God Bless Us Every One. Eva Marie Everson
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Charlie threw her head against the back of the loveseat. “But she has no imagination,” she whined, knowing full well she sounded every bit of five years old.
“In what way?”
“Everything has to be old. Old music. Old plays.”
“Classic, you mean.”
Charlie rolled her eyes with every ounce of the dramatic flair she hoped she’d exude. “You would say that.”
Sis didn’t respond immediately, but when she finally did, she said, “Sometimes, Charlie, the old can be made new again.”
“You mean like a revival?”
Sis chuckled. “Something like that.” She sighed. “What’s next then?”
Charlie collected herself long enough to stare at the fireplace where the flames had grown fat. She repositioned herself to stretch across the length of the loveseat, still cuddling the pillow to her chest. “I’m hoping to stay here until after the first of the year.” She pursed her lips. “It’s not going to be easy to find another position in the middle of the school year, but I thought I’d go online . . . put out some feelers . . . send in some résumés. I’ve got enough severance to get me through for a while.”
“You know you always have a home here,” Sis said, her face brightening in the heat of the fire. “And who knows? Maybe something will come open at the high school here.”
Charlie rolled her eyes and laughed. “I can already see where this is going.”
* * *
Sunday morning dawned with the wind whipping around the corner of the house where Charlie snuggled under the warmth and weight of her favorite quilt. Sis had made it for her out of her old tees and jeans and given it to her for her eighteenth birthday. She’d taken it to college but brought it back to cover her childhood bed after she’d declared herself an adult.
Charlie stretched, then rolled over to reach for the cell phone charging on the bedside table. “Seven,” she whispered into the chill of the room. Why, now that she was unemployed, she couldn’t manage to sleep at least until seven thirty was beyond her.
She climbed out of the antique sleigh bed, threw the covers back over, fluffed her pillow, and then went into the bathroom where she showered, applied the little bit of makeup she wore on special occasions and Sundays, brushed her hair, braided it, and then wrapped herself in a thick terry robe. Moments later, she stepped into the kitchen where Sis stood at the counter, preparing the coffee. She smiled over her shoulder. “Well, good morning, sunshine.”
Charlie kissed her grandmother on the cheek. “Backatcha.”
“Sleep well?”
Charlie pulled a box of cereal out of the cupboard, then her favorite almond milk from the fridge. “Fabulously. Just not long enough. We’re going to church, right?” she asked.
Sis brought two bowls from a cabinet near her head. “It’s Sunday, isn’t it?”
Charlie nodded her head. “That it is.”
“You know . . .” Sis said, placing the bowls on the table, “Dustin and his son now attend our little church.”
Charlie pulled one of the chairs from the table and sat as she fought the grin working its way up from her heart to her lips. “You don’t say?”
* * *
Dusty Kennedy’s son looked more like his father than his father. “The apple didn’t fall far from that tree,” Charlie whispered to Sis as they stepped out of the row at the end of the service.
“You’re not going to have a crush on him, too, are you?” Sis teased.
Charlie playfully pinched her grandmother’s elbow beneath an oversized thick sweater.
“Charlie!”
Charlie turned toward the sweet voice she’d grown familiar with during her past several visits to Testament. “Ashlynne,” she greeted the leggy blonde, who walked alongside her equally tall husband, William Decker. “I hoped I’d see you today.”
Ashlynne looped one arm through Will’s as the other fell gently over the rise of her belly. “We saw you from the back when we came in.”
“Late,” Will supplied. He leaned over and kissed Charlie’s cheek. “Which is becoming the norm, I’m here to tell you.” His head jerked toward his wife, and he smiled.
“Leave her alone,” Sis chimed in with chuckle. “She’s carrying around a human being in there.”
Ashlynne sighed. “Only two more months and then . . .”
“And then,” Sis added, “you’ll really have an excuse to be late.”
Charlie peered beyond William’s shoulder to see Dusty walking toward them against the direction of the small crowd of exiting parishioners. She smiled.
He returned it.
Ashlynne and William noticed her gaze and turned. “Dustin,” Ashlynne said as William extended his hand, and Dusty took it.
Charlie glanced at the young tyke standing next to his father, hands held together in a protective fist. “Hello,” she said. “I’m Charlie, an old friend of your dad.”
“Miss Charlie,” Dusty interjected quickly.
Charlie smiled as the young boy turned pink, feeling certain her cheeks matched his own. “Miss Charlie,” she corrected herself. She looked at the adult faces. “Sometimes I forget where I am.”
Dusty cleared his throat. “This is my son,” he said. “Jeremy.”
“I’m five,” the child said.
Charlie sat on an arm of the pew so as to bring herself to an equal eye level with him. “Then I suppose you’re in kindergarten.”
Jeremy grinned, exposing a gap where a front tooth had once been. “And I like Miss Thornton a lot.” Without the tooth, the name came with an emphasis on the th, which brought an easy smile to Charlie’s face.
“His teacher,” Dusty said. He squeezed his son’s hand. “We all like Miss Thornton, don’t we, son?”
Charlie searched her memory for the name. “I don’t remember a Miss Thornton, I’m afraid.”
“She’s new at the school,” Sis said. “Like Dustin.”
A hint of jealousy tickled the back of Charlie’s neck. Was Miss Thornton someone who might have caught Dusty’s attention? And, if so, why should she care, really? She wasn’t staying long, after all . . . only until—
“I guess you’ll be shoving off sometime today,” William said suddenly.
Charlie