Anointest My Head With Oil by Debbie Viguié

Author:Debbie Viguié
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Big Pink Bow

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“Am I being an idiot?” Cindy asked as she suddenly walked into the family room.

Jeremiah had been half asleep on the couch and woke with a start. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Should we have gone over to Geanie and Joseph’s?”

He was about to say “yes” but he paused and looked at her intently. “Why didn’t you want to?”

“I know it’s going to seem stupid, but I’m tired of being chased out of my house, of feeling like I’m running away from every little thing.”

“Well, I can understand the sentiment. I mean, why do you think we stay in Israel despite getting constantly bombed and attacked? There is a strong desire to stay in your home and not let fear of what others might do drive you out. On the other hand, the things that have sent us over to Joseph and Geanie’s before aren’t ‘little’ things. There’s a time to stand your ground and there’s a time to take cover.”

“Which one is this?” she asked.

“You tell me.”

“Which would you do?”

“If it was just me, I’d stay. Given that it’s no longer just me, I think we should go. No need to take unnecessary risks. Particularly before we’ve had a chance to go on our honeymoon,” he said, ending with a smirk.

She picked a pillow up off a chair and threw it at him.

He made a tsking sound at her as he batted away the pillow. “See, that’s unsafe, too.”

He saw the corners of her mouth twitch up slightly like she was trying to hold back a smile. He was glad as it had been his intent to put her at ease.

“Are you suggesting that we shouldn’t do anything even remotely dangerous until after we’ve…” she trailed off suggestively.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. No head injuries caused by flying pillows.”

“No missing body parts,” she said pointedly looking at his hand.

“No trips into the wilderness with your brother.”

“No playdates with the C.I.A.”

“No hunting serial killers,” he countered.

“No rendezvous with the Mossad.”

She was edging steadily closer to him as she spoke and he eyed her like a predator watching his prey.

“No dart games,” he said.

“No terrorists.”

“No poker games.”

“No international art thieves,” she said.

“No stolen diamonds.”

“Or dogs.”

“Or microchips.”

“Or”-

At last she was close enough that he pounced. He leapt off the couch in one smooth motion and scooped her up into his arms. She squealed in surprise and he carried her to the bedroom where he dropped her unceremoniously on the bed before retreating to the doorway.

“No sneaking up on ex-assassins in the middle of the night when they’re sleeping on your couch,” he said.

She gave him a pouty face. “Boo! No fun.” She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hurled it in his direction. He jumped into the hallway and laughed as he walked back to the family room.

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