put up with you.” They both were quite for a while, then he ask “Maybe you should go out some, hey you could go out with me and Carly Friday night.”
“Who the hell is Carly?” Emily laughed, shaking her head.
“Oh some cute, little, girl I meant the other day” he laid back on the ground.
“No, you might find a new girl by Friday” they both laughed.
The day was sunny and starting to get hot. Emily could feel the sweat beads forming on her head, when she saw Billy from the distance walk out of his house, shirtless she could see his body, from as far away as she set. Jesus she thought and watched as he worked on one of the dirt bikes with his brother Ed.
“Hey you missed another one Emily” Joe laughed again slapping his knee. “What’s wrong with you?” Laughing with him, she tried to concentrate on fishing but her eyes kept roaming back to Billy. Joe reeled in another bream, “I’m a head of you Emily. Do you think you can catch up?”
“I don’t know Joe” She watched as Billy and Ed jumped on their dirt bikes and took off.
Now maybe I can concentrate on fishing she thought.
“Emily” Joe looked at her seriously “I’ve seen the way you and that Billy Johnson look at each other.”
Shit Emily thought her nerves were in a tight wad like someone had taken them and spun them like a yarn ball. “What do you mean Joe” she carefully ask. “Nothing Emily, just don’t start something, like a war, ok” Everything got quite. Emily felt uneasy but cleared her mind and it wasn’t long before her bobber went under and she reeled in a nice sized shell cracker.
“You got one" Joe shouted “Finally, now that’s the way you do it.” He moved his arms as if dancing.
“Quite are you trying to scare the fish off, afraid I might beat you Joe.”
“Never” Joe tried to look serious.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sun 10th June
Emily set in the church pew, of the small Baptist church she had grown up in. They had all grown up in. She had always thought it was weird that two feuding families attended the same church, but on Sundays, they were civil, a nice change of pace for everyone, and occasionally she had even heard Mr. Johnson and her Dad speak to each other after the services. On this Sunday though she felt anxious and glanced back at the door several times watching for Billy.
She couldn’t help herself and glanced back again as several families walked in. She saw Billy and his brother Ed as they walked through the door, and shake hands with the pastor. Billy glanced her way and smiled, she returned his smiled then quickly turned to face the front, as she felt herself blus h and couldn’t stop the redness from flooding into her cheeks.
”What was that all about” Josh whispered in her ear, he had seen the exchange.
“What Josh” she whispered back, trying to play innocent. He shrugged his shoulders and mouthed “nothing” as Pastor Jones walked up to the podium.
Pastor Jones was an older man but young at heart and Emily liked him. She guessed him to be about Sixty Five or so, with greying hair, but cool. He had been the pastor at the church for at least 30 years having watched many of them grow up, and taking extra care to see to it the church had a very active youth program. The pastor raised his arms for all to stand, then led the congregation in few songs before they were released to Sunday school.
Emily walked up the aisle heading toward the back of the church were her Sunday school class was at. Billy stepped in her way and bumped her playfully as she tried to walk past him, and gave her a sly grin, she could till he was trying to keep anyone from noticing.
“Let’s ditch Sunday school, meet me around back.” He mouthed at her, as he moved his fingers, trying to make it were only she could see the motion as he pointed toward the door. Then he quickly slipped out the front door as if he were sure she would meet him.
She laughed shaking her
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