It was Sunday afternoon, and I FINALLY got Connie to stop talking with her friends after church long enough to drag her to the car so we could go home for lunch. I was starving.
Climbing into the passenger seat, I pulled out my phone to text Buck.
Saw you in church today. Did Eugene and Katrina drag you there with them, like Connie does to me? Nice tie, by the way. lol
"So, Jules, what did you think of Pastor Knox's sermon?" Connie's voice broke into my private world.
"Oh, uh, I don't know. It was fine, I guess," I mumbled.
"Oh." She looked disappointed for a moment, then continued. "It kind of reminded me of that book I gave you to read. The chapter about how Jesus always comes and meets us where we are. Have you read that one yet?"
I shook my head. "Uh, no, sorry, I haven't gotten around to it yet."
"Jules, it's the second chapter of the book. I gave it to you three weeks ago, and you haven't even gotten that far?"
Oh no, here comes the lecture, I groaned to myself. But, surprisingly, none came.
"Never mind that. Maybe we can read it together and talk about it this afternoon."
"Well, I'm not really…" I began.
"Oh, wait, Penny's coming over," Connie broke in. "She wants to show us that new painting she's been working on. It's the empty garden tomb after the Resurrection, and she's really excited about it."
"Well, you'll have to just tell me about it when I get back."
"Back from where?"
"Remember? Buck and I were going to go check out that new nature trail they just put in near McAllister Park."
"Oh, that's right," She replied, her tone letting me know I had really rained on her parade.
The conversation dropped as we pulled into the driveway, and I bolted for the house as soon as the tires ground to a halt.