accompanied with a squeeze tight enough to make Savannah wince. âIf you run out of work for him, you send him my way, understand?â
âIf youâll excuse me, pleaseâ¦â Savannah said a little desperately.
The Moorhouse sisters, Edwina and Lily, stepped into the vestibule, distracting Louise. Both were retired schoolteachers. Miss Edwina had been Savannahâs first-grade teacher and Miss Lily her third. The two were inseparable and Savannah loved them dearly.
âGood morning,â Savannah mumbled as she slipped past the elderly pair.
By the time she walked outside, she felt like gasping for air. Reverend McMillen stood just outside the large double doors and greeted each parishioner by name. Wade had a way of looking at a person and seeing more than the obvious. âAre you okay, Savannah?â he asked, holding her hand between both of his. âYouâre looking flushed.â
âIâm fine. Just a little warm.â Her discomfort had more to do with attracting unwelcome attention. All she wanted was to hurry home before someone else had the chance to corner her.
âSavannah! Savannah!â Maggie Daniels, Carolineâs five-year-old daughter, raced to her side and proudly offered her a crayon drawing sheâd made in Sunday-school class.
âHi there, Maggie-may. Whatâs this?â Savannah asked, studying the paper. Maggie was her joy, the child of her heart. It had been a shock when Caroline Daniels announced she was pregnant her senior year in college. From the beginning thereâd been plenty of speculation about the father of Carolineâs child, but Caroline had never said, and no one had ever asked. Carolineâs mother, Florence, had served as postmistress in Promise for years, and when she died last spring, Caroline had taken over her duties.
Maggie had apparently transferred her love for her grandmother to Savannah. It made Savannah feel privileged, and she reciprocated the childâs feelings a hundred percent. Recently Caroline had relied more and more on Savannah to baby-sit, but she never minded. It was a delight to spend time with the little girl.
âThatâs Joseph,â Maggie explained now, pointing to a lumpish figure in her drawing.
âAh, I see,â Savannah said. âHeâs wearing his coat of many colors. Look what a good job youâve done!â
Maggie glowed with pleasure. She tucked her small hand in Savannahâs. âWhereâs Mommy?â
Savannah was about to ask the same thing. The question was answered soon enough hen Caroline exited the side door with the other members of the choir. It generally took her a few moments to hang up her robe and put away the music sheets.
âMommy, Mommy, look!â Maggie cried, rushing toward her mother, pigtails bouncing. The youngster threw her arms around Caroline as if itâd been a year since theyâd seen each other.
âWould you like to join us for brunch?â Caroline asked, lifting Maggie into her arms.
Savannah declined with a quick shake of her head. âI put a roast in the oven before I left.â
âDid Louise corner you?â Caroline lowered her voice.
âShe tried.â
âHey, give the old biddy something to talk about.â
âCaroline!â
âSheâs jealous, thatâs all.â
âJealous of what?â Savannah wanted to know.
âOf you. For being young and pretty and having a good-looking man in your life.â
âLaredoâs not in my lifeâat least not in the personal sense,â Savannah felt obliged to protestâalthough she wished it wasnât true. Sheâd like him to kiss her or hold her handâanything so sheâd know he felt the same things she did. Once sheâd caught him looking at her and she thought he seemedâ¦interested, but she couldnât be sure. If sheâd had more experience, sheâd know.
âWell, moreâs
Marguerite Henry, Bonnie Shields