obi replied, kissing her hand.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
release papers signed, they headed to Wanda's home. She was greeted
like a queen, by her other daughters. The women fussed and fluttered
around, getting her settled on the couch. Obi went to the liquor
store, where he bought two bottles of chilled champagne. His next
stop was his favorite bakery, where he bought the cheesecake. Thus
armed, he went back to Wanda's to find his family there. The women
were warming dinner, so he popped the bottles and cheesecake in the
fridge.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
had a great meal, followed by champagne and chocolate cheesecake.
Afterward, the Randolph parents went to Obi's home. Obi and Clive
stayed behind to help cleanup and get Wanda settled in bed. When she
was resting, they sat in the living room with cups of coffee and more
slivers of cheesecake.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
disappointed that Eagle didn't show up at church," Obi said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
really hurt his feelings, Bro," Clive remarked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah?
I notice he didn't give a rip about mine."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Saying
nothing, Clive sipped his coffee.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If
you agree with him, I might punch you," he growled at his
brother.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
were kinda harsh, Obe."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
didn't say half of what I wanted to. He's always been so coddled—and
I get why. Mom had trouble carrying him to term, he was born six
weeks early, and had to stay in an incubator for a month. I
understand that. As the youngest, he got away with things neither of
us ever did. But now—he's got the chance to explore and learn so
many new things."</span></span></p>
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the band started playing a song Obi couldn't remember hearing in at
least a decade – <i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Give Me That Old Time Religion</i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">. Clapping
and snapping their fingers, the congregation sang with gusto. The
baskets were full to the brim, by the time the ushers collected them
at the back of the church.</span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As
the service ended, another surprising song began. Obi wondered who
had chosen the music, because if it had been left to the music
director, they'd be singing the same four hymns they always sang.
Instead, his father and the choir, made their way up the aisle to
<i>Don't Let the Devil Ride</i>, an old gospel favorite of
Prescott's. The women in the choir, had tambourines, wood blocks, and
cowbells, which they shook or tapped as they danced up the aisle
behind Prescott.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why
don't you ever do anything fun like this?" Clive asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Because
my liturgical committee would suffer simultaneous brain hemorrhages,"
he replied, wondering how his father had snuck it by them. Probably
by going to the band directly, bypassing the music director. He loved
his father's audacity.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
guitarist in the band, was having way too much fun with the upbeat,
blues tune. The choir stood at the back of the church, finishing the
song. At the end, the congregation were on their feet, dancing and
clapping enthusiastically. When the band finished playing, they
cheered for them.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This
is the most fun I've ever had in church," Emily said, bouncing
on her toes.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
glad you had a good time. We're not usually this lively," Obi
admitted with a slight frown.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Lighten
up, Obadiah," Clive said, throwing an arm around his brother.
"Dad could always get away with this kind of thing. He just
doesn't take no."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
he does, is make his own yes," Obi replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Then
you need to. Just because those guys on the liturgical committee are
all old sticks, doesn't mean that you can't get what you want from
them."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
couldn't disagree, but couldn't fully agree, either. It was easier
for his father, because he wasn't the one who had to listen to the
brouhaha which would inevitably follow such an event. He was pretty
sure that he was going to get a million and one calls on Monday,
concerning today's service. He hoped that at least some of them, were
positive.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After
the service, Obi went up to talk to the band, congratulating them on
a great performance.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why
don't you do that, Father Obi?" the guitarist asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not
everyone enjoys the same music," he hedged.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"They
enjoyed that," the younger man countered.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"They
did. And next week, if we tried the same thing, they'd probably fire
a warning shot. Once in a while, they'll accept. All the time?"
He shook his head.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe
we can do something once a month," the music director said.
"Because that was a blast."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
glad you enjoyed it. It was pretty great."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Father
Prescott said it was your idea," the music director said,
frowning a little.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Slightly
taken aback, Obi rolled with it. "He and I discussed it. I think
doing this once a month, would be a lot of fun. I'll even join you
from time to time."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
take you up on that. You gonna introduce me to your new lady friend?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sorry,
Porter. Sure. This is Wynter, my good friend. This is her middle
sister, Frankie – she's Clive's girlfriend, and that's Emily, the
youngest."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
with one of the Randolph brothers, too?" the guitarist, Cisco,
asked Emily.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Nope.
Ran out of brothers. Eric's already got a lady friend."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No
kidding? You live around here?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No,
I'm from Manhattan."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His
face fell.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But
I'm seriously considering moving, provided I can find a job."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
do you do?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
a personal trainer for the rich and ridiculous."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Really?
That's kind of cool. As a matter of fact, I work for a gym, too."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
not serious."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Totally.
Ask Father Obi."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He
really is. His parents own the Southend Gyms. They're all over the
city. How many now? Four?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Just
about to open the fifth, and we're currently hiring." He grabbed
a card from his guitar case. "E-mail a resume to that address,
and tell them that I told you to. I can't guarantee a job, but I can
guarantee an interview. Getting hired is up to you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you. This is so great!" Bouncing excitedly, she kissed him on
the cheek. "Thank you so much, Cisco."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
very welcome, Emily. May I call you sometime?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
may. I don't have business cards, but I'll be happy to give you my
number."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'd
be happy to give you mine, as well."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
exchanged phones, typing in their numbers. Fluffing her already big
hair, Emily held his phone up, taking a selfie to add to her contact.
Cisco did the same. Laughing, they handed their phones back to each
other.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
expect to hear from you soon," Emily said. With a sharp turn on
her heel, she sashayed up the aisle.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wow,
that's a beautiful woman," Cisco whispered. Sheepishly, he
glanced from Frankie to Wynter. Not seeing disapproval, he chanced a
smile.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
said beautiful, not <i>hot</i>," Frankie said, giving him a kiss
on one cheek.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You'd
better call," Wynter stated, giving him a kiss on the other.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
totally will. I promise."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good
man," they chorused. It was their turn to make a sassy exit.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wow,"
Cisco gasped. "How can you—handle—all that?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
gets easier over time," Clive replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Really?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No.
I totally lied. Each of them can bowl a man over. The three
together—unstoppable."</span></span></p>
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do you have an iron here?"<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"All
the robes I have to wear? You'd keep an iron, too. Can't go out front
in a wrinkled surplice."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Shocking!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Some
of the church ladies keep me freshly pressed. The vestments go to the
dry cleaner's, but they don't always transfer well."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Gotcha.
You know I don't care, right?" He eyed himself in the mirror.
"Don't suppose you've got a spare tie?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Nope.
Sorry. That's as good as it gets."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We'd
better go sit down, or someone less deserving will sit by our women."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Laughing,
the brothers headed to the sanctuary. Walking through the narthex,
several people stopped Obi.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Father
Randolph, what are you doing in civilian clothing?" one older
man asked with a chuckle.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
taking the day off, Ralph. My folks are visiting, so I asked my dad
to step in for the service. You know my brother, Clive, don't you?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
surely do. My wife has told me all about you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Turning
his head, as if to hear better, Clive squinted at the older man.
"Wife?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This
is Ralph Bannister," Obi explained.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Oh,
Lorna's husband. Pleased to meet you, sir." He held out his
hand, giving the older man a firm handshake. "She speaks of you
often, sir."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No
need to <i>sir</i> me, young man. I'm a working stiff, just like
you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Beg
to differ, Mr. Bannister. A man who served his country as a Marine
Major, deserves a <i>sir</i>."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"In
that case, I'll accept it. Came up through the ranks the hard way."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Chatting,
the three men walked into the sanctuary together.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Lorna's
reading the scripture today," Ralph explained.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We'll
save her a spot."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
looked around, wondering where Eagle was. He didn't even see him in
with the band, who were setting up. Leaning over to his brother, he
asked about the youngest Randolph.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He's
not coming," Clive said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Great.
Because of last night?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
You really upset him."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
upset <i>him</i>?" Obi rolled his eyes. "That's choice. He
can say whatever he wants to me, but I stick up for myself, and he
has a fit. Will that boy ever grow up?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe
if we stopped calling him a boy, and coddling him?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shaking
his head, Obi sighed. "Maybe? Who knows. I'm over it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Makes
two of us. Oh, here's Mom."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
men stood, guiding Hester to her seat. The organist started the first
hymn, and they all stood. Everyone in the congregation sang with
great gusto—some with more exuberance than skill. Obi had
encouraged them all, talented or not, to sing. It was his theory that
nothing praised God as much as music. Fortunately, this flock had
enthusiastically taken to the idea.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
service started. Reciting the familiar prayers and responses, Obi
felt at peace. During the sermon, Wynter's hand crept over to his.
Feeling like teenagers, they held hands between them, where no one
would see.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
delighted to be back here at St. Pete's," Prescott began. "It's
good to look out and see a lot of old friends and familiar faces.
Today's scripture, Matthew 19:26 tells us <i>With God, all things are
possible</i>. I firmly believe this. Sometimes, it takes us a while
to figure it out. I'll admit, I was one of the slowest. In my family,
it's traditional for the first male of the generation, to become a
priest. I took religious orders, just like my father, grandfather and
great-grandfather. My son, your pastor, is the eldest of his
generation, therefore he also sought religious life."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Smiling,
he walked around to the front of the podium. "It takes a lot of
courage to give your life to the church. It's a vocation which
requires much contemplation and prayer, and is not to be entered into
lightly. That said, it's a rewarding life, full of ups and downs. We
preside over baptisms, but we also must officiate at funerals. We
marry young couples, some of whom we've baptized, and watched grow
up. We counsel couples when they argue. We console them when one
partner dies. We are everything to our congregation, which is why
they call us <i>Father</i>."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A
few sniffles reached Obi's ears. Closing his eyes, he listened to his
father's words.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Under
these vestments, we're only human. From time to time, despite our
training, our prayers and calling, we can still lose ourselves in
doubt. It's a terrible thing to question your faith, especially when
you have so many people counting on you for guidance. There is
nothing worse than kneeling to pray, and wondering if He, in whom you
have always believed, is listening. The wonder and fear that He won't
answer—or He will, in a way we don't want. Then, having to explain
to someone else, who is suffering, why <i>their</i> prayers weren't
answered by a God, whose will you question. Belief, in the face of
doubt, is the hardest thing any of us can do."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
walked down the steps, standing in the aisle in front of the altar.
"What can we do in a time like that? Well, you can talk to
someone else, who has strong faith. It might be your parish priest.
It might be a friend, or family member. It might be a total stranger,
whom you meet by random chance—though with God, there's no such
thing as random. He puts people in our paths at just the right time.
And He puts us in the paths of others. Whether you're a priest or
not, your faith can be used to help someone else. In the times of
greatest uncertainty, when you feel tested to your limit, that's when
you can reach out to someone else who is suffering. Someone who might
not ever have had a belief system. Someone who is as miserable as
you, or more. For in helping one another, we can build back our own
faith."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
spoke a few more minutes, but Obi wasn't giving him his full
attention. Instead, he felt the impact of the words hit home. He
suspected his father had written this sermon for him, at least it
felt that way. The sermon over, it was time to sing another song
before concluding the service. Ushers lined up with the offering
baskets, ready to send them around as the congregation sang.</span></span></p>
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More About Dellani</span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span></span></p>Dellani Oakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17537857916391453921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35765400.post-90115802064949318422023-08-01T08:00:00.001-04:002023-08-01T08:00:00.145-04:00Old Time Religion ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 42<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Uvy8f8XgTPbhQo89ZWeb076fk9FpHJAfmp3lqlDsCsK3xi-_8Y5_3G8Xm08PmoPZ0JPoVxtVf8Ifp-zMilxJtdwq4xYTGq0KHpsR-Vqe0xKpvgxlp_rNl1y2IicLqbcZlCN4MCNeekZ-EIiBJ7mUvFdlcSKGnCLTOARubrXC6qIMlWkmHHAa/s419/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Uvy8f8XgTPbhQo89ZWeb076fk9FpHJAfmp3lqlDsCsK3xi-_8Y5_3G8Xm08PmoPZ0JPoVxtVf8Ifp-zMilxJtdwq4xYTGq0KHpsR-Vqe0xKpvgxlp_rNl1y2IicLqbcZlCN4MCNeekZ-EIiBJ7mUvFdlcSKGnCLTOARubrXC6qIMlWkmHHAa/s320/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Shoes,
and I'm set." He slipped loafers on his feet. Grabbing his
jacket, wallet and keys, he declared himself ready.</span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Umbrellas,"
his mother said as they got to the door.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good
idea," he said. "Thanks, Mom."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"See
you at church. Will you be up front?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Absolutely."
Giving her another kiss, he ushered the sisters out.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fortunately,
his car was in the garage, and they didn't have to make a mad dash to
get into it.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
don't have Mom's clicker," Wynter said with a sigh. "How
about I go in and hit the wall switch and grab it out of the car?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
sounds like a good idea. That way, when you're all dressed up, you
don't have to worry about getting wet," Obi replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Brilliant,
Sis!" Emily agreed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
did just that. The rain had eased off a little by the time they got
to Wanda's house. Wynter jogged to the front porch, let herself in,
and was distressed to hear noises upstairs. Slamming the front door,
she yelled at her sister before going to the garage.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emily
came in, immediately clicking on the music. She purposely chose
<i>Cowboys from Hell</i> by Pantera. The loud, raucous song was
anything but sexy. She wanted to interrupt them, but didn't hold out
much hope.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Quick
showers, five minute makeup and I'll be ready," Wynter said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
will take me a little longer," Emily confessed. "My hair is
feeling this rain."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
doesn't have to be slicked back," Wynter said, fluffing Emily's
hair. "These curls are gorgeous. Give it a good brushing, it's
fine."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
think?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Go
big, or go home," Obi said. "I think it would look good on
you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And
I have just the outfit," she said with a grin. Trotting up the
stairs to her room, she banged on the wall, which was back to back
with the master bedroom. "Time for church, you heathens!"
she yelled.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wynter
trotted up behind her, adding her own banging. Obi stood on the
stairs, hammering on the wall, singing along with Rob Zombie, who was
now growling out the lyrics to <i>More Human Than Human</i>.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
door to the bedroom slammed open. Clive came out, naked and angry.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What?
You can't leave a man alone—?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Dude.
Pants," Obi said, pointing.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fortunately,
Emily and Wynter were in their rooms.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah,
yeah. Thanks for that. I didn't get to finish."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Crying
in my heart for you—not," Obi replied. "Go change the
sheets, Wanda's going to want her room, when she gets home."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah,
get over yourself."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Never
gonna happen."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Muttering
and fussing, Clive went to the bedroom, slamming the door. Obi heard
the water start in the shower. Rather than wandering around upstairs,
he went to the foyer. He was intrigued by the house, so he walked
around, looking. Built about the same time as his home, it even had a
similar layout, though the reverse of his. He admired the furniture
and pictures on the walls, pleased to see more than one family
portrait. Hung chronologically, he saw the girls grow up. Captivated
by Wynter's smile, he stared at her senior portrait for several
minutes.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Ah-hm,"
he heard next to him.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wynter
stood beside him, smiling and looking expectant. "I left off the
lip gloss, so we won't make a mess."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Putting
her arms around him, she gave him a kiss.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Step
away from the woman," his brother said loudly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jumping
slightly, Obi stepped back, tripping over a hassock. Wynter grabbed
his belt, keeping him upright. He froze. With her hand that close to
his zipper, he suddenly felt a surge of lust course through him.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
okay, Bro?" Clive said, rushing to his side.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah.
Fine."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
don't look fine." He extracted his brother from Wynter's hold.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No.
I'm good."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sure
you are. Let's get you something to eat, huh?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Got
food—in the car," he gasped.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Let's
go get it, shall we? The ladies are putting on the finishing
touches."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Is
that—what you're wearing—to church?" Obi managed to ask as
he walked the car.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive
slid behind the wheel, after making sure his brother was settled on
the other side.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's
what I've got. Got anything I can wear, at the church?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe
a shirt, or pants."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
sure you're okay?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"A
beautiful woman kissed me, then grabbed my belt. Do I <i>look</i>
fine?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No.
Which is why I asked."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
had to do it," Obi muttered.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Do
what?" Smiling, he hopped out of the car when the women exited
the house.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
know perfectly well what," Obi grumbled.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah,"
Clive replied, not really looking at his brother. "Because she's
gorgeous, and wanted a good man."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
hate you so much, right now."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
know, but you'll get over it." He helped the ladies get in the
car. "Next stop, St. Pete's!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Traffic
wasn't too bad between Wanda's house and the church. They made good
time. Once the ladies were settled up front, the men explored the
vestry, to see if there was anything for Clive to upgrade his
wardrobe. They found a pair of Obi's pants and a jacket. Technically,
they were part of his uniform, which he kept for emergency changes.
Paired with a plain white shirt, which they dug out of the charity
donations, he declared himself fit. The shirt looked like it had
never been worn, and was fairly wrinkle free. A quick swipe with an
iron, and it was just right.</span></span></p>
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<span style="color: #010101;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: #ffffff;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">©</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dellani
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More About Dellani</span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span></span></p>Dellani Oakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17537857916391453921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35765400.post-55390574957311895392023-07-27T08:00:00.001-04:002023-07-27T08:00:00.152-04:00Old Time Religion ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 41<p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmVahLP6DDtziVFCQcYJ_8-i0sqyK6idJXO5szvCuCU8_IY1PiXl3ljjb6Bl8tDNdYPQz9OUN26IVLhzpJjZ-HhyJSKPLVJDPrefXBp7qmCVnHOgD-srFswJtREx8HCzWmfmH3Nuc_yG3pW52BKXJ4JCdJOdAAttAZm3kzZdk_5GdTXFcZQ/s419/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmVahLP6DDtziVFCQcYJ_8-i0sqyK6idJXO5szvCuCU8_IY1PiXl3ljjb6Bl8tDNdYPQz9OUN26IVLhzpJjZ-HhyJSKPLVJDPrefXBp7qmCVnHOgD-srFswJtREx8HCzWmfmH3Nuc_yG3pW52BKXJ4JCdJOdAAttAZm3kzZdk_5GdTXFcZQ/s320/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br />"It's
after ten. You left three hours ago."<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Time
slipped away. We'll close down and head back. I'll drop Wynter at
home."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Okay.
I'm taking Frankie and Emily over to their mom's house."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you. See you shortly."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"See
you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hanging
up, he rose slowly, not wanting to leave her side. "I guess we
put reality off as long as possible."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Mom's
worrying?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
I suppose I should have called...."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
needed a break. So did I. And it was—beyond nice." She stood,
placing her hands on his firm chest.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
it certainly was. Thank you for coming with me."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
very welcome."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi's
hand sat on the gearshift. Wynter laid her hand on top of his.
Smiling at her, he gave her another soft kiss. He wanted so much
more, but knew he needed to take it slowly. He was very fond of
Wynter, and she of him. However, mindful of her recent breakup, he
was determined to take his time. He hoped he'd made his feelings
clear with his kisses.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive's
car was in the driveway of Wanda's home. The lights were on, and
music played. When they got to the house, they found Emily sitting on
the porch swing with a glass of wine and an e-cigarette.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Um,
you don't wanna go in right now," she said, slightly shell
shocked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Really? I'm so
sorry. If you and Wynter want to spend the night at my place, we can
do that. Cause if I know my brother—this won't be the last time
tonight."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'd
love that," Emily said. "But you have to guarantee that you
two won't—" She made vague gestures with her hands.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wynter
slapped them down. "We would never!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Just
saying."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We're
not to that point, Emily," Obi explained.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But
you're working on it," she said, wiping her thumb across his
lips. It came away with a smear of Wynter's cranberry colored lip
gloss.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
but not <i>yet</i>," Wynter said. "Frankie's always been
impulsive."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So
has Clive. Perfect match," Obi said with a grin. Glancing at his
watch, he asked Emily how long she'd been outside.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"About
thirty-five minutes. Why?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"They
should finish soon, unless he's giving her a special. Let's hope not,
or we'll be here all night."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"A—special?"
Emily asked hesitantly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Don't
ask. Listen, I have toothbrushes, t-shirts and boxers you can borrow
for the night. We can come back before church."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sounds
good to me!" Emily said, hopping up. "I'll grab my bag."
She retrieved it from the hall table. Locking the door, she declared
that she was ready.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Casa
Obi is our next stop," Wynter said with a smirk.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sending
Clive a text, Obi started the car. He didn't expect to hear back from
his brother, but he wanted Frankie to know where her sisters were.
Not that either of them would notice.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back
at his house, he found a note from his mother on the refrigerator:
"We'll be getting up about seven. Leave me a note if you want me
to wake you. ♥ Mom"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
left a reply thanking her, assuring her he could get himself up. He
also told her that Wynter and Emily were there, though he didn't go
into details. She was a smart woman, who had three grown sons. She'd
figure it out.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sleep
came easily. For once, he wasn't nervous about having to give his
sermon, because his father had that responsibility.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His
alarm went off, startling him awake. It was still dark out, but not
because of the time. Thick storm clouds lowered and glowered on the
horizon. Lightning flashed, followed by a distant roll of thunder.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shaving
carefully, he debated putting on his official uniform. He was still
thinking about it, when there was a knock at the door. He knew it was
his mother, because she always tapped three times, two times and one
time.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
up, Mom," he called from the bathroom.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
door opened and she peeped around. "Wearing the collar today?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
was just thinking about it." He stood in front of his closet in
his black dress pants and white t-shirt.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
not officially on duty. Let Daddy worry about that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Smiling,
she entered the closet, scooting shirts around until she found what
she was after. The shirt she handed him was a deep, rich
raspberry—not a color he would have bought for himself.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Where
did this come from?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
bought it for you. It would please me for you to wear it." Her
lips formed a firm line, when he protested. "I know you think
it's girly, but it's a gorgeous color, which will look good on you.
The women will love it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
men will think I've lost my mind."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Tell
them I gave it to you," she said with confidence. "Men
understand about appeasing unreasonable, female parents."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
ma'am."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Undoing
his pants, he tucked the shirt in. He was fastening his belt when
there was another knock at the door. This time, it was Wynter.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
about ready?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah.
We'll drop by your mom's place. It's on the way."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Great.
Thank you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
made coffee, and danish," Hester said. "It's set up to
travel."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Great.
Thanks, Mom." Obi kissed his mother's cheek.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
welcome, darling." She gave him and Wynter each a hug. "Hurry
up, son. You can't keep a woman waiting."</span></span></p>
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was starting to get dark when they reached their destination, but
there was a full moon. He'd driven to the river. A path wound from
the parking area, down to the river bank. Turning off the car, he
smiled at Wynter.<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My
folks have a cabin up here. We stayed out here all summer, only going
into the city for services. When I was making my decision to join the
seminary, I came up here for a retreat. I fished for food, prayed a
lot, and completely unplugged from life—no computer, no phone, no
TV. It was bliss."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sounds
like you enjoyed it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
did. Very much. This is my favorite place, of anywhere I've ever
been. I feel most like me here. After the crash and burn with Cieran,
I had decided to come up here for a few days. Then everything else
happened, and that plan got postponed. Would you like to see it?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
would!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Great."
He reached into the back seat, grabbing a battery operated lantern.
"I put this in here a few days ago, and forgot about it. There's
power at the cabin, but no lights along the way."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Helping
her out of the car, he looped her arm through his, after opening the
lantern. Blue-white light cast bright beams, creating eerie shadows.
These danced and dipped as the lantern swung from Obi's hand.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Around
a bend in the path, Wynter saw a cabin. It was split logs, with a
low, red metal roof. The porch circled it on three sides. Low eaves
dropped nearly to the ground, creating a comforting shade against the
midday sun.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Welcome
to Rose Cottage," he said as he unlocked the door.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It
was then that Wynter noticed that there was a beautiful stained glass
panel in the door, covered in dozens of different colored roses. The
shutters on the windows, were painted a dark rosy red. In the center
of each shutter, someone had cut out intricate rose shapes.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's
beautiful!" she gasped.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you. It was built by my great-great-grandfather. Initially, it was
the family homestead. Eventually, they had enough money to move into
town, but kept the cabin."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This
is wonderful. It's so homey!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She
admired the blond wood floors and rough hewn walls. The furniture was
rustic in design, covered in colorful, handmade cloth which reminded
her of Native American patterns from local tribes. On the wall, on
either side of the fireplace, were framed shadowboxes, with a
beautifully embroidered and beaded blouse and shoes.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Is
this Potawatomi work?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
My great-great-grandmother was Potawatomi."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No
kidding! That's so cool! We have some Native blood, too. Also my
great-great-grandmother. Only she was Tuscarora."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Cool.
Do you have anything from her?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sadly,
she shook her head. "She died when her children were very young.
Their father wasn't able to care for them, so they were separated and
put in care."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's
a shame. I hope they had good homes."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Some
of them did. There were twelve, and the older ones didn't fare as
well as the younger ones. They were put into work camps, where they
worked fourteen hour days."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's
criminal!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
it is. That's what happened then." Sniffling a little, she
touched the frame, stroking the glass. "I can't get over how
intricate those designs are. Simply stunning."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
they are. My grandfather had them hermetically sealed and put here
when I was a boy."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
was a good idea."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Want
to see the rest?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'd
love to. How many rooms is it?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Living
room," he gestured. "Dining area," he pointed to the
other side of the cabin, where a sturdy, circular table stood. "Let's
go see the kitchen, because you'll love it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There
was a bar perpendicular to the back wall. The kitchen was snug, but
well laid out. The sink overlooked the back yard—which was mostly
trees. But the way that the house was sitting, there was a view of
the river both from this window, and the front porch.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This
is beautiful!" Wynter sighed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Want
something to drink? We keep it stocked. I've got coffee, tea, sodas
and wine."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Something
cold," she replied with a smile.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
got a cold Coca-Cola from the refrigerator, handing it to her. "It's
clean on top. I washed it before I put it in there."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
thought I was the only person to do that!" She smiled, popping
the can open.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You've
met my mother," he stated as if that made it all clear.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Exactly
like mine, apparently."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"In
all the very best ways." Tapping his can against hers, he
smiled. "Cheers."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Cheers."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It
was cool in the cabin, so he started a fire. They sat on the couch,
snuggled closely, gazing into the flames. Wynter could tell that Obi
was more relaxed than he'd been earlier. She felt calmer, too. The
worries of her life slipped away, washing down the river.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
finished their sodas in silence. Obi slipped his arm around her, and
she put her head on his shoulder. Turning his head, he tipped her
chin, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Wynter sighed happily,
smiling a little as they kissed. They spent a long time in one
another's embrace.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
wasn't sure when they'd passed the threshold of friendship, to
something more, but he was happier than he could ever remember being.
Wynter filled a gap in his soul, he hadn't even realized was there.
He'd heard Eagle yammer on about soul mates, since meeting Sarah. Obi
hadn't really ever given it much thought, until the first time he
kissed Wynter. It was as if his soul recognized hers, and vice versa.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His
phone rang, piercing their solitude. "Yeah?" he answered,
not looking at the screen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sorry
to bother you, Brother Mine," Clive said. "But Mom's
worried."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We're
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<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Planning
to spend the night?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No,
why?"</span></span></p>
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More About Dellani</span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span></span></p>Dellani Oakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17537857916391453921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35765400.post-46308419457446371042023-07-20T08:00:00.002-04:002023-07-20T08:00:00.152-04:00Old Time Religion ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 39<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmVahLP6DDtziVFCQcYJ_8-i0sqyK6idJXO5szvCuCU8_IY1PiXl3ljjb6Bl8tDNdYPQz9OUN26IVLhzpJjZ-HhyJSKPLVJDPrefXBp7qmCVnHOgD-srFswJtREx8HCzWmfmH3Nuc_yG3pW52BKXJ4JCdJOdAAttAZm3kzZdk_5GdTXFcZQ/s419/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmVahLP6DDtziVFCQcYJ_8-i0sqyK6idJXO5szvCuCU8_IY1PiXl3ljjb6Bl8tDNdYPQz9OUN26IVLhzpJjZ-HhyJSKPLVJDPrefXBp7qmCVnHOgD-srFswJtREx8HCzWmfmH3Nuc_yG3pW52BKXJ4JCdJOdAAttAZm3kzZdk_5GdTXFcZQ/s320/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"It's
a job, like anything else," Obi said rather sharply. "Just
because a man has </span><i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Father</i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> in front of his name, doesn't make
him less interesting."</span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But
it makes him an pawn in the great machine, which is organized
religion," Eagle said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Excuse
me?" Hester bridled at that remark.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Admit
it," Eagle said, talking over his mother. "You both believe
the limited dogma you learned at seminary, not the way life really
is."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Explain
how life <i>really</i> is," Obi said in a low voice. His tone
was deep, dangerous. "No, I'll explain it, from my limited,
dogmatic education."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Prescott
started to protest, but Obi held up his hand to stop him.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Let
him, Dad," Clive said calmly. "I wanna hear this."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Go
for it, Bro," Eagle said, his attitude more confrontational.
Even Sarah's hand on his arm, didn't settle him down.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Life
is full of pain," Obi said softly. "We're born from pain,
we grow and live with our pain. Sometimes, it's worse than others.
God can alleviate that pain—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
mean if you're strong enough, your body and mind do it for you,"
Eagle interrupted.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
mean—" Obi inhaled deeply, slowly. "I mean, if you fully
rely on God, put your faith in Him, trust and believe, your journey
is easier. Your load is lighter. People need to believe in something
outside themselves."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
if I said I don't want to believe in God?" Eagle said, jutting
his jaw defiantly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My
reply would be—I hope you find something to believe in. Because
it's pretty dark and cold out there, without faith."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
if I want to be a Buddhist? A Hindu? Are you going to tell me those
are false gods?" his voice grew louder, angrier.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sarah's
face was pale, her eyes wide. This was a side of Eagle she'd never
seen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If
that's what makes you happy, fills you with joy and peace – go for
it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"All
those false gods? That doesn't bother you?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"God
has many faces. The Christian God is the same one that Muslims and
Jews worship – each with a different name. The Hindu gods are
manifestations of aspects of God, which <i>we</i> put under a Trinity
umbrella. Their gods are separate personalities, but the power comes
from the same place."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
if I condemn <i>your</i> God as a fake?" He stood, challenging
his brother.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Eric!"
his mother gasped.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
entitled to believe that," Obi replied, also standing. "And
if you really feel that way, Eric, I'll pray for you." Dropping
his napkin by his plate, he turned to go.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
just going to walk away?" Eric yelled as Obi's hand touched the
kitchen door.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pressing
his lips together, Obi inhaled deeply. Glancing over his shoulder, he
saw his brother vibrating with anger. The family looked horrified.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
love you, Eric. You're my brother. Say what you want, do what you
want. But I'm not going to listen to it in my house. In deference to
our mother, I'm not making you leave. I'm also not listening to you
another second, or I'll lose my temper." Squaring his shoulders,
he felt the anger bubble up like lava. Unable to stop it, he let it
flow over. "You've been so coddled, sheltered. You've never been
pinned down to this thing, or that. You've been free to explore and
find yourself—that's great!" His voice rose in anger. "The
rest of us—we've all got jobs. Whether we like them or not—that's
immaterial. We're doing the best we can. For some of us, that's
dependent upon our faith. A faith that people died to protect. A
faith that put food on our table, a roof over our heads, and gave us
a loving family. You can belittle what you want, but I won't have you
do that in front of our parents. Mom, I apologize, but I have to get
out of here before I say something I'll be really sorry for."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Grabbing
his wallet and keys, he headed toward the front door. The kitchen
exploded with noise behind him, but he didn't care. When he reached
into the coat closet for a jacket, he heard someone behind him.
Turning, he saw Wynter.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"May
I join you?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Of
course." He held the door open for her.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
shouldn't drive."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
all right. No pain pills for hours, and my shoulder feels fine."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Still...I
can—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks,
I've got it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Where
did you want to go?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Anywhere
but here."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nodding,
she got in the car. Taking a deep breath, Obi started the car. He had
no idea where he was going, deciding to let the spirit guide him.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
sure he didn't mean all that," Wynter said as they drove slowly
down his street.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
he did. It's been coming for a while. Ever since he changed his name
to Eagle, and started <i>exploring</i>," he made air quotes, "I
knew he'd hit me with it one day."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"How
did you know?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sixth
sense? I'm not sure, I just did. Maybe it's having our folks here. He
feels threatened by our beliefs."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He
doesn't share them. He never has, really. I'm not sure what made him
so cynical, but I pray he'll get over himself soon. But I'm not
holding my breath."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
turned up the interstate on-ramp. Speeding up, he entered the steady
stream of traffic without a care. Cars whizzed by on their left.
Checking traffic, he moved left to the second lane. A destination now
in mind, he sped up.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Where
are we going?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
smiled, cutting his eyes at her a second. "You'll see when we
get there."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
being very mysterious, Father Randolph."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Obi.
Please. When we're together, I'm not Father."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She
inclined her head, accepting that. "You're still being
mysterious."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"There's
some beautiful country around here. I thought you might like to see
something other than the city.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
would, very much."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Very
well."</span></span></p>
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More About Dellani</span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span></span></p>Dellani Oakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17537857916391453921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35765400.post-19937238400309349032023-07-18T08:00:00.001-04:002023-07-18T08:00:00.164-04:00Old Time Religion ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 38<p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmVahLP6DDtziVFCQcYJ_8-i0sqyK6idJXO5szvCuCU8_IY1PiXl3ljjb6Bl8tDNdYPQz9OUN26IVLhzpJjZ-HhyJSKPLVJDPrefXBp7qmCVnHOgD-srFswJtREx8HCzWmfmH3Nuc_yG3pW52BKXJ4JCdJOdAAttAZm3kzZdk_5GdTXFcZQ/s419/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmVahLP6DDtziVFCQcYJ_8-i0sqyK6idJXO5szvCuCU8_IY1PiXl3ljjb6Bl8tDNdYPQz9OUN26IVLhzpJjZ-HhyJSKPLVJDPrefXBp7qmCVnHOgD-srFswJtREx8HCzWmfmH3Nuc_yG3pW52BKXJ4JCdJOdAAttAZm3kzZdk_5GdTXFcZQ/s320/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br />"And
how much do you make for your healing hands?" Emily snapped.<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Nothing.
We ask for sponsors, to cover travel expenses, nothing more. If
someone wants to give us a gift, we donate it to a local charity in
that community. We don't believe in taking money for what God gives
us freely."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Can
you do that for my mother?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If
she wants. I'll ask her." He put his hand on Emily's shoulder.
"We're the real deal," he said softly, gazing into her
eyes. "We have faith in God, and the skills he gave us. We heal
people, Emily."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Will
you heal my mom?" she gasped, a sob escaping her.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If
she wants it. We can't do anything, unless the patient asks."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why
not?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Because
they need to believe they've received it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We'll
ask her," Obi said, gazing into her eyes.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
should consider joining us," Father Elvis said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
don't have the skill for it," Obi said quietly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Nonsense.
You're a strong healer, you just don't know it. We'll talk."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Prescott
was waiting by the front door. They walked out with Father Elvis,
whose car was near theirs.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
got in back, sitting behind Emily, who scooted her seat up for him.
She tried to get him to sit up front, but he refused.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My
mother would smack me, if I even considered getting in the front,"
he said with a grin.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Fine.
I don't want to be responsible for that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My
cranium and I thank you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Father
Flannery bid them farewell.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks
again, Father Elvis," Emily said, giving him a hug.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
welcome, Emily." He kissed her on top of the head, murmuring
something.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emily
didn't seem to hear, but Obi did. It was Latin, asking for God's
blessings and healing. He hung back a moment as Prescott helped her
into the car.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Healing?"
Tipping his head, he repeated the phrase.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
all need it," Father Elvis replied. "For Emily, it's not
physical, but emotional. Not just her mother's illness has her
upset."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you." He held out his hand. "I appreciate your help and
prayers, Father."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
welcome—Father."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back
home, Obi walked into the sound of laughter and the scents of a
delicious feast. No one was out front, so he assumed they were all in
the kitchen. Kicking off his shoes, he wandered back. Clive was
pouring Emily a glass of wine. He poured another for Obi.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"To
family, friends, and good health," he said, raising his glass.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Repeating
his toast, they clinked glasses before taking a sip.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
was good to see Father Elvis," Prescott said with a smile.
"How's he doing?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Very
well. He helped me give Wanda the sacrament for the sick."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He's
a good man," Hester said. "He grew up in our neighborhood,
but he was enough older, you boys weren't in school with him."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He
had to do a project on various religions," Prescott said,
topping off their glasses. "He came to our service, and had a
long chat with me afterward. He's a very astute fellow."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I've
always liked him," Obi said. "We served on a citywide panel
of religious leaders, a couple years ago. He and I were seated next
to one another, and found we had a lot in common. He kept offering to
Baptize me into the Catholic faith." He laughed, shaking his
head.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
ready for your sermon tomorrow?" Eagle asked their father.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
sure am. I expect you all in the front row."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Like
we were for our entire youths," Obi replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Unless
we were in the band, or choir," Clive added.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
wondered why you all opted to be musicians," Prescott frowned, a
smile tugging his lips.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
could hide behind the partition, instead of having to be out front
for everyone to stare at. I hated being on display," Eagle said
with a shudder.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Try
being the man at the pulpit," Obi countered. "See how many
people stare at you then."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Woof—no
thanks! I can't even imagine speaking in front of a bunch of people."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Congregations
aren't as bad as other religious," Prescott said. "Have you
had to do that, Son?" he asked Obi.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
belonged to a religious panel which required each of us to speak at
least once a year. More often than not, the person assigned would cop
out at the last minute, and I'd get a topic handed to me—as I
walked in. More than once, I got up there and winged it. Luckily, I
have my sermons memorized, and they cover a wide range of topics.
Only one time, I got handed—" he paused, thinking. "What
was it? <span style="font-style: normal;">Oh yes, </span><i>Love Thy
Neighbor</i> – as applies to all those around you. I drew a blank,
until I remembered Dad's Love Thy Brother Speech. I changed it up a
little, and used it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What's
the Love Thy Brother Speech?" Emily asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
brothers laughed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
had a tendency to smack each other around," Eagle said. "So
Dad gave us that speech whenever we drew blood."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So—roughly
every other week," Clive added with a grin.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's
a corker," Prescott said. "Calls upon brotherly love, Bible
quotes, and a bunch of other good stuff. One of my best, if I may say
so."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
others thought so. Because of that speech, I got handed the job of
preparing the next one, as well. It was good experience, though. And
I met some great people. We had a sister city in Florida, and I got
to fly down there to meet those priests. It was a good time."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
can't imagine finding a bunch of other priests a good time,"
Eagle snarked, shaking his head.</span></span></p>
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came out of the room, smiling. "Let me tell you what's going
on," she said gently, taking Emily's hands. She explained
briefly, her mother's condition.</span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
could hear her calm voice, and Emily's questions, as he walked off.
He knew he should stay to help Emily, but sensed that Wanda needed
the blessings he could give her, more than Emily needed the presence
of a stranger.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Mass
was over, and people filed out of the chapel. Some were walking,
others were in wheelchairs, pushed by orderlies and aids. Waiting for
the room to clear, Obi waved at Father Flannery.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Come
to the other side?" Father Elvis Flannery asked with a laugh. A
man in his fifties, he'd always reminded Obi of the actor, Bruce
Campbell. He had the same boyish looks and great hair.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Explaining
what he needed, Obi was pleased to see that Father Flannery had it
all. "I should have been prepared, but didn't think about it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
understand, it's not a problem. Mind a little backup? I'd be pleased
to assist you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'd
be honored to have you. Twice the prayers can't hurt."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
they can't. Mind if I ask how you got the shiner?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
told him about his altercation with Edward Lancaster. Father Elvis
nodded, hissing slightly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah,
he's a bugger. He was Roman Catholic, up until he had an argument
with my predecessor. I was a lowly assistant priest at the time.
Lancaster caused some big stink over something minor—oh, that
retarded cousin of his—Abel? Albert?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Abner.
Carr."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Father
Elvis snapped his fingers, pointing at Obi. "That's it. The
guy's got an IQ of a salad bar."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Trying
not to laugh at the uncharitable comment, Obi snorted. "Dumber
than a head of lettuce."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
very one. He wanted Father Murray to give the idiot a job. Murray
tried him out, but ended up firing him for incompetence. Lancaster
got so mad, he left the church, vowing ruination."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Did
he succeed?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Father
Elvis shrugged, shaking his head. "We're still here. Murray
retired sixteen years ago, and is happily living in Arizona. I left
for a while, but was sent back to St. Winifred's ten years ago."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
guess he must have come directly to my church, after leaving there."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Probably.
So, what did you do to piss him off so much?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
wouldn't get in a fight with him. He wanted to tussle, I told him no.
The phone rang, I turned around to go to my office, and he jumped
me."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"What
a jerk."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Believe
me, I called him worse—in my head."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"The
lovely thing about doing that in your head, is that no one can
prosecute you for it." Father Elvis tapped his temple. "Got
to think several steps ahead, in order to keep in front of him. He's
a creep, he's probably crazy, and he's very connected."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
imagine he's going to be someone else's problem from now on."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
said you pressed charges?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe
we'll be lucky, and the justice system worked correctly."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
can pray."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Crossing
themselves, the two priests made their way to Wanda's room. She was
delighted to meet Father Flannery. "I think it's absolutely
fabulous having a priest named Elvis."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you. Thank you very much," he replied, sounding exactly like the
famous King of Rock.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Laughing,
Wanda relaxed. Obi and Elvis gave her the Sacrament of Anointing of
the Sick. By the time they had finished, she was asleep. They
contacted Prescott, and headed out to meet him on the ground floor.
Father Elvis walked with them.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Emily
had lost some of her sparkle. Trudging to the front entrance, she was
very quiet.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
touched her arm. "I know it's hard to see her like that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's
terrible! Mom's always so bubbly and energetic! Nothing gets her
down. Nothing! Now, she's puking every five seconds, and losing her
hair. It can't be good to pump that poison into her!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
does work, Emily. You have to give it time."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why
can't God just point and heal? Why doesn't He do that? Instead, he
kills people with horrible diseases. Why does he do that, Father?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">The
men weren't sure which of them she was asking. Exchanging a look,
they tried to decide what to tell her. Father Elvis finally spoke.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"God
gave us Free Will," he said calmly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Are
you saying my mother <i>chose</i> to be sick?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not
at all. However, we make decisions which can affect our health."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe
so, but she never did anything to deserve this," she sobbed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"People
rarely do. I think it's more a commentary on our world, than on the
people affected by disease. We get around toxic people, and soon that
wears off on us. Our bodies can stand only so much, before they fall
apart."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Does
God engineer it like that?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
Can you imagine if we all lived forever?" He shrugged, shaking
his head.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"No.
It could be quite horrible."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"It
would. There's only so much room. When it's gone, it's gone. But
being ill, growing older, it's not for the weak. Fighting something
like cancer isn't easy. You've got the cancer eating at you, and the
chemicals to kill it, eating at it. I have to keep my opinions to
myself, a lot of the time. I don't believe in conventional
treatments."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Do
you propose we all stop taking medicine, and rely on God?"
Emily's temper flared.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"No,
child. I propose eating well, exercising, and treating your body with
respect. There are natural treatments for cancer, which need to be
more fully explored."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
agree," Obi said. "Sarah's father has talked about it. He's
a doctor, Sir Lane," he explained for Father Elvis' benefit.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"He's
a good man, an incredible healer. He and I are part of a team, who
travel the country talking about how to be healthy. We also share the
Godly perspective." He smiled, pointing to himself. "Afterward,
we do a healing. Anyone who wants to, can come up and have hands laid
on."</span></span></p>
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Emily have her one on one time," Frankie said. "We'll pick
you up later, and stop for a short visit then."<p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sounds
good."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
show you to the shower," Wynter offered.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Take
her to the green room," Obi said. At Wynter's blank look, he
chuckled. "Make a left at the top of the stairs. First room on
the left. It and the pink room, share an adjoining bathroom."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you. I'll get my overnight bag." She and Wynter headed upstairs.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sarah,
dear, would you help me with the dishes, please?" Hester said.
"And I want to start prepping dinner."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Honey,
dinner is ages away," her husband said, after a look at his
watch.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Making
falafels," she replied. "It takes time."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yummy!
I love those!" Sarah said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Carrying
the dirty dishes to the kitchen, Sarah rinsed while Hester loaded.
The men offered to help, but were booted out. Only Frankie was
allowed to stay. She started gathering the ingredients, lining them
up on the counter.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
didn't really want to do that anyway," Obi said as he, his
father, and brothers settled in the living room.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
other men chuckled.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After
showing Emily where to bathe, Wynter joined the women in the kitchen.
Emily came down a little later, her hair in damp curls.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I've
got a hair dryer, if you need it." Obi made to rise.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No,
don't worry about it. It if I use a dryer, it frizzes."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's
chilly at the hospital," Clive warned.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Then
we can wait a little while before we go."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Just
say the word. Randolph Cab Company awaits," Obi said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
aren't driving," Clive stated firmly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
said <i>Randolph</i>, not just me."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"True."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
be happy to take you," Prescott offered. "Say the word."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
will. Thank you all so much. I can see that you've been really good
for my sisters." Her glance went from Obi to Clive. "I'll
go see if they need me in the kitchen. I'm great for opening jars."
She flexed and the men noticed she had well defined arms.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
feel kinda took to shame," Eagle said. "Even I don't have
that delineation!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">About
an hour later, Prescott took Emily to see her mother. Obi went along,
to lead her to the room and check on Wanda. Prescott decided to wait
in the cafeteria.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When
they got upstairs, the nurses smiled, delighted to meet Emily.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So
good to put a face with the name," Rebecca, the head nurse, said
with a smile. "She talks about the three of you non-stop!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"All
good, I hope?" Emily said, looking a little worried.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Absolutely.
She loves you girls so much."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She's
the best mom ever," Emily replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
drop in and say hello, then I'll go join Dad. You can call us when
you're ready."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When
they got to the room, he door was closed. Disturbing sounds reached
their ears, like someone vomiting. Emily recoiled, her hand over her
face. There wasn't an odor out there, but Obi knew some people were
affected by the sound.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
check," he said softly. "Go tell the nurse."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She
scurried back to the nursing station. He eased the door open. Wanda
sat in bed, a dishpan on her lap. Face white, hands trembling, she
looked at him with sorrowful eyes.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Can't
seem to stop," she sobbed. "I tried to call the nurse, but
the button—I can't find it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
rushed over, digging the call button from between the railing and
mattress. The door opened, and Rebecca came in.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Are
you okay, Wanda? Your daughter said you were sick."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
can't stop—" Another spasm shook her. Opening her mouth, all
she could do was gag over the dishpan. Nothing came out.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Doctor
prescribed anti-nausea meds. I'll be right back."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
sit with her," Obi said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
let Emily know what's going on," Rebecca said as she left.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
don't know if I can keep doing this," Wanda whispered. "I
know chemo isn't easy, but I feel like I'm going to barf up a lung—I
mean that literally. It's so—" she retched again.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
held her hair, talking softly to her. When she was done, he got a
cool cloth, wiping her face. Rebecca returned with a syringe. She
cleaned the IV port, injecting the medication.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This
should help right away. Emily's waiting outside, if you want to see
her. I'll run a brush through your hair, and wash your face, shall
I?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Please.
Obi," Wanda gasped, holding out her hand. "Can you give me
blessing of the sick?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
haven't got my bag, but I can still say the prayers with you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Father
Flannery, from St. Winifred's, is at the chapel for Saturday Mass,"
Rebecca said. "I know it's a different flavor of Catholic, but
might he have the things you need?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
go see." He checked his watch. "Mass should be over
shortly." He gave Wanda a soft kiss on the cheek, after washing
her face.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rebecca
brushed her hair, tsking a little when some of it came out in her
hands. Wanda sobbed again. Obi hugged her, talking quietly, saying
prayers and singing to her.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
knew this would happen," he murmured. "It's part of the
process."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
can't do this," Wanda whimpered. "I can't."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We'll
talk about this when you feel better," he said softly. "This
is a big decision."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
know. You're right. Send Emily in, I feel up to it, now."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll
do that, and go check with Father Flannery." Kissing her softly
on the brow, he helped her get settled before going out to find
Emily. "She's weak, and feels like crap," he said quietly.</span></span></p>
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More About Dellani</span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span></span></p>Dellani Oakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17537857916391453921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35765400.post-70125313681921793862023-07-06T08:00:00.001-04:002023-07-06T08:00:00.156-04:00Old Time Religion ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 35<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmVahLP6DDtziVFCQcYJ_8-i0sqyK6idJXO5szvCuCU8_IY1PiXl3ljjb6Bl8tDNdYPQz9OUN26IVLhzpJjZ-HhyJSKPLVJDPrefXBp7qmCVnHOgD-srFswJtREx8HCzWmfmH3Nuc_yG3pW52BKXJ4JCdJOdAAttAZm3kzZdk_5GdTXFcZQ/s419/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmVahLP6DDtziVFCQcYJ_8-i0sqyK6idJXO5szvCuCU8_IY1PiXl3ljjb6Bl8tDNdYPQz9OUN26IVLhzpJjZ-HhyJSKPLVJDPrefXBp7qmCVnHOgD-srFswJtREx8HCzWmfmH3Nuc_yG3pW52BKXJ4JCdJOdAAttAZm3kzZdk_5GdTXFcZQ/s320/Old%20Time%20Religion%20cover%20small.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Oy
vay?" Eagle whispered. "She's Jewish?"</span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Anyone
can say it," Sarah replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"True.
And her latest boyfriend is Jewish," Wynter said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
explains it," Sarah concluded with a nod.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emily
came back, all smiles.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Are
you hungry?" Wynter asked, taking her arm. "We've just had
the most delicious meal. I'll warm you up a plate."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank
you. That would be great."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Coffee,
tea, kombucha?" Eagle offered as he led the way to the kitchen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emily
wrinkled her nose. "Vomit in a bottle? I'll pass, thanks. Coffee
sounds amazing. Don't suppose I can get a latte?" she teased.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Just
regular, I'm afraid," Obi replied. "I don't have a fancy
coffee machine. And before anyone gets any ideas," he eyed his
brother. "I don't want one, either. My basic Mr. Coffee espresso
machine blew up a year or so ago. Missed me by this much!" He
held his fingers half an inch apart. "I don't want anything else
with pressurized steam."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Coward,"
Eagle coughed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
can be replaced," Obi warned him in a friendly tone. "I'll
go to the Younger Brother Store and buy another one, who won't be
such a nuisance."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eagle
burst out laughing. "You'd have to take valuable time, breaking
him in."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good
point. I guess I'll keep you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emily
giggled. "Sounds like you, Wyn."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
used to tell her that I'd take her to Kinkos and get a less noisy
copy made."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And
you believed her?" Sarah asked, slightly aghast.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Of
course. Why would her older sister lie?" Wynter put her hands
under her chin, batting her eyelashes.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Their
laughter filled the house. Hester took over coffee prep, since Obi
was having problems.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"In
fairness to Emily, she was five," Wynter explained. "But it
was a great threat, and worked like a charm."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She
had to babysit me," Emily added. "I didn't make it easy."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No,
you sure didn't! But you grew up pretty great."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks,
so did you, Sis. She took a lot of work," Emily said with a
sigh. "But I successfully molded her into the woman she is
today."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Giggling,
the sisters hugged. The front door opened.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hello!"
Clive called. "Took a while to find the right corkscrew. And we
picked up more wine," he explained as he and Frankie walked in
arm in arm.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi
and Eagle knew that they hadn't spent over an hour just getting a
corkscrew, but didn't say so. What their parents thought, they didn't
care to speculate. Clive had always been the most impetuous, and
therefore got laid more than Obi ever had. Eagle topped them both,
but he didn't care to think about that, either. Maybe it wouldn't be
his youngest brother who reproduced first, after all.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Emily!"
Frankie screeched when she saw her younger sister. "It's so good
to see you!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emily
flung her arms around Frankie, hugging so hard her sister gasped.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jabbing
at Emily's ribs, Frankie turned slightly red in the face. "Air,"
she gasped.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wynter
came to her rescue. "Arms of steel, sis," she warned.
"Emily is a personal trainer. She can break a walnut with her
knees."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
men blushed, the women laughed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She's
exaggerating," Emily explained. "But I'm very strong. Sorry
to strangle you, Middle Sis." She gave Frankie a gentler hug.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Food,"
Eagle announced, heading to the fridge. "What do you want?"
He listed off available meals.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Whatever
comes first to hand," Emily replied. "I'm so hungry, I
could eat tofu."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We're
out of that, at the moment," Sarah replied with a smile. "But
I can make some."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks.
I think I'd rather pass out from hunger. My boyfriend is a
pretentious vegan, and can't understand my obsession with a delicious
T-bone."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
all laughed loudly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Gary's
vegan?" Wynter asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Frankie
made a cut gesture, shaking her head.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Frankster
didn't tell you? I dumped him. He had some nasty habits." Her
lips snapped shut.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Which
we won't discuss," Frankie said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
must have missed that," Wynter said quietly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
didn't want to burden you, Wyn. You were dealing with your own slice
of hell. I dumped his pervo butt a couple months ago. This new guy
though.... Whatever happened to men being manly? I swear, so many
guys seem to think that we all want to date the Gay Best Friend."
Shaking her head, she didn't see the men exchange a look.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
heard that," she said without looking up.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
didn't say a word," Clive responded.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Didn't
have to." She flashed a smirk.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive
cleared his throat. "We have a bunch of friends, all manly—well,
except for Patrick...." He shrugged.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Patrick
is always the exception," Eagle replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Is
Patrick gay?" Emily frowned.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No.
But he's—odd. Great guy, but—odd," Obi concluded.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We'll
pass on Patrick, thanks."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Duly
noted," the brothers chorused, making them all laugh.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emily
enjoyed her meal as the others sipped coffee and shared a box of
cookies Wynter had brought over.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"When
can we go see Mom?" Emily asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We
can take you by anytime," Wynter replied. "Do you want a
shower or a nap first?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes,
to the shower. Do we need to run by Mom's place?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
welcome to shower here," Obi said. "Then one of us can take
you over. You all want to go?" he asked the sisters.</span></span></p>
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wanna go?"</span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah.
Thanks!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Back in a
few."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They were off in a
flash, holding hands.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If my
younger brother gets lucky before I do, I might have to hurt him,"
Obi grumbled.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Everyone chuckled
and he realized he'd said that out loud. Rather than being
embarrassed, he laughed it off.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'd blame
the drugs, but I haven't had a pill." Shrugging the uninjured
shoulder, he cracked a grin.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wynter giggled,
touching his cheek. "You turn a lovely shade of pink, when
you're embarrassed."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good. Shows
I have excellent blood flow. Did you find out why Bardo came?"
he asked, to take the heat off himself.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I had a long
chat with Officer Avery. From what they can determine, he came to
talk to you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Me? Why? How
does he even know my name? Let alone where I live?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Apparently,
he put an illegal tracker on my phone."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He—what?
Who <i>does</i> that?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"A seriously
unbalanced person," his mother said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's a
polite way of saying he's freaking crackers," Eagle said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Which is a
nice way of saying he's out of his f-ing mind," Wynter
corrected. "I thought he was just enthusiastic and artistic. He
swept me off my feet, made me his star—after we moved in together,
things started to change. He was cruel, controlling—he even told me
what I could or couldn't eat. I nearly developed a serious eating
disorder, until friends, and Frankie, stepped in. She convinced me to
leave him. I was having trouble finding a good way to cover my
tracks. I finally decided to come visit Mom, and work things out.
Then—all this!" Flinging up her arms, she burst into tears.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi was at her
side immediately, pulling her close with his right arm. His father
slipped the sling off as he held Wynter, so he could put both arms
around her. The family quietly left them, holding one another, as she
wept.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He was
spying on me! Listening to conversations! He could even see my
contacts list on my phone! That's how he found out your name. And he
tracked me here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She clung to him, her
face buried in his chest, gripping the front of his shirt.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You didn't
do this," Obi said, taking her hands gently in his. "You're
not to blame. Despite what he might like to lay at your feet, you
aren't guilty of anything more than bad judgment. After Cieran, I
have to own my decision for getting involved. I can't blame it all on
her, but I sure don't blame it all on myself, either. That's him,
warping you. He's the guilty one, not you. Don't let him win, Wynter.
You're too strong a woman for that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't feel
strong. I feel helpless and weak."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
neither of those things, my beautiful Wynter. You're the strongest,
bravest woman I've ever met. You're intrepid, adventurous—and I
could fall in love so easily. Just give me a couple more minutes...."
he whispered.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Taking her face in
his hands, he kissed her. With a gasp of surprise, and joy, she
opened her mouth. His tongue swept between her lips, deepening the
kiss. Wynter clutched at him, pulling him closer. For a time, they
forgot there were others in the house. Together, they drifted into
their own little world of newly born love.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi had never felt
anything so powerful. It was as if his heart had been bound, and that
the restraints burst open, setting him free. He couldn't get enough
of holding her, kissing her. She seemed to feel the same, because she
clung to him as if her life depended on it.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The doorbell rang,
and they both became aware of how rugged they looked. Laughing, they
went to the nearest bathroom to wash their faces and comb their hair.
Someone else answered the door, because they heard voices in the
foyer.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hand in hand, they
walked out to see that a young woman stood there, a suitcase beside
her on the floor. Prescott was closing the door behind her. A cab
pulled away from the curb. Wynter let out a squeal like a tea kettle.
Dashing toward the woman, she held her arms wide.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Emily!"
she squeaked. "It's so good to see you!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The sisters
embraced, crying happily.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I've missed
you so much," Emily said, holding her eldest sister close. "I
didn't realize how much, until Mom called, and asked me to come."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wynter took a step
away. "When did she do that?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The day
after you got here. It took a while to arrange days off, and stuff.
Are you okay?" She held her sister's face, gazing deeply into
her eyes. “Frankie told me you'd be here, so I came right from the
airport.”</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emily was an
interesting cross between Frankie and Wynter in looks. Her hair was
medium brown, her eyes a soft greenish-hazel. The smiles were
identical, though. All three girls favored their mother.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm great,"
Wynter said, hugging her little sister. "I'm glad you're here.
Mom will be excited to see you." They hugged again. "Let me
introduce you to some people.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Starting with
Prescott and Hester, she introduced Eagle and Sarah next. Finally,
taking Obi's hand, she proudly introduced him to her sister.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're the
priest, huh?" She shook his hand, eyes twinkling.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes.
Anglican, not Catholic."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I figured
that out," she replied with a wink. "Sure did."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why didn't
you call?" Wynter asked, hugging her again.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I called
Frankie. I wanted it to be a surprise."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well, it
sure is!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Come on in,"
Hester invited. "Do you need to freshen up?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I could sure
use a bathroom! It was a crazy long drive from the airport. Is there
always this much traffic?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi checked his
watch. "You're at the end of the lunch rush. How long did it
take?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Just over an
hour!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You were
lucky, and your cabby broke a few traffic laws," Eagle said with
a smirk.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You mean
that's a <i>good</i> time? Oy vay!" Laughing, she followed
Hester to the bathroom under the stairs.</span></span></p>
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for her, carrying it to the kitchen.</span></span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Mom, I know
you'd like grandchildren. I want kids. But I have to find a willing
woman first."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You've got a
wonderful woman."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She's not
mine, Mother. We're good friends, not dating."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You'd be
very good together."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I think so,
too. But she's come out of a horrible relationship, after years of
abuse. I'm not going to push."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You could
push a little, Obadiah. A woman likes to know she's desired."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank you."
He took her hand, kissing it. "I promise, I will do that.
Honestly, I look at the rest of my life, and I see her in it."
The tears started again.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She needs a
good man."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And I need a
good woman. I knew Cieran wasn't the one for me, but you get lonely
enough—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
understand, darling. But at the rate you're going, your youngest
brother will be a father before you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He laughed,
nodding. "Yeah. Could very well be. More power to him."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The door opened,
thumping the wall.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hiya!"
Clive called out.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hi there!"
Obi replied. "Living room."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His brother
bustled in, his arms full of bags. Prescott came out to meet him,
taking a few.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What on
earth are you doing?" Hester asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Groceries.
The girls made me," he said with a chuckle. "They're
outside, getting more stuff."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Prescott trotted
out to the car. Clive put his bags in the kitchen and followed. The
women came in with more bags. When Clive and their father came in,
they shut the door.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Where's
Eric?" Hester asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"On his way.
I sent him on an errand," Sarah said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The door opened
again, and Eagle came in, carrying another bag. This one was heavy.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I was sent
to obtain libations," he said with a chuckle.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What on
earth? I've got wine," Obi said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not like
this," Eagle replied. "Come see." He carried the bag
to the kitchen. Setting it on the table, he lifted out several
bottles. "There's a local winery, just outside town. It's got
the most amazing snow wine ever. It just came up for sale. I've been
waiting five years for this!" He held out a bottle for his
brother to see.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This is
their first batch of snow wine," Sarah said. "I know the
vintner, he's a patient. He saved these back for us, at my request."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I've seen
signs for this place. Do they do tours?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"They do. We
should all go, while Mom and Dad are here," Eagle said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'd like
that, when I'm not a gimp."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's a
date."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hey, Mom is
getting out of the hospital tomorrow," Wynter said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's great
news. Are they doing out-patient for her treatments?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We hope so.
The first one made her so weak and sick, I just don't know."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We'll pray
about it before starting dinner," Obi said. "Let's get the
groceries up, and do that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank you."
Smiling a little, she gave him a soft kiss on the lips and a gentle
hug.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
welcome."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wynter started
unpacking groceries. Obi tried to help, but was summarily thrown out
of his kitchen. However, when they were done, they stood in a circle
in the dining room, holding hands. Bowing their heads, they waited.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Dear
Father," Obi said. "We have faith in your love, and thank
you for your blessings. Please, take care of Wanda. Bring her back to
health, and help her cope with the medications she's given. Heal her
body and her soul, Lord. In the name of Jesus, your son, we pray.
Amen."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They all said a
resounding Amen. Squeezing hands, they raised their heads smiling at
one another.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wynter, who was
standing next to Obi, gave him another kiss. This one wasn't just a
friendly one. In fact, it went on for quite some time, taking on a
life of its own. Neither of them noticed that the others had quietly
gone back to the kitchen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi held her a
long time, enjoying the taste of her lips, and the touch of her body.
The raw, emotional pain and doubt he'd been feeling, ebbed away, like
waves at the beach.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I've wanted
to do that since we met," he whispered.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Me, too.
You've been so kind, so loving. I couldn't have gotten through this
without you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He wanted to say
he loved her, but that was simply ridiculous. They hardly knew one
another, though it felt as if he'd known her his entire life. A wisp
of hair had fallen from her ponytail. Lifting it softly, he brushed
it behind her ear. His lips found hers once more.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The kitchen door
popped open. Someone cleared his throat. They looked over to see
Eagle. He looked rather sheepish, hands in his pockets, shoulders
hunched.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So
incredibly sorry to bother you, but I can't find your cork screw. I
looked everywhere."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Was it <i>Eagle
Looking</i>, or <i>Mom Looking</i>?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She helped
me. Do you still have one?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah! Hang
on." He gave Wynter another short kiss before heading to the
kitchen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I wouldn't
have bothered you, but Mom...."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No worries."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi looked in the
drawer where the corkscrew should be. It wasn't there. It wasn't any
of the weird places someone else might have put it. In fact, he
couldn't find it anywhere.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's plain
weird. Didn't we have it the other night?" he asked Wynter.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't
remember. Maybe the other wine was screw top?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We need a
corkscrew," Clive said. "I'll go get one. Anything else we
need while I'm out?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Can't think
of anything," Obi said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 0; text-decoration: none; widows: 0;">
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Styrofoam travel cup with coffee. Thanking her, he took his leave. A
few minutes after he went outside, a police cruiser pulled up.</span></span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why would
Wynter's ex be on my porch?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I wonder
what he's doing in town?" his father asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe he
followed her? He had to know her mom lives here. But <i>my</i> house?
That's weird. And kinda creepy. I need to call her."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No. Eagle's
taking her to see her mother. Call him," his father said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes, sir."
He called his brother.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hey, big
bro, sup?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi explained.
Eagle got quiet.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hello? Is
Wynter there?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah. Okay.
I'll tell her."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I want to
tell her myself."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
capable—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She'll want
to speak to me, to make sure I'm all right."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sure. Of
course. One second." The phone exchanged hands.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hi, how are
you feeling?" Her voice sparkled, there was no other word for
it.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi felt terrible,
knowing he was going to tarnish that shininess. "I'm feeling
fine. But I had a visitor. It was Bardo."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What?"
she gasped. "Are you all right?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes. I'm
fine. He didn't attack me, but he arrived on my porch. He knew my
name! Where I live. What the hell?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Oh, my God,"
she whispered. "But you're all right?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm all
right. The police arrived quickly. He's in jail."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I need to
talk to him."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why would
you want to?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Because, he
might not tell the police why he's here, but he'll tell me!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wynter...."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I need
Avery's number."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rather than
arguing with her, he snapped a picture of Avery's card and sent it to
her.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank you."
She hung up.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That went
about as badly as I thought," he sighed. Running his hand
through his hair, he winced. He'd used his left hand, without
thinking.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You did what
you had to," his mother said. "There is no gentle way to
tell her something like that, and she has a right to know."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Agreed,"
his father said. "I'm fixing that damn doorknob. We went out to
buy a new one. Ran into a few old friends, and went for coffee. I'm
sorry you had to go through that alone."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks, Dad.
I'm all right. I'm a grown man. If a thing like that upsets me, I
might as well move back home." He chuckled a little nervously.
Hands trembling, he belied his own words.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Tea,"
his mother stated. "And I brought those rolls you like."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That would
be great, Mom. But I don't have tea."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I bought
some. Where's the sling?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No clue. My
room?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He started toward
the stairs, but his father beat him to it.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Be right
back." He trotted up. "Yeup! Here it is!" He came just
as briskly back down. Carefully, he helped Obi put it on.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Tea's
ready," his mother announced. "How about out here?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She set the tray
with teapot and cups on the coffee table. A platter of sweet rolls
nestled beside the pot. Obi couldn't help smiling. It was great being
pampered once in a while. What he'd considered hovering, when he was
younger, was nothing more than his mother's love. She showed it by
the little things she did, like remembering his favorite sweet rolls,
from his favorite bakery.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They talked
quietly as they ate and drank their tea. Obi had to admit, he felt a
lot better afterward. He was able to assist his father by handing him
tools and talking.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I got it
keyed at the store, so you don't have to change up," Prescott
said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm
surprised they did that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It was that
small corner hardware—Abernathy's."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"John
Abernathy is one of my parishioners."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I know.
We've known his family for years. His son, Roger, runs it now. Nice
boy."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi chuckled.
"Roger Abernathy is forty-two, Dad."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And I'm
fifty-seven. To me, he's a kid."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I suppose
that's true." There were times he considered Eagle to be a
child, so he could understand his father's perspective. "Thank
you both, so much. I didn't realize how much I've missed you."
He felt himself tearing up. Inhaling deeply, he tried to stop the
tears, but they made their way out.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His mother handed
him a napkin, saying nothing as he wiped his cheeks.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Then perhaps
what we've got to say, will please you," she said gently,
nodding at her husband.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We're moving
back. I asked for a transfer a few months ago, and they've granted
it. Father Charlie wants to retire."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He's not
that old, surely."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No, but he's
got some health problems, and wants to move to an easier climate."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wow. I had
no idea. Where's he going?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"A small town
in Southern California. His son lives there. They've built a tiny
home for him, and parked it in the backyard."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll be
sorry to see him go, but I'm glad he's going to be near his son.
Since his wife died, he's been lonely."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes, and
he'll enjoy being near the grandchildren. I wouldn't mind one or two
of them, myself," his mother chided.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Nothing I'd
like better, but you'll need to give me a little time. Not something
I can just make appear," he teased her.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm just
saying," she fussed, picking up the tea tray.</span></span></p>
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Taking out his phone, he shut the door, bolting it. The man started
pounding on it, rattling the doorknob.</span></span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"9-1-1,
what's your emergency?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"There's a
strange man on my porch, trying to get in the house."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Are you in a
safe place?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No. I'm
standing in my foyer, hoping he doesn't come through the window."
Leaning his hip against the door frame, he felt every vibration.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Can you get
to a safe place, Mr. Randolph?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm worried
about leaving the door, ma'am."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Leave it. Go
to a safe place. I have officers rolling now."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes, ma'am."
He headed to the utility room. It had a solid door between him and
the rest of the house, as well as a door leading outside, should he
need to leave.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Is anyone
else in the house?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My parents
were here, but I haven't seen them this morning."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"See if you
can find them. My officers should be there in less than a minute."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The banging and
knocking got louder. The door knob rattled, and Obi was afraid it
would fall off. If it did, there was very little to keep the man from
getting in. There was a deadbolt, but like the door knob, it was
rickety. The storm door was mostly glass, but there was also a
screen, which someone could punch through.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm in the
laundry room at the back of the house," he stated.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good. My
first officer is there. I want you to hold on, until I get
confirmation that the threat has been dealt with."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank you. I
can still hear banging."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There was suddenly
silence.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The officer
must have gotten him, it's stopped. I'm going out."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No!
Absolutely not, until I get an all clear from Officer Avery."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There was a pause.
His doorbell rang.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That will be
Officer Avery," the dispatcher said. "Verify his name and
badge number for me."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes, ma'am."
Making his way to the door, he saw the familiar face of his cop
buddy. "I know Officer Avery," he told the dispatcher.
"It's him."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good. You
have a better day, Mr. Randolph."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I will. You
too."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank you.
Goodbye."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Bye."
He unlocked the door, letting Avery in.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Where's the
bad guy?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"On his way
to lock up. My partner took him."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Any idea who
he was?" he invited the officer in, closing the door behind him.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I was hoping
you could tell me."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No clue. I
just got up. Want some coffee?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Love some."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Come on back
to the kitchen. I'll make some. I don't know where my folks are."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Is this
their house?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No, it's
mine. They're visiting." He checked the coffee pot and found out
that someone had set it up. All he had to do was press the button.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Officer Avery
helped him get out mugs, cream and sugar. Obi found some bagels on
the counter and toasted one for each of them. He gave his statement
and they sipped their coffee and ate. They were just finishing up
when the front door rattled. Avery was immediately alert. Obi put a
hand on his arm.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My parents.
Dad has trouble with the door."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
sure?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah. He did
the same thing yesterday."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The door burst
open and his mother flew down the hall to the kitchen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What's going
on? What happened? The storm door's dented, and the front door is all
marked up."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's all
right, Mom. Someone tried to break in."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What? Oh, my
Lord! Prescott, did you hear?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I did. Who
was it?" He set a couple bags from the hardware store, on the
table.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No idea, but
he knew my name."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's odd."
Shaking his head, Prescott poured coffee for himself and Hester.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If you think
of anything else, call me. Do you still have my card?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I do."
Obi pointed to the freezer door. The card was up there with a magnet.
"Thank you for responding so quickly."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're
welcome."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Can you let
me know who the hell that is?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"When I find
out, I'd be happy to." His radio crackled. "Go for Avery."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You ready
for a ride?" the other man's voice said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes. Hey,
any identity on the intruder?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Bardo
McHenry," his partner replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wait. What?"
Obi said. "That's my friend Wynter's ex-boyfriend. He's from New
York City. What the heck is he doing here?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll make it
a point to find out. More importantly, why <i>here</i>?" Avery
said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No clue. But
you might want to talk to Wynter."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good idea.
Do you have her number?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes."
Obi gave it to him.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She's on her
way to the hospital, to see her mother," Hester replied.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll call
her later. It's going to take a little while to finish the paperwork.
You feeling all right, Father? You look kinda rough."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm okay. I
look worse than I feel."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good. If you
need me, call."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I will, I
promise. I'll put your number on my phone."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Excellent."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Lovely to
meet you, dear," Hester said. "Do you want some coffee to
go?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't mind
if I do," he replied.</span></span></p>
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know the forbidden names. You're screwed."</span></span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks a
bunch. I hope you have a really embarrassing name, and I can use it
against you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My name is
Sarah Elizabeth. Not embarrassing."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Rats."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Dinner's
about ready to be served. Wash up!" his mother called from the
kitchen. "We'll eat in here," she said as the door dropped
shut.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi and Sarah
wandered to the small restroom off the foyer, under the stairs. She
washed first, then he did. It was awkward with the sling, but he
figured it out.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What had
originally been a back porch, had been turned into a large breakfast
nook. The circular table was huge, so there was plenty of room. It
was laden with food.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This is like
Thanksgiving and Christmas combined!" Obi said, smiling.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's a
celebration," Wynter said, taking his hand. "Your family is
back together, and there are new friends here."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We're all
family," Hester said with a smile. "I'm delighted to meet
you girls. I believe that you'll be good for my sons."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Mom, we just
met," Clive reminded her.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're going
to argue with me?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No, ma'am."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good.
Blessing, Prescott."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi and his father
both opened their mouths. Laughing, Obi let his father do the honors.
Afterward, they started passing the dishes. Eagle was on one side,
Wynter on the other. Between them, they served Obi.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I feel like
I'm three years old again," he grumbled.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"A three year
old doesn't act like such a big baby," Eagle remarked casually.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I <i>will</i>
hit you," Obi said. "And there's not a thing you can do
about it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Boys,"
Hester said. "I swear, you get together, and revert."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My sisters
and I have been known to do the same," Frankie said.
"Especially—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Emily,"
Wynter finished.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Exactly."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's not
easy being the youngest," Eagle said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The youngest
gets away with murder," Clive said. "And you always blamed
everything on me. You knew better than to try to palm it off on Obi.
But you constantly got me in trouble."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I did not."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The garage
door? Mrs. Jenkins' car window? Hm?" He tilted his head, eyeing
his younger brother sharply.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You <i>did</i>
do the garage door!" Eagle protested.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clive looked at
Obi. "Well?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Eric totally
nailed the garage door with the baseball bat. I tried to explain at
the time," he told his parents. "And he broke Mrs. Jenkin's
car window, and he tied the fire crackers to the cat's tail."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You were an
obnoxious little brat," Sarah teased, nudging Eagle.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I never did!
You totally did all those things."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm here to
tell you, he didn't. You've lied about it so long, you really believe
it. You were kind of a little shit," Obi said calmly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If you
weren't injured, I'd smack the daylights out of you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If I weren't
injured, I'd let you <i>try</i>," Obi said calmly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Enough,
boys," their father interceded at just the right moment.
"Ladies, this meal is absolutely delicious. I applaud you all."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The brothers
agreed. Eagle gave Sarah a kiss. Feeling a little left out, Obi and
Clive gave their lady friends a kiss on the cheek. All three earned
smiles.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After dinner,
Prescott headed to Obi's office to work on Sunday's sermon. The
others gathered in the living room with coffee and board games. The
women had brought several with them.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I wanted
<i>Cards Against Humanity</i>, or <i>Exploding Kittens</i>,"
Clive said. "But I was out voted."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not
appropriate," Sarah said sternly. "We discussed this."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah. We
did. Doesn't mean I like it, or appreciate, the tongue lashing that
followed." He glared at his younger brother.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We've got
<i>Utter Nonsense</i>," Sarah said with a grin. She plunked a
green box on the table. "And <i>Clue</i>. What would you like,
Hester?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Let's play
<i>Utter Nonsense</i>. This sounds fun."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They had a lot of
fun playing the game, which had silly sayings, combined with weird
accents, for nearly an hour and a half. At one point, Prescott came
out to get a cup of coffee, and heard them laughing. Smiling, he
watched for a moment, from the kitchen doorway. Delighted they were
having fun, he headed back to finish up his sermon. He was very
pleased with how it had turned out. He'd never had one fall into
place so quickly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Around 10:00,
everyone went home, leaving Obi and his parents at his house. He took
a pain pill and went to bed. Prescott and Hester stayed up a little
longer, talking about his sermon, and how to tweak it. Putting the
final polish on it, they headed to bed about 11:00.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi was up a few
times during the night, but felt less uncomfortable than he had
earlier in the day. He slept better, and got up with less groaning
and moaning. His arm wasn't as stiff, and the lividity of his bruises
had diminished. Feeling much better, he trotted downstairs,
whistling. Someone knocked at the door. He had no idea who might be
visiting that early, but he opened the door with a smile. A man he
didn't know, stood on the porch. Obi didn't much like his expression.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Father
Prescott Randolph?" He put his hand on the storm door.
Fortunately, it was locked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Who are
you?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Are you
Prescott Randolph?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi glared at him.
The man's face grew stony.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Answer the
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get comfortable. I was exhausted when I lay down, then I woke up and
just lay there."</span></span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's a
terrible feeling. You do look a little better. Where's your sling?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He held it up with
his right hand. "I promise not to do anything. I just need it
off for a while. I start feeling claustrophobic."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You never
did like to be contained. Of the three of you, you're the only one
who didn't like being swaddled. You'd scream and kick until I set you
free."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I promise
not to scream and kick." He kissed her cheek. "Where are
Dad and Eric?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"They've gone
to Wynter's, to help with the food moving process."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I have to
say, I'm just as glad to miss that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Laughing lightly,
his mother motioned for him to take a seat. "Sit. I'll get you
some coffee."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'd rather
have something cold."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I can do
cold coffee, if you like."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No. Water or
juice is fine."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I just made
lemonade."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Perfect.
Thanks." He gratefully accepted a glass of the icy, tart drink.
Taking a sip, he closed his eyes. "You always make it just
right."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thank you."
She sat, a glass of her own in front of her. "What's on your
mind?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Does
something have to be?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Of course it
does. You're just like me, your mind is never still. But there's
something deeply bothering you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi smiled,
fiddling with his glass. "Am I doing the right thing with my
life, Mom? I don't know anymore."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's just
because of that woman—"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No. I had
doubts before I even met Cieran. Did I simply let myself get forced
into this, because it was tradition?" His voice cracked as he
held back a sob.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hester took her
son's hand. "You know full well how the church screens
applicants. Like the Roman Catholic Church, we don't let just anyone
in. You have to show proof of a true vocation. If there had been any
doubt in Bishop Morelli's mind, he'd never have let you join the
seminary. You worked hard, showed how much you wanted this. Why do
you doubt?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Was I just
doing it because it was expected? Did I merely mirror what I saw in
my father and grandfather? Is this <i>truly</i> where I belong?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm sorry,
Obadiah. Only you can answer that. But if you're having doubts, take
some time off. Go on a retreat. Spend time with the Lord, in
solitude. If you come back, believing that you aren't meant for this
life, then find something else. If, as I suspect, you simply need a
chance to find yourself again, then it will be clear to you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You think?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I know. Your
father had his own crisis, about your age. We'd been married almost
ten years, and had two boys, with a third on the way. I don't know if
you remember, but there were two others between Clive and Eric, which
I lost. It was a miracle that we had Eric. I almost lost him, too.
When he was born, so small and premature, your father nearly lost his
faith. But as Eric grew and got healthy, he found it again."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If I have a
son, I don't think I can force him to take holy orders."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Do you feel
you were forced? Oh, my darling! I never knew that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I never
said. I did what was expected."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We thought
you wanted it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't
know. Maybe I did? I feel as if I'm letting my flock down. How can I
tell them to believe, have faith, when I'm not sure I do?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His mother gasped,
bursting into tears. There was a rattle at the front door. Both of
them wiped their faces, doing their best to pull themselves together.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It must be
Dad. Eagle and Clive don't have that much trouble with the door."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I suppose."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Getting up, he
walked slowly to the door. By the time he got there, his father had
the door open. He fumbled with the key, trying to get it out of the
lock.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That lock
has been a mess since I was seventeen," he fussed. "I kept
telling Dad to fix it, but he never would."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He told me
he did that so he could tell when you boys were getting home. If you
were after curfew, he'd meet you on the stairs and read you the riot
act."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Prescott burst out
laughing. "I always wondered how he did that. Tomorrow, I'm
buying you a new doorknob. That can't continue."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Whatever you
like, Dad. What can I help with?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Nothing at
all. Your brothers and I have it in hand. I'm doing the hard job."
He winked, holding up a lightweight bag. "Did you know that girl
of yours can bake bread?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She's not my
girl. And no. I barely know her."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Get to know
her better. She's just what you need." He pushed past his son,
greeting his wife with a kiss.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The brothers came
next, carrying heavy dishes and cloth bags. The women followed, with
lighter items. Each of them stopped to kiss him on the cheek, as he
held the door. Clive and Eagle went out for another load.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Put your
sling on," Sarah said, holding it out to him.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He'd forgotten
that he'd left it on the table. "Yes, ma'am."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She helped him get
it over his head and under his elbow. "You look like a caged
beast."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I feel like
one. I'm not used to being out of action. And this thing makes me
want to scream and throw things."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I know. Sit
down and rest."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm really
sick of resting."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe so,
but your body isn't. When is the last time you had a pain pill?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't
remember."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Prescott
Obadiah Crispin Randolph, what are we going to do with you?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Recoiling
slightly, Obi nearly lost his balance. Catching his hip on the wall,
he took a step back from her. "Yikes! How did you learn all
that?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wynter."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Please,
don't ever do that again. Only my mother does that."</span></span></p>
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sure I could do that," Obi mused.</span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I hope you
never can. It was a disgusting display."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's hard to
get women frothy, when you wear a priest's collar," he chuckled.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good. Wear
it all the time."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I might <i>want</i>
to froth up a woman, Mother."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Giving a
disapproving sniff, she poured the coffee. Eagle came back, helping
himself, smiling.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sarah sends
her love. She's really excited about meeting you both. So am I. I
think you're going to like her a lot."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"They will,"
Obi stated with confidence. "If you all don't mind. I'd like a
nap." His muscles screamed in protest, as he struggled to rise.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eagle hopped up,
helping him stand. "I've got him. Come on, gimpy."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Isn't that
rather unsympathetic?" their mother asked.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Calling him
gimpy? Nah. He knows it's said with love."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If I felt
better, I'd deck you," Obi said with a laugh.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi settled in the
bed, a light throw over him, the drapes drawn. Eagle turned on the
ceiling fan.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll wake
you when it's time to get ready to go."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"'K.
Thanks...."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Smiling, Eagle
shut the door quietly. His mother was on the phone when he got
downstairs. It took a moment to realize it was his. She was talking
animatedly to someone.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Here he is,
dear. So lovely to hear your voice." She handed the phone to her
son. "Sarah."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You answered
my phone?" he took it from her, frowning.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It rang and
rang. You know I can't stand that."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Eagle?"
came Sarah's slightly tinny voice from the phone.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hi. You
talked to my mom? Why didn't you just leave a message?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It said your
mailbox was full. Besides, how's it a big deal? She's really nice."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She is. Why
did you call?" he tried to keep the irritation from his voice,
but failed.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Get all
snippy. Sheesh! I wanted to tell you what to bring tonight. I told
your mom instead."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That wasn't
the way I wanted you to meet."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Don't be
silly. We'll meet face to face soon enough. How's Obi?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He's doing
okay. Tired. He's sleeping right now."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good. Wynter
suggested having dinner over there."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What did Mom
say to that suggestion?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I didn't
have a chance to ask her, because Wynter suggested it ten seconds
ago. Shall I ask her?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I will. One
second. Mom, Wynter and Sarah want to know if they should bring
dinner over?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I think
that's a lovely idea. It would probably be easier for your brother."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"She said
that's a good idea."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Good. We'll
be there about six-thirty."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We'll be
here."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She giggled.
"Well, if you weren't, it would be silly to come over."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah, it
would. See you soon."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You bet!
Bye!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Bye."
He hung up, looking and feeling rather grumpy.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His mother eyed
him, squinting a little. "Why are you so unhappy? I talked to
your girlfriend, is that a crime?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No, of
course not. I just hoped you'd meet face to face first."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You never
even cared if I met the other ones."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sarah's
different."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I get that,
darling. But really? You're acting like someone stole your lollipop."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eagle chuckled,
nodding. "Yeah. I am. Sorry. They'll be here at six-thirty."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Excellent.
Help me clean up."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Mom, the
house is spotless."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Do what I
tell you. I need to mop the floor, move the table for me."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes, ma'am."
He knew better than to argue with his mother. Doing what she said was
far easier, and smarter than arguing. That was a no-win situation,
which would involve his father.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They worked nearly
an hour on the kitchen floor. When all the furniture was back in
place, his mother enlisted his help, as well as his father's, in
prepping salad fixings. That accomplished, she set about making
dessert. They got thrown out of the kitchen for that process, which
pleased them both.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi slept
fitfully, unable to find an entirely comfortable position. He
couldn't roll on his side, or lie on his belly, because of his
shoulder. Sir had told him he had to wear the sling for at least a
week, and he was already sick of it. He'd have cheated on it, but
there had always been someone around to watch him. He wasn't going to
overdo, he just wanted his hand free. It drove him crazy having to
eat and drink with his right hand. Not that he couldn't. At some
point in his life, he must have eaten with his right, but fairly
early on, he'd switched. He did a lot of things as a lefty, but wrote
with his right. He attributed that to his overbearing first grade
teacher. He'd gone in ambidextrous, and come out right
handed—something he'd never understood.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After about an
hour and a half, he got up and went to the bathroom. His image in the
bathroom mirror was somewhat off-putting. He could see why his family
were pampering him so much.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That
explains the headache," he mumbled. Taking a couple Tylenol, he
decided to go downstairs.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His father and
brother were nowhere to be seen. He could hear his mother in the
kitchen. She had music playing, so he wandered in. She was dancing
and singing to <i>Paper Doll</i> by John Mayer. She spun around,
seeing him for the first time. Laughing, she turned the music down.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I wasn't
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you feel. I've broken a few bones myself. And gotten into some
scuffles. This was a parishioner?"</span><p></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah. Edward
Lancaster."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"He gave
Father Faraday hell, too. I hope they locked the jackass up."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"They did.
How long he stays, who can say? He's rich and connected. I suppose
I've lost my best parishioner. He'll pull his money, and move it to
St. Blase, now."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Probably,
but you can't let that upset you. Others will step up to fill the
gap. Oh, hey. Did Toomy ever call you?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"No. I
haven't seen him. Thanks for calling the boys, though."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I didn't.
Your mother must have."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Uncle Toomy
did," Eagle said. He had four bowls of soup on a tray. He served
these with spoons and napkins.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"That was
quick. Mom's chicken soup usually takes all day."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I made it
yesterday, and heated it up. I made some bread, too. We forgot the
bread." She turned to go back.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll get
it," Eagle said, trotting to the kitchen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">They said blessing
and started eating. Obi closed his eyes, enjoying the savory flavor
on his tongue.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Your soup is
always so good, Mom. Thank you."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"So, you did
need soup," she winked at him.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Apparently,
I did."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"The bread is
a new recipe. I'm anxious to see how you like it."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Each of them took
a hunk of bread. Eating it in very small bites, Obi was pleased to
find that it didn't hurt his throat going down. It was good, but
didn't taste quite like the yeast bread she usually made. He said
something about it.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's
because it's gluten free. Your father's arthritis doctor advised him
to cut out wheat. Most gluten free bread tastes, and feels like,
glue. I found this recipe, and fiddled with it until I got what I
wanted."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's really
good," Obi said, nodding. "I need the recipe, please."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I put it on
the fridge with a magnet. It's a little fiddly, but I'll help you
with your first batch."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's
great, Mom. Thank you. You're the best mom ever."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Hester Randolph
sniffled, dabbing her nose with her napkin. The men heard her, and
froze. Her husband took her bowl, gently dabbing her eyes and cheeks
with his napkin.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Now then,
Hessie. What's wrong?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">She gestured at
Obi.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Darling,
he's fine. A little bruised."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"But it could
have been so much worse!"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"<i>Could</i>
have been," Prescott reminded her. "Wasn't."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks to
Eagle," Obi said softly. "Baby brother saved the day. For
which I'm very grateful. Sarah and her father took good care of me,
as has Wynter."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"When do we
get to meet your lovely lady friend?" Hester asked, forcing a
smile.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Tonight,"
Eagle replied. "She, her sister, and Sarah are making dinner for
us. We decided last night, after you conked out," he told his
brother.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I was gonna
say, first I'd heard of it. You'll like all three women," Obi
assured his parents. "Sarah is a real treasure. Frankie's a trip
and Wynter...." his voice caressed her name tenderly. "She's
the most interesting woman I ever met."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Really? Do
tell!" their mother said with a grin.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"It's not
like that, Mom. We're <i>friends</i>."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"So were
Daddy and I, until we discovered we were more than that. Marrying
your best friend, well, it's the most wonderful thing ever."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Prescott took
Hester's hand, kissing it.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Eagle's phone
rang. He glanced at the screen, standing. "Excuse me. This is
Sarah." He headed to the back of the house, talking animatedly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"This woman
seems to be good for him," Prescott said.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"She's pretty
great," Obi admitted. "I wasn't wild about her, until I
found out she's not an airhead. I think she uses that as a defense
mechanism. Lots of men don't like smart, strong women. Once she
dropped that mask, I liked her a lot."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not that
many men like airheads, either," Hester stated, her mouth firm.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Beg to
differ, Mom. Maybe back in your youth, but now? Men are superficial
idiots."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not <i>my</i>
boys," she said, picking up the dirty dishes.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"No, ma'am,
or we'd be licking our wounds."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">His mother swatted
playfully at him, managing not to touch him. Laughing, he ducked,
putting his arms up in front of his face. Giggling, she gathered the
rest of the dishes, kissed him on top of the head, and followed Eagle
to the kitchen.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"How are you,
really? And I don't mean the obvious way," Prescott said
quietly.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Obi knew that his
father referred to his break up with Cieran. "It was awful when
it happened, but Wynter has helped more than she'll ever know. I
could fall in love with this woman, Dad. She's simply amazing."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm glad to
hear that. It sounds as if you met at just the right time."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"We did. If
we hadn't gone through what we did, we probably wouldn't see the
value of each other. Her ex is as horrible as Cieran is."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"This mighty
paragon have a name?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Bardo."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not
McHenry!" Hester said from the doorway. She held an insulated
pot of coffee and mugs on a tray.</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't know
his last name, just that he's the choreographer for the dance company
she was in."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's
McHenry," Hester said with a sniff. "I know all about that
one."</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"How can you
possibly?"</span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">"He did an
interview a year or so ago. I caught it on <i>Good Morning America</i>.
So full of himself. He had the host so frothed up, she could hardly
concentrate."</span></span></p>
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