| Author: | Alaina Sweeney | ISBN: | 9782897283919 |
| Publisher: | Deltrionne Books | Publication: | May 5, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Osmora Inc. | Language: | English |
| Author: | Alaina Sweeney |
| ISBN: | 9782897283919 |
| Publisher: | Deltrionne Books |
| Publication: | May 5, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Osmora Inc. |
| Language: | English |
A little sleep started winning me over. I leaned against my seat and rested. I awoke at 8: 45am thanks to the scratching gate. She was driving out, probably to church, my anticipation and hope. I tailed her Vox-Wagon Jeep out of the street, making sure I gave a reasonable distance. I drove into the Presbyterian Church yard and packed my car next to hers, walked into the church and sat beside her.
The church service started and we had to sing from a hymnbook, I didn’t have one, so she shared hers with me, as we sang ‘Courage Brother Do Not Stumble.’ We smiled at each other each time the Reverend touched a humorous topic, or should I say she smiled? I followed her smile, as I hardly followed anything that went on in Church. I sat there enjoying her perfume, examining her from her neck to her toes from the corner of my eyes.
The service finally came to an end and then the Reverend asked that we extend our love to one another in hand shake and hugs. I heard that part loud and clear. Before she could stretch her hand to me, I had taken her in my arms and said. “I love you, in the name of the lord.” She returned it and then the choir processed out of the Church. The Reverend returned and blessed us all as we left the Church house. I stayed one step behind her and then as we both opened our cars, I asked, “Is it okay for me to ask your name?”
A little sleep started winning me over. I leaned against my seat and rested. I awoke at 8: 45am thanks to the scratching gate. She was driving out, probably to church, my anticipation and hope. I tailed her Vox-Wagon Jeep out of the street, making sure I gave a reasonable distance. I drove into the Presbyterian Church yard and packed my car next to hers, walked into the church and sat beside her.
The church service started and we had to sing from a hymnbook, I didn’t have one, so she shared hers with me, as we sang ‘Courage Brother Do Not Stumble.’ We smiled at each other each time the Reverend touched a humorous topic, or should I say she smiled? I followed her smile, as I hardly followed anything that went on in Church. I sat there enjoying her perfume, examining her from her neck to her toes from the corner of my eyes.
The service finally came to an end and then the Reverend asked that we extend our love to one another in hand shake and hugs. I heard that part loud and clear. Before she could stretch her hand to me, I had taken her in my arms and said. “I love you, in the name of the lord.” She returned it and then the choir processed out of the Church. The Reverend returned and blessed us all as we left the Church house. I stayed one step behind her and then as we both opened our cars, I asked, “Is it okay for me to ask your name?”
