Everyone stood up to applaud.
“Can Godmomma get some kisses?” Jenni asked as she reached for Oberon, releasing Jerry’s hand.
“She says she doesn’t want any more kids, but I think Oberon here is going to convince her otherwise,” Jerry commented with a twinkle in his eye. Mrs. McCarthy’s late evenings picking up Pugsley meant those two were eating dinners together most evenings. It was also the reason that Jenni began bringing enough leftovers for dinner to feed a horse. She only had three kids. That Jerry took to the library every Saturday. I was just thrilled to see those two together and happy. I’m sure Ruthie would just love to plan another wedding.
“He’s so precious. I knew the day Ruthie began to crave pralines that she was pregnant. She takes after me.” Naomi said coming up and rubbing Oberon’s little fingers.
My smile was tender when I glanced at Ruthie. “Which reminds me is everything ready back at the house for our celebration. I want Ruthie’s parents to fill at home.”
Mom came up beside me and hit me playfully on the arm. “I know you’re not up here questioning my planning skills. Everything will be perfect for all of our guests. We’ve got everything set up at Naomi’s place.” Taking the baby from Jenni’s arms. “Praise be to the Lord, whom this day has not left you without a guardian-redeemer,” turning to look at Naomi. “Boaz has certainly has renewed all of our lives and sustained us both in our old age. For your daughter-in-law, who loves you and who is better to you than seven sons, has given birth to this beautiful angel.”
Naomi came over and grabbed both of our arms pulling us away from the small crowd. “Thank you for giving me another son.”
A smile tugged at Ruthie’s lips. “He will know you as his grandmother and love you. Thank you for letting me be a part of your family. For who knows where I would have been if I hadn’t met Boaz.” Grabbing my hand and bringing it up to her lips. I pulled her in close, promising in her ear to never let her go.
The End
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Sneak Peek
Repairer Of The Breach
Prologue
“Open the door, now. Open it!”
Dr. Sherry Evans eyes burrowed into the peep whole of the locked door waiting for her patient, Verity. Surely, she was just on the other side staring back at her. Her foot tapping the ground a bit anxiously, although more exaggerated than need be.
She was standing in the hallway of Verity’s apartment building. They had a standing appointment, and she had to be buzzed in to even get into the building. Dr. Evan’s hated these meetings considering how draining they where to the psyche. She could always tell how good the meeting was going to go by how quickly Verity opened the door. This was different, longer, and something was wrong.
Right now, Dr. Evans was replaying there last meeting together. The sweet girl next door that she had seen in all of the parent’s photos was nothing compared to the formidable woman she had come to know. And nothing about there last meeting together would leave her to believe that Verity would be unresponsive today.
Not even Verity could use her job as an excuse. She only worked as an at home customer service agent. So Dr. Evans knew she heard the bell. But she was on the outside of that door and Verity appeared to be determined to keep it that way. She tried to remind herself of how Verity felt about guests, even the expected ones. Verity knew that she couldn’t just tell her to go away and she would listen.
If she left, all she would do is run to Verity’s parents. She promised not to divulge secrets shared during there meetings, but she had to warn them if there were no meetings. After all, they were footing the bill for majority of it. But that would just turn this into a bigger mess. Verity would end up with her head buried under the pillow with the cops knocking down the door and her phone ringing off the hook. For Verity’s sake, she had to get in there.
Verity was just running away from telling the truth.
These meetings, where time freezes and was replaced by this black whole of anger and sadness were draining for her, she could only imagine what it was like for Verity. Even though she liked to hide her true emotions behind a stone wall. She saw a shadow cross the peep whole.
“Just go away!”
To be honest, she secretly hoped that Verity would just tell her that she was cured.
She was always so put together and soft spoken. Almost horribly so, to the point that if one even raised their voice an octave, it made one feel horrible. How upset was she now to actually yell?
“You know I can’t do that without first seeing if you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” Verity finally said, the sound of a thousand locks unclicking music to her ears.
Verity unlocked the last lock, peeking through a crack in the door before opening it wider to accept her guest. The doctor steeled herself, when the door opened, as if her biggest fear was on the other side. “Well, that’s really nice to hear and see.”
“So you can go,” Verity pleaded.
Dr. Evans picked up the small briefcase she had placed on the floor in front of the door. “That’s not how you treat guests that have been anxiously waiting on the floor in front of the door.
“Come in, Dr. Evans.” Verity looked both ways down the hall.
“Not yet. You come out first?” Dr. Evans asked. “That’s the way this works, remember. Outside. Its your homework for the foreseeable future. One that I’m positive you’re not practicing with the delivery people.”
Verity flexed her toes in the archway of the door. Pinprick like needles, stabbed at the bottom of her feet. The feeling of a thousand spider legs crawling up her arms, caused her to shudder. Shaking her legs as if that were enough to return feeling. “That’s not the way this works.”
Dr. Evans snorted and shook her head. “Typically, you close the door back, and start to relock, all the locks. Until I grow weary with the whole process and demand to be let in.”
To do that very thing, Verity covered her ears and stepped further into her place. It was the only thing that helped her. The locks, and order, repetition.
This time, she wouldn’t allow the doctor to sway her. She was well aware of all the woman’s methods. This was her fifth therapist and she was quite proud of having run off the others. The charade—pretending things are normal for Dr. Evans, and her mom, and dad—was a pain on to itself. This homework was just another tactic. Just as the good doctor reached out to the door to ensure that she couldn’t close it.
“Move your hand now, Dr. Evans,” she said, in a firm, quiet voice. Unable to look the woman in the eyes.
Dr. Evans was certainly a unique one. Much kinder and softer than the others who tended to be more analytical and standoffish. She was the doctor who had promised her parents results with methods outside the box. A hippie doctor who had also promised her results. But none of it would work without her cooperation and she wasn’t in the mood today. She was just that finished.
She told herself that she wasn’t being content with living out the rest of her days like this. For the most part, she was simply holding it off for a better day. Her parents didn’t know that she had everything she needed. These meetings were just disruptive. Dr. Evans could go back and report to them that every thing was fine. It would be the only reason worth putting up with any of this.
“We can’t keep the door open this long, Dr. Evans.” Swinging the door back and forth on her hand. “Its time to close it now. Its not safe.”
Dr. Evans had a determination set in the flinch of her jaw
that she had never seen before. “And on top of that I have to pee, Verity. Which I will do right here so that everyone knows the weirdo in apt 3D also pees herself. Unless you take one step outside your door right now.”
Verity bit her lip so hard, they almost bled. “You can’t. The teenagers. You’ll make things worse for me here.”
“I’m aware,” Dr. Evans said smugly, her eyes distant. “But I’m playing hardball.”
Verity caught hold of Dr. Evan’s arm to steady her progression. Managing to make it a full inch away from the door. “I stepped outside the door. You didn’t say how far I had to come. This counts. It does. You can’t take it back now.”
She was fully prepared to argue with the woman by showing her a face full of wood. As it stood though, she was shaking all over and it felt like she might faint first. The only one in danger of actually peeing herself. But she pleaded with the woman to accept this small glimmer of compliance.
“Okay, you did good. We can go inside now,” Dr. Evans said, her voice softening.
She exhaled. Far to surprised to congratulate herself or celebrate.
‘The worse is over and look you survived it.”
Verity frantically locked all the deadbolts back. “I had no choice. You know what would happen if the neighbors kids had found out about the accident on top of everything else?”
Dr. Evans sighed. “I do know. After all I was the one who had a talk with there parents, remember. It was right after our lengthy discussion about what I could and couldn’t say to others about your case. And I’m sorry if you feel betrayed. But I feel betrayed.”
“How?”
“You told me at our last meeting that everything was fine. Your mom was also under the same impression because she’s supposed to be the one person that you don’t lie too. If you have setbacks you have to let me know. Last time we talked, there were only five locks. Now there is six. Why?”
(End of Sneak Peek)
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About the Author
Patricia Hoving is an entrepreneur, and as a businesswoman, she has been a lifelong writer. But now she gets to put a little romance into every pen stroke. Her latest work is her debut Christian novel, Six Words. Patricia first began creating lovebirds in the seventh grade and published her first poem in high school. When not writing she’s binging on Netflix and Starbucks.
At one point or another everyone has said the infamous lines:
“This is horrible! What were they thinking? I can do better than that.”
And in this one line, she decided to actually do better. Plunged into the world of Publishing, she had found her calling. But it is the support of her family that allows her to do what she does as well as the call of God’s will.
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