Tea and Crumples by Kinard Summer;

Author:Kinard, Summer;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: women's fiction;inspirational fiction;faith;love;tea;miscarriage;stillbirth;healing;friendship;tea shop;stationery;durham;nc;christian;religious;marriage;romance;chick lit
Publisher: Light Messages Publishing
Published: 2015-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Tovah and Sienna stocked a beautiful array of creamy cotton papers that afternoon, drawing paper lovers to the back of the shop. A mother bought her little boy his first set of notepaper to write his grandparents. He was the sort of boy people write about, all large blue eyes with an effusive smile. Her heart was glad after watching him stroke the smooth paper and look up to his mother with obvious joy and gratitude.

“Mama, can I even draw a planet on it?” he asked, clearly taken with the possibilities of blank pages.

“Yes,” said the plump, round mother with a rich, warm voice. “You may write or draw anything that you love.”

“Yippee!” he sang, just as the afternoon sun slanted through the front window and lit his straw-colored hair into a halo. Sienna was reminded of the sweet clarity of boy choirs in that moment, and she allowed herself to grin broadly at the recollection until Nina tapped her shoulder shyly.

“Oh, dear,” Sienna said to Nina, “Is it 4;00 already?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Let me get my things, and we’ll head out.” She waved goodbye to Tovah, who was helping the little boy with his purchase, a smitten smile on her face.

In her car with Nina, Sienna turned to the girl and smiled reassuringly. “Where to?”

Nina gave directions, and Sienna pulled out into the slow traffic. Downtown was flocked with pedestrians for one of the cheerful street parties that had become a regular feature of revitalized city life over the past few years. Sienna watched as Nina’s dark eyes grew wider to take in the colorful scenes. When they were headed toward the north part of town where Nina lived, the girl turned toward Sienna.

“Do you always listen to this kind of music?” she asked.

“Hmm?” Sienna had forgotten she had music on. She listened for a moment to the rich choral harmonies from a sacred music mix CD Peter had made her. A male choir was just finishing a glorious arrangement of Pablo Casal’s “O Vos Omnes.” She sighed in self-recognition. She had not noticed the music because it was narrating her heart. To Nina, she responded, “Sometimes. That particular song is from Lamentations. Do you know what it means?”

“Not really. At first I thought I recognized it, but it’s Latin, isn’t it, not Spanish?”

“That’s right. It means, ‘Is it nothing to all you who pass by? Behold and see if there is any sorrow like unto my sorrow.’”

“Whoa.” Nina gaped. “It’s so sad, but it was so beautiful. I felt like those voices were surrounding me.” She looked down. “Or something.”

“I think that’s what they were meant to do. Church music is supposed to bear witness, not only to God, but to other travelers on the journey. We have to stand and sing to each other.”

“Oh! I get it.” Nina straightened, and she spoke brightly. “Weep with those who weep, and rejoice with those who rejoice!”

“Yes. Exactly.” Sienna smiled a small smile. She did not want to pry into her

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