Embrace Me by Lisa Samson

Author:Lisa Samson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2010-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

I’m standing at the back of the Shalom Laundromat. I know this is supposed to be some community house/monastery, but a Laundro-mat’s a Laundromat.

The Psalters are quite possibly the loudest band that bows the head to Jesus I’ve ever heard in my entire life. They have this gypsy, eastern European sound, that hollering kind of yelly singing that goes well with the accordion, the banjo, the fiddle, and the percussion that accompanies it.

During a break between songs I lean over to Charmaine. “The main singer’s a hottie. I just have to say it.”

“Don’t I know it!”

Wild, feral almost, his intense black eyes would pull your soul from your body if you let them.

“He makes you want to get up and do something, doesn’t he?” Charmaine asks. “Like life is some glorious, whirling gift.”

“I heard he liked the white bean chili.”

“Oh, Valentine. Someday you’re going to have to admit these things affect you like they do everybody else.”

“And the stew was a big hit.”

Augustine weaves his way through the ragtag group gathered for the show, stopping to say a word to Charmaine who looks as out of place as Gene Simmons in full makeup at a Red Hat luncheon. But she’s jumping up and down, praising her Jesus, even though this music sounds nothing like her own. Lella’s sitting on her donut on a chair at the front, having been strolled here by Rick and me. The sound must be crackling her eardrums like tissue paper.

“Hey, Val!” Augustine sidles over.

Rick stands closer to me.

“Looks like Lella’s having a good time,” Augustine says right in my ear.

I lean into his ear too. “She’ll be accepted by these people, that’s for sure. They’re nice-looking young people, but they’re misfits like we are.”

“I guess you could say that.”

“How’s the cough?” My face touches his. I pull back.

“Much better. You’re an angel. You know that?”

Oh, brother. He pats my shoulder and moves back through the crowd.

The Psalters version of “Holy, Holy, Holy” holds a compelling melody, and on the second go-round I sing along. Rick presses closer still.

Charmaine whips around, looks right at me, and says, “I knew it.”

Knew what?

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