loud.
Violet marveled at the progress made at the camp. Tents were set up in a half-circle, and a big wooden shelter had been built for the crafts and Bible studies. In the center stood a big brick fireplace for cooking meals.
“Next week at this time there will be about fifty children here, learning about God,” Gavin said. “I’m pleased with the results.”
“Why does the camp need a financial person like Miles?” Violet asked.
“We’ve have donations, and expenditures. Each child’s family will also pay a fee for their child to attend. We don’t intend on making a profit; we just hope to break even,” Gavin said. “The knowledge about God that the children learn here will be our profit.”
“I see,” she said. “My niece, Zoe, won’t be coming. Her family hasn’t gotten over the recent kidnapping scare, and they aren’t letting the child out of their sight—at least until the culprit who did it is caught.”
“Can’t say as I blame them,” he said. “Would you excuse me while I check with Miles Croft about our financial status?”
“Of course,” she said. She watched him walk to where Miles stood with Peggy. When Gavin approached, Peggy moved and walked toward Violet.
“Hi, Violet,” she said.
Violet nodded. “Peggy.”
“Isn’t this camp going to be great?” Peggy asked.
“Yes, I’m quite impressed,” Violet said. She was still staring at Miles and Gavin, head to head as they went over figures.
Peggy gazed to see what held Violet’s attention. “Violet, you aren’t upset because I’m being courted by Miles, are you?”
“No, of course not.” Violet switched her gaze to Peggy. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“I don’t know. You haven’t been too friendly lately, I guess.”
“I’m a bit upset that Miles doesn’t speak to me whenever we run into each other, is all. We agreed to stay friends, after all.”
“He doesn’t? I didn’t know that,” Peggy said.
“Well, I’ll be going home,” Peggy said. “Miles will be here for a while. He’s bogged down with numbers, but maybe we’ll see you at Pete’s later?”
“Yes, we’ll be there,” Violet said. She didn’t know why, but suddenly she didn’t care for Peggy, who’d been Ivy’s best friend, but whom she's never considered more than an acquaintance. Now she felt uncomfortable around her, and she wished she knew why. It couldn’t be because Miles was courting her, because she had already come to the conclusion that she didn’t really love Miles. So what could her prickly feeling for Peggy stem from?
Violet sat on a bench to wait for Gavin, still wondering how she might react to Gavin’s cold proposal. It really was odd. She couldn’t accept—not without at least a kiss or something. What if he was a horrible kisser? Everyone who courted these days kissed a bit, and even hugged. Back in the olden days, maybe they didn’t kiss before marriage, but she couldn’t believe Gavin was so old fashioned—or—what was it he had said about not kissing? Something like, ‘especially not with someone who has been married?’ She wondered what difference that would make. Quinn had been married before he’d courted her sister, Rose, and they didn’t even consummate their union until long after the wedding.
She recalled Cynthia, her friend from school, who had been kissed by a boy on a straw ride, and she said he kissed like a fish, and that her face was wet and slimy when he was finished. How could you possibly stand being married to a man who kissed like a fish?
She supposed they'd need a heart to heart talk, but it was so difficult getting Gavin to open up and talk about these things. Miles had been so easy to talk to—then again, she’d best not think about Miles. She’d ended it with him. That tomb was sealed. There could be no going back. She wondered if she hadn't made a mistake.
She looked up to see
Violet marveled at the progress made at the camp. Tents were set up in a half-circle, and a big wooden shelter had been built for the crafts and Bible studies. In the center stood a big brick fireplace for cooking meals.
“Next week at this time there will be about fifty children here, learning about God,” Gavin said. “I’m pleased with the results.”
“Why does the camp need a financial person like Miles?” Violet asked.
“We’ve have donations, and expenditures. Each child’s family will also pay a fee for their child to attend. We don’t intend on making a profit; we just hope to break even,” Gavin said. “The knowledge about God that the children learn here will be our profit.”
“I see,” she said. “My niece, Zoe, won’t be coming. Her family hasn’t gotten over the recent kidnapping scare, and they aren’t letting the child out of their sight—at least until the culprit who did it is caught.”
“Can’t say as I blame them,” he said. “Would you excuse me while I check with Miles Croft about our financial status?”
“Of course,” she said. She watched him walk to where Miles stood with Peggy. When Gavin approached, Peggy moved and walked toward Violet.
“Hi, Violet,” she said.
Violet nodded. “Peggy.”
“Isn’t this camp going to be great?” Peggy asked.
“Yes, I’m quite impressed,” Violet said. She was still staring at Miles and Gavin, head to head as they went over figures.
Peggy gazed to see what held Violet’s attention. “Violet, you aren’t upset because I’m being courted by Miles, are you?”
“No, of course not.” Violet switched her gaze to Peggy. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“I don’t know. You haven’t been too friendly lately, I guess.”
“I’m a bit upset that Miles doesn’t speak to me whenever we run into each other, is all. We agreed to stay friends, after all.”
“He doesn’t? I didn’t know that,” Peggy said.
“Well, I’ll be going home,” Peggy said. “Miles will be here for a while. He’s bogged down with numbers, but maybe we’ll see you at Pete’s later?”
“Yes, we’ll be there,” Violet said. She didn’t know why, but suddenly she didn’t care for Peggy, who’d been Ivy’s best friend, but whom she's never considered more than an acquaintance. Now she felt uncomfortable around her, and she wished she knew why. It couldn’t be because Miles was courting her, because she had already come to the conclusion that she didn’t really love Miles. So what could her prickly feeling for Peggy stem from?
Violet sat on a bench to wait for Gavin, still wondering how she might react to Gavin’s cold proposal. It really was odd. She couldn’t accept—not without at least a kiss or something. What if he was a horrible kisser? Everyone who courted these days kissed a bit, and even hugged. Back in the olden days, maybe they didn’t kiss before marriage, but she couldn’t believe Gavin was so old fashioned—or—what was it he had said about not kissing? Something like, ‘especially not with someone who has been married?’ She wondered what difference that would make. Quinn had been married before he’d courted her sister, Rose, and they didn’t even consummate their union until long after the wedding.
She recalled Cynthia, her friend from school, who had been kissed by a boy on a straw ride, and she said he kissed like a fish, and that her face was wet and slimy when he was finished. How could you possibly stand being married to a man who kissed like a fish?
She supposed they'd need a heart to heart talk, but it was so difficult getting Gavin to open up and talk about these things. Miles had been so easy to talk to—then again, she’d best not think about Miles. She’d ended it with him. That tomb was sealed. There could be no going back. She wondered if she hadn't made a mistake.
She looked up to see
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