Brother Willy's Traveling Salvation Show by W. Scott Mitchell Page B
Authors: W. Scott Mitchell
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at her. “I made a commitment to you years ago, but I don’t mind making it again right now. We are celebrating our lack of Independence Day and unless you run away, we will be having this same celebration fifty years from now.”
CHAPTER VI
Scott woke up at ten-thirty on Thursday morning to the sensation of Michelle kissing his cheek. As he rolled on his side to face her, the first thing he saw was her devious little smile. “So, what are you thinking?”
Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, he replied, “I think you have given me the best 4 th of July in my life. To be completely honest, this has been a long time coming, but was very much worth the wait.”
Michelle placed her hand on the side of his face as she spoke in a soft voice. “I am very happy right now and I am at total peace with myself. I know we are going to take very good care of each other from now on.”
Throughout the day, he noticed a change in Michelle from what he had seen over the past few weeks. She was relaxed and appeared to be very happy, even when they did something as simple as taking a walk on the beach. He was sure she was being honest when she said she was at peace with herself.
For all practical purposes, their relationship was like a jigsaw puzzle with all the pieces falling into their proper places. Somewhat to his surprise, even the more intimate times they shared together on Wednesday night and Thursday morning were free from any sense of awkwardness.
Late on Thursday afternoon, William called to say he would be coming for a visit Friday morning. They assumed he was coming to offer them another “opportunity” but neither of them could decide what the offer might be. Rather than using their time to solve the “mystery opportunity”, they spent the afternoon and evening on the beach, playing miniature golf and swimming in the ocean.
True to his word, Betsy and William arrived at ten o’clock on Friday morning. After exchanging their greetings, William and Scott sat on the deck overlooking the ocean while Betsy and Michelle fixed soft drinks and a snack in the kitchen. A gentle but steady breeze kept them comfortable as the sun rose higher in the sky. William spoke as he was sitting down, “I suspect you would need a wheelbarrow to carry all of the girl talk going on in that kitchen.”
“I think you might be right. I want to thank you and Mrs. Broughton for letting us use you beech house. You have a great place here.” Scott replied.
William took a cigar from his pocket and looked at it, but did not light it. “Well, I have worked hard for what I have and I’ve been lucky. Many times, luck is more important than hard work, but you don’t really want one without the other. By the way, you can call us William and Betsy. I don’t think you need to be quite so formal.”
Scott realized he had the chance to gain insight about Michelle’s relationship with Betsy. “Michelle seems very close to Betsy. I think it has been good for her to have Betsy to talk to through the years.”
He started smiling. “ Michelle’s mother is my sister so I have to be careful what I say. Mothers and daughters have a strange relationship, especially during the teen years. They would be willing to die for each other at the same time they are clawing out the other’s eyeballs. Betsy has the luxury of listening to Michelle without having to play the role of parent. She offers Michelle some guidance without being judgmental.”
Scott continued his fact-finding mission given the fact that William was talking. “I have the impression it was not easy for Michelle growing up with three brothers.”
William put the cigar in his mouth, but still did not light it. “Well, until she was in ninth grade, we weren’t completely sure George and Sally didn’t have four boys and no girls. Her brothers used her to balance the teams in whatever kind of sport they were playing at home. Sally and Betsy started leading her in a different direction
CHAPTER VI
Scott woke up at ten-thirty on Thursday morning to the sensation of Michelle kissing his cheek. As he rolled on his side to face her, the first thing he saw was her devious little smile. “So, what are you thinking?”
Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, he replied, “I think you have given me the best 4 th of July in my life. To be completely honest, this has been a long time coming, but was very much worth the wait.”
Michelle placed her hand on the side of his face as she spoke in a soft voice. “I am very happy right now and I am at total peace with myself. I know we are going to take very good care of each other from now on.”
Throughout the day, he noticed a change in Michelle from what he had seen over the past few weeks. She was relaxed and appeared to be very happy, even when they did something as simple as taking a walk on the beach. He was sure she was being honest when she said she was at peace with herself.
For all practical purposes, their relationship was like a jigsaw puzzle with all the pieces falling into their proper places. Somewhat to his surprise, even the more intimate times they shared together on Wednesday night and Thursday morning were free from any sense of awkwardness.
Late on Thursday afternoon, William called to say he would be coming for a visit Friday morning. They assumed he was coming to offer them another “opportunity” but neither of them could decide what the offer might be. Rather than using their time to solve the “mystery opportunity”, they spent the afternoon and evening on the beach, playing miniature golf and swimming in the ocean.
True to his word, Betsy and William arrived at ten o’clock on Friday morning. After exchanging their greetings, William and Scott sat on the deck overlooking the ocean while Betsy and Michelle fixed soft drinks and a snack in the kitchen. A gentle but steady breeze kept them comfortable as the sun rose higher in the sky. William spoke as he was sitting down, “I suspect you would need a wheelbarrow to carry all of the girl talk going on in that kitchen.”
“I think you might be right. I want to thank you and Mrs. Broughton for letting us use you beech house. You have a great place here.” Scott replied.
William took a cigar from his pocket and looked at it, but did not light it. “Well, I have worked hard for what I have and I’ve been lucky. Many times, luck is more important than hard work, but you don’t really want one without the other. By the way, you can call us William and Betsy. I don’t think you need to be quite so formal.”
Scott realized he had the chance to gain insight about Michelle’s relationship with Betsy. “Michelle seems very close to Betsy. I think it has been good for her to have Betsy to talk to through the years.”
He started smiling. “ Michelle’s mother is my sister so I have to be careful what I say. Mothers and daughters have a strange relationship, especially during the teen years. They would be willing to die for each other at the same time they are clawing out the other’s eyeballs. Betsy has the luxury of listening to Michelle without having to play the role of parent. She offers Michelle some guidance without being judgmental.”
Scott continued his fact-finding mission given the fact that William was talking. “I have the impression it was not easy for Michelle growing up with three brothers.”
William put the cigar in his mouth, but still did not light it. “Well, until she was in ninth grade, we weren’t completely sure George and Sally didn’t have four boys and no girls. Her brothers used her to balance the teams in whatever kind of sport they were playing at home. Sally and Betsy started leading her in a different direction
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