was just standing there. I just thought maybe she was a little tetched in the head or something , so we smiled at each other again and I kept on going to the next aisle. Wouldn’t you know it , as soon as I turned to go up the next aisle there she stood. She was just standing there , smiling at me. Just me. Other people were passing by her without even bothering to speak to her, which I thought sure was rude. I started to ask her why she was following me when I passed by her, but I didn't. I guess she was making me nervous, because I just kept on going.”
“When I turned the corner to go up the next aisle she was standing in the middle of the aisle again. I had to know why she kept on following me, so I pushed my buggy to the side and walked up to her and said, “It seems like everywhere I go you are always there.”
She smi led the most beautiful, peaceful and loving smile and said, “Yes, I am. Isn’t it good to know that I am always with you?”
“I don’ t know why, but I reached out my hand to touch her and when I did it was like electricity shot down my arm and through my whole body, and a peaceful feeling come over me like I ain’ t never felt before or since. I think I must have blacked out for a minute or two, because when I c ome to I left my grocery cart se tting in the middle of Food Lion and walked all over that store and out into the parking lot looking for her. But she was gone. I got in the car and come home and fell to my knees beside my bed and prayed. I prayed until I heard just as clear as you hear me spea king now, “Do not fear , Evelyn . He will recover .”
“ That was all I needed to hear. I stopped worrying about JoJo after th at, cause I knowed the good Lord would keep H is word and make him well again . And he did. ”
“Do you really think it was God?”
“Ain’ t a doubt in my mind , Mallory .”
At 9:00 on the dot Dad grabbed the remote and switched on the TV to boxing. There wouldn’ t be any more stories from him tonight. The man was addicted to the sport.
“We need to get going.” I grinned at Mallory and pointed to Dad as he punched the air each time one of the boxe rs made a jab at his opponent. “ Thanks for supper and the snow cream.” I hugged both of my parents and my mom hugged Mallory .
“ Come back to see us anytime, Mallory ,” Dad said, his eyes never once wavering from the television screen.
We arrived home just in time to see Anderson Cooper, on AC360 . I watched for a while, until I heard Mallory snoring. Then I covered her with a blanket and went to bed.
The next morning when I reluctantly crawled out of bed it was still snowing. After a breakfast of French toast, scrambled eggs and bacon, Mallory stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, while I sliced and diced potatoes, onions, carrots and garlic and added them to a pot roast in the crock-pot to slow cook until supper. I love the smell of pot roast simmering, especially on a cold, snowy day.
We stretched out in recliners close to the fireplace as the driving wind sent the snow splattering against the windowpanes. Mallory isn’t the news junkie that I am, so I channel surfed until I found an interesting Lifetime Movie. It was about the ghost of a young woman, who was killed by her husband’s jealous brother, and has come back to haunt the residents of an old Mississippi plantation, my kind of movie.
I watched snowdrifts piling up on the window ledge, and icicles forming on the eaves of the front porch and on my wind chimes as they did a troubled little line dance in the wind. Maybe I should bring them in, but I was too comfortable to move. Snow, the delicious aroma of pot roast, and the warmth of a fireplace are a drowsy combination.
The light from the fireplace was doing a jig on the ceiling when I heard Mallory ’s decidedly unladylike snores. I should get off my rear end and throw a load of clothes in the dryer, and I really wanted to see how the movie
“When I turned the corner to go up the next aisle she was standing in the middle of the aisle again. I had to know why she kept on following me, so I pushed my buggy to the side and walked up to her and said, “It seems like everywhere I go you are always there.”
She smi led the most beautiful, peaceful and loving smile and said, “Yes, I am. Isn’t it good to know that I am always with you?”
“I don’ t know why, but I reached out my hand to touch her and when I did it was like electricity shot down my arm and through my whole body, and a peaceful feeling come over me like I ain’ t never felt before or since. I think I must have blacked out for a minute or two, because when I c ome to I left my grocery cart se tting in the middle of Food Lion and walked all over that store and out into the parking lot looking for her. But she was gone. I got in the car and come home and fell to my knees beside my bed and prayed. I prayed until I heard just as clear as you hear me spea king now, “Do not fear , Evelyn . He will recover .”
“ That was all I needed to hear. I stopped worrying about JoJo after th at, cause I knowed the good Lord would keep H is word and make him well again . And he did. ”
“Do you really think it was God?”
“Ain’ t a doubt in my mind , Mallory .”
At 9:00 on the dot Dad grabbed the remote and switched on the TV to boxing. There wouldn’ t be any more stories from him tonight. The man was addicted to the sport.
“We need to get going.” I grinned at Mallory and pointed to Dad as he punched the air each time one of the boxe rs made a jab at his opponent. “ Thanks for supper and the snow cream.” I hugged both of my parents and my mom hugged Mallory .
“ Come back to see us anytime, Mallory ,” Dad said, his eyes never once wavering from the television screen.
We arrived home just in time to see Anderson Cooper, on AC360 . I watched for a while, until I heard Mallory snoring. Then I covered her with a blanket and went to bed.
The next morning when I reluctantly crawled out of bed it was still snowing. After a breakfast of French toast, scrambled eggs and bacon, Mallory stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, while I sliced and diced potatoes, onions, carrots and garlic and added them to a pot roast in the crock-pot to slow cook until supper. I love the smell of pot roast simmering, especially on a cold, snowy day.
We stretched out in recliners close to the fireplace as the driving wind sent the snow splattering against the windowpanes. Mallory isn’t the news junkie that I am, so I channel surfed until I found an interesting Lifetime Movie. It was about the ghost of a young woman, who was killed by her husband’s jealous brother, and has come back to haunt the residents of an old Mississippi plantation, my kind of movie.
I watched snowdrifts piling up on the window ledge, and icicles forming on the eaves of the front porch and on my wind chimes as they did a troubled little line dance in the wind. Maybe I should bring them in, but I was too comfortable to move. Snow, the delicious aroma of pot roast, and the warmth of a fireplace are a drowsy combination.
The light from the fireplace was doing a jig on the ceiling when I heard Mallory ’s decidedly unladylike snores. I should get off my rear end and throw a load of clothes in the dryer, and I really wanted to see how the movie
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