Outlaw Marshal by Al Lacy

Author:Al Lacy [Lacy, Al & JoAnna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-60142-265-1
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Published: 2009-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

That evening Annabeth went to the preaching service at First Baptist Church with the Brockmans and once again benefited from every part of it. After the service, the Brockmans dropped Annabeth off at her apartment and told her they wanted her to come and stay with them often. Annabeth thanked them for being so kind to her. She leaned into the buggy, hugged Breanna, and said, “I'll see you at the hospital on Tuesday morning, my sweet friend.”

“You sure will,” Breanna said.

“We love you, Mrs. Cooper,” said Ginny.

“Yes, we do,” Paul said.

Holding the reins, John smiled at her. “You're just part of this family now, little lady. We all love you.”

Letting a smile play over her lips, Annabeth said, “And I love all of you so very much.”

The Brockman buggy pulled away and headed for home.

Annabeth entered the apartment building, walked down the hall, and stepped into her dark, quiet apartment while warm tears pressed against her eyelids. She closed the door, leaned against it, and gave in to the tears.

After a few minutes, she sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks. “All right, Annabeth, enough crying.” Making her way in the dark to a nearby table, she took a wooden match from a small box, struck it, and put the flame to the lantern on the table. Light quickly overtook the room.

“That's better.”

While getting ready for bed, Annabeth thought of the events of the last few days. “Thank You, Lord, that You gave me such wonderful Christian friends in the Brockmans. They have not only opened their home to me, but they have opened their hearts also.”

Annabeth hung up her dress in the nearby closet. Then, in her nightgown, she walked to the dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. Taking the pins from her dark brown hair, she shook it loose, and it fell almost to her waist. Picking up the hairbrush from the top of the dresser, she gave her hair the customary number of strokes and braided it in a single braid that hung down her back. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she said in a low voice, “Steve always loved to watch me brush and braid my hair.” She swallowed hard. “Memories are wonderful, but one cannot live on memories alone. Life goes on, and so do I.”

Soon Annabeth was curled up in her cozy bed, thinking over the church services and the welcome everyone had given her. She fell asleep thanking God for His blessings.

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