Firefly Summer by Kathleen Y'Barbo

Author:Kathleen Y'Barbo [Y'Barbo, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Did you hear that Sessa’s cowboy delivered Jared’s son last night? It’s the truth. Can you feature it? He was a doctor all along and didn’t say a word about it.”

News of the cowboy’s heroic efforts had circulated around Sugar Pine faster than a hot knife through butter. The topic certainly hadn’t veered from this subject since she arrived at the Blue Plate to meet Mama and Vonnette for lunch.

As Vonnette offered her opinion, Sessa gave passing thought to the idea that since the doctor’s secret had been revealed, he might be less inclined to stick around. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

Mama was still chattering, but Sessa had already tuned her out. Her phone buzzed with a text. From Skye.

Can you pick me up at the bus station when I get there?

The breath went out of her. No. Not yet.

Not ever.

A moment of panicked breathing, and then she thought of Coco’s reminder that nothing would happen that God did not allow. And they wouldn’t go through it alone.

It still hurt to type an answer.

When? She pressed send and then waited. And waited. When? she texted again.

“I swear, I knew there was something special about that man when he walked in here and sat down on that stool over there.” Her mother gestured to the stool where Trey had made his debut in Sugar Pine. “And I said then what I’ll say now: the Lord meant him for my daughter.”

“Mama.” Sessa tossed her phone into her purse and slid out of the booth. “I’ve got to go.”

“We’re not done talking.”

“We are for now.” She left a ten dollar bill on the table to cover her meal and hurried to the car, where she once again checked for a response to her text. Nothing.

With hands shaking, she drove to the bus station and parked across the street. Memories of the last time she’d met Skye at this place arose. Good memories, though at the time she hadn’t been so certain.

“May it once again be so,” she whispered as she turned off the engine, tossed her keys in her purse, and crossed the street.

A few minutes later, she returned to climb into the car and slam the door. No busses were expected this afternoon or evening. None had arrived this morning. The next bus was not expected until two o’clock tomorrow afternoon.

Irritation chased away her relief. The fact that Skye wasn’t here today didn’t mean she wasn’t coming tomorrow. Or the next day. Or next week.

Sessa drove straight from the bus terminal to the church where Pansie attended Mother’s Day Out and let herself into the children’s building to tiptoe down the hall to Pansie’s classroom. She found the children napping and their teacher, Miss Erin, watching over them from her rocker near the door.

Spying Sessa, she pressed her finger to her lips and slipped out of the room and into the hall. “Are you picking Pansie up early?”

“Well, I had thought to but …” She glanced at the sleeping angel through the door’s long window.

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