Fried Chicken and Gravy - Christian Romance by Murray Sherri Schoenborn

Author:Murray, Sherri Schoenborn [Murray, Sherri Schoenborn]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Christian Romances LLC
Published: 2014-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 26

Robert and his mother’s eyes had been her mirror, Missy realized as Robert drove her home. No one had ever told her she looked beautiful before, not even Daddy. When Robert said it, something in her snapped. Something in her that had resisted liking him, completely snapped.

And she didn’t know why.

“I wish you would have had dessert at your mom’s,” Missy said.

“Why’s that?” The hint of a smile teased his profile.

“I made a chocolate cabbage cake.”

“Yes, and why is that?”

He was asking for a full confession.

“Well, you and me,” she sighed, “we haven’t always seen eye to eye.”

“Yes, but a lot’s changed lately.”

“What do you mean? And I hope you’re not referring to my hair.”

He slowed down as he drove north on Seward and pulled into a gravel turnout across the road from the U-Pick Dahlia stand. It looked open for the season now, with its baskets, and handwritten sign: Fresh cut dahlias 25-cents or 5 for $1.00.

Without turning off the headlights, Robert cut the engine.

“You need to turn the lights off. It’s not good for your battery.”

Instead of turning them off, Robert turned to regard her. On Sunday, there’d been little rays of sunshine in his eyes. No light danced now. She wondered why.

“You’re going to get exactly what you want tonight, Missy.”

“What do you mean?” Her stomach stitched together like someone was making a crazy quilt.

“With your new look, you’re going to get Gary. He’s going to get rid of his old bumper stickers, and he’s going to start showing up for dinner every night of the week.”

Her shoulders felt weak. Jerry Boy couldn’t possibly be right.

“Just because of my big hair?” Her voice cracked.

“Yes.”

“Men aren’t really so simple, are they?” She’d meant to ask Douglas, but here she was asking Robert instead.

“Unfortunately, some men are.”

“But not you.” It would be unChristian of him to be so human, wouldn’t it? With his strong convictions, Robert would only like a girl with big hair if she went to church and believed the way he did.

“No, not me.”

“You don’t know Gary,” Missy said. “When I was sixteen, I was still asking him to sign my yearbook. He wrote: you’re awful darn cute for being related to Douglas. That was it. In four years, not much else has happened. Cutting my hair was kind of the final straw, you know, before I give up on him.”

“Four years.” Robert nodded, started the engine and looking in his rearview mirror, waited for an old beater truck to pass.

Earlier at the dinner table, Robert had defended her while Gary had laughed. Robert had also told her Trudy Tibbits was married. For some reason, Gary hadn’t— probably because he didn’t want her to get her hopes up. Robert had strong beliefs that he plastered on his bumper, while Gary drove around town with a bumper sticker that read Roofers like it hot.

“Kill it,” Missy said, a little too firmly.

Without looking at her, Robert killed the engine and leaned back in the bench seat.

“You are quite the woman, Missy.

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