into her pale blue eyes. Sitting there sipping their cups of coffee, Bo slips his hand out on the table hoping that Katy will grab hold of it, and she does.
“You know, Bo, I have been thinking, and I would really like you to come to church with us tomorrow.”
“Oh Katy, I don’t know. I haven’t been to that place in years, I would just feel awkward, ya know?”
“No,” replies Katy, “you have no reason to feel awkward.”
“I know you are feeling some pain about your past, and maybe even some pain about the present. Your future didn’t exactly turn out like you had hoped for, did it?” she asks.
“No, I thought I would be married by now and just have a more fulfilling life. I feel like all I do is work and sleep when I am back in Dallas.”
“So pray about it,” Katy says, “there is no one that loves you and wants to help you more than God. All you have to do is give it to Him and He will fix it. Don’t hold on to it, it’s like an anchor weighing you down. Trust me, I have been there before. When my mom passed away, then my dad passed away, I had a really hard time, but I just put it all in God’s hands and I couldn’t be happier, other than the fact that all the ladies in town whisper about me when they see me because I’m twenty-five and still unmarried, with no boyfriend, but I am focused on God and doing the things He has called me to do.”
“So are you saying you don’t want a boyfriend?” Bo asks.
“No, I’m not. I do, I just hadn’t met the right one yet.”
“Hadn’t,” says Bo, “so are you saying you have met the right one?”
“Maybe,” she replies.
“Well, Katy, then I feel the need to ask you this question before that other guy comes and swoops you off of your feet. Will you be mine?”
Katy turns beet red even though she had been expecting this. However, she wasn’t expecting it to come out like a second grade valentine card.
“Of course, I would love to be. There is only one stipulation.”
“What’s that?” says Bo.
“Come back to church,” she says.
“That’s it?” replies Bo. “Just come back to church?”
“Come back to church and get right with God again. I told you, I cannot be in a relationship with someone who does not have a relationship with Christ.”
“Done,” he says. “Now, let’s go see if Mammy is done with her nails and tell her the good news.”
They walk back slowly to Martha’s salon, hand in hand. They both feel like they are in a fairy tale, walking on clouds. As they enter the salon, they see that Viola is sitting in a chair reading a magazine.
“Mammy, I thought you said it would take an hour to get your nails done? We are fifteen minutes early and you are already done.” Katy and Viola laugh.
“You don’t have to send us off anymore, Miss Viola, we are officially a couple.” They raise their paired hands up in the air and Viola clasps her hands over her mouth and gasps, “Oh aren’t you two so sweet? Well, how did this happen, and I knew nothing of it.”
“Sure, Mammy,” replies Bo. “I think it’s time for us to go home now and put your feet up like the doctor recommended,” he says. “Katy and I will make dinner.” He looks at her and grins.
“Oh good, and this time I don’t have to send you off to the grocery for a list of things I already have,” she giggles and slaps her knee.
“What would you like for dinner tonight, Miss Viola?” Katy asks as they walk up the front steps.
“What are you good at?” she replies.
“Spaghetti.”
“Then spaghetti, it is,” says Viola.
They help Viola get all of her belongings that she had with her at the hospital put away and make her sit down in the recliner with a pillow under her feet and bring her a cup of tea.
“Did you two stick me in this chair so I wouldn’t be
“You know, Bo, I have been thinking, and I would really like you to come to church with us tomorrow.”
“Oh Katy, I don’t know. I haven’t been to that place in years, I would just feel awkward, ya know?”
“No,” replies Katy, “you have no reason to feel awkward.”
“I know you are feeling some pain about your past, and maybe even some pain about the present. Your future didn’t exactly turn out like you had hoped for, did it?” she asks.
“No, I thought I would be married by now and just have a more fulfilling life. I feel like all I do is work and sleep when I am back in Dallas.”
“So pray about it,” Katy says, “there is no one that loves you and wants to help you more than God. All you have to do is give it to Him and He will fix it. Don’t hold on to it, it’s like an anchor weighing you down. Trust me, I have been there before. When my mom passed away, then my dad passed away, I had a really hard time, but I just put it all in God’s hands and I couldn’t be happier, other than the fact that all the ladies in town whisper about me when they see me because I’m twenty-five and still unmarried, with no boyfriend, but I am focused on God and doing the things He has called me to do.”
“So are you saying you don’t want a boyfriend?” Bo asks.
“No, I’m not. I do, I just hadn’t met the right one yet.”
“Hadn’t,” says Bo, “so are you saying you have met the right one?”
“Maybe,” she replies.
“Well, Katy, then I feel the need to ask you this question before that other guy comes and swoops you off of your feet. Will you be mine?”
Katy turns beet red even though she had been expecting this. However, she wasn’t expecting it to come out like a second grade valentine card.
“Of course, I would love to be. There is only one stipulation.”
“What’s that?” says Bo.
“Come back to church,” she says.
“That’s it?” replies Bo. “Just come back to church?”
“Come back to church and get right with God again. I told you, I cannot be in a relationship with someone who does not have a relationship with Christ.”
“Done,” he says. “Now, let’s go see if Mammy is done with her nails and tell her the good news.”
They walk back slowly to Martha’s salon, hand in hand. They both feel like they are in a fairy tale, walking on clouds. As they enter the salon, they see that Viola is sitting in a chair reading a magazine.
“Mammy, I thought you said it would take an hour to get your nails done? We are fifteen minutes early and you are already done.” Katy and Viola laugh.
“You don’t have to send us off anymore, Miss Viola, we are officially a couple.” They raise their paired hands up in the air and Viola clasps her hands over her mouth and gasps, “Oh aren’t you two so sweet? Well, how did this happen, and I knew nothing of it.”
“Sure, Mammy,” replies Bo. “I think it’s time for us to go home now and put your feet up like the doctor recommended,” he says. “Katy and I will make dinner.” He looks at her and grins.
“Oh good, and this time I don’t have to send you off to the grocery for a list of things I already have,” she giggles and slaps her knee.
“What would you like for dinner tonight, Miss Viola?” Katy asks as they walk up the front steps.
“What are you good at?” she replies.
“Spaghetti.”
“Then spaghetti, it is,” says Viola.
They help Viola get all of her belongings that she had with her at the hospital put away and make her sit down in the recliner with a pillow under her feet and bring her a cup of tea.
“Did you two stick me in this chair so I wouldn’t be
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