…my favorite book, tucked near my favorite passage. Have fun!
Serafine did not agree with Grammy and she told Rachel so as soon as she made it back to her car.
“I feel like Grammy is trying to make me lose what last bit of sense I have left.”
“Well, she is creative, you have to give her that.”
Serafine pulled out of James’ driveway. She could see him still on the porch. With a flick of her wrist she drove a while with Rachel still on the line.
“So what happened, exactly?”
Serafine stopped at a red light and searched for her shades in her armrest.
“He had another letter,” she fluffed her hair using the rearview mirror. “The letter was in her bible near Psalm 19. ‘The heavens declare the glory of God’”
She did not want to consider God nor his glory. But she could recall Grammy reading the Psalms aloud. The sound of her strong voice bouncing of the walls. It had a way of soothing her worries and her fears as a child. But today, her letter caused the ache in her heart to throb. The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the soul… But all she felt was condemnation and his judgement.
Serafine continued, “She left me the house but she talked with Dad and instructed him to remove the furniture.”
The light turned green.
“Okay…this must be leading somewhere. She and I had a talk or two but she didn’t go into detail.”
“What did she say to you?”
“I can’t share everything, now. But I know she wanted you to return home and open a facility here.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Serafine whispered as she entered Highway 45.
“Look I gotta go. I’m on 45 and you know it’s crazy as usual. But before I go, when will you tell me the details of your conversations with Grammy?”
“We talked almost every week. I don’t recall everything we ever discussed. As for the conversations that concerned you. I will in time. For now know she wants only the best for you.”
“And who says living in Houston is what is best for me?”
“I guess only time will tell. Answer me this, when are you going to stop running from everyone?” Rachel asked.
“Running? Who’s running?”
“For a counselor you are full of secrets and denial.”
Serafine could hear Rachel working. Papers were shuffling about and a printer was humming. Serafine changed lanes.
“I’m not in denial, I just know when to leave well enough alone.”
“Call it what you want. I think what she wanted most was for you to stop running from us and from God.”
“God? Girl now you’re stretching.” Serafine said as she sat in traffic inching along.
“Am I?” Rachel asked.
“Yes!” Serafine exclaimed.
“Hum… Secrets and denial…” Rachel whispered.
“Call it what you want. Look I gotta go.”
“Okay, but where are you heading?”
“To find clue number three.”
“Where is it?” Rachel asked.
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