well.
Chapter 7
Peter's onion breath Monday night after supper had kept the idea of kissing him again at bay. Sadie didn't mind—she didn't need the complication. Somewhere they'd skipped over a fine line. A crush was one thing to joke about, but this?
She locked the door to the shop. The sun had already slanted behind the trees, ready to tuck itself in for the night. Sadie yawned. She'd like to crawl into her castle bedchamber and sleep too, but tonight was special.
Good Friday.
Ever since supper out with Peter Monday evening, the week had blurred by in a flurry of shop business and helping Jayne and Luke ready the inn for the special services and festivities, along with preparing for their guests' arrival. Although tonight's service could hardly be called a celebration. Perhaps a time of contemplation was a more fitting designation. Last night's living Last Supper had gone over well with those who attended, and most promised they'd return tonight.
She slipped the shop keys into her pocket. Already a few vehicles were turning off the road and entering the Barncastle's grounds.
Barncastle. She used to have an aversion to her family name, but tonight, she stood a little taller. If only her parents had done something like this. She'd always looked up to Uncle Ted and Aunt Diane, their relationship strong through the ups and downs of life. Dad, though, had worked hard at his job at an electronics company and they always had just enough.
A familiar Volvo joined the other vehicles in the parking area. Peter. And Marin. They'd talked, briefly, if the service would be lost on Marin, but he and Sadie both agreed Marin would be up to understanding.
Sadie had barely seen him all week, and at the first sight of him, she wanted to rush up for a hug. Yet that wasn't fair to him, given their talk on Monday night. While her feelings were strong, she had to be honest about her living arrangement with her cousins. They also had Marin to consider. She cared for the girl, but Marin had already voiced her opinion on her father's status.
Peter waited for her beside his car. “Hey there.”
“Hey to you too.” She smiled at him, then Marin. “Hi, sweetie.”
“It's been a busy week.” He stepped up to her and they embraced.
Her pulse roared in her ears. “Yes, a busy week. But I'm glad you're here.”
“So, this is in the barn, then?”
She nodded. “We should probably find you some seats.”
“You're not going to sit with us?”
“I'd love to, but I'm helping to extinguish the lamps.”
“Lamps?”
“You'll see.”
The sliding doors of the large barn had been left open to allow plenty of ventilation for the crowd that Sadie hoped would attend tonight. The barn served as an auditorium with a set for plays and different shows, but would do nicely for Easter weekend services
Chairs faced the low stage, where a simple podium stood along with a cross. At one end of the stage, Marcella McSweeney sat at a keyboard, her husband Sean nearby, playing classical guitar. The couple, former guests of the inn, had driven up from Northampton, Massachusetts, that afternoon. Jayne's story of how they met and fell in love one Christmas at the inn made Sadie smile. This weekend, Marcella and Sean would provide musical accompaniment for the weekend.
Candles lined the entire front of the stage, and gas lamps on poles stood throughout the barn. Luke had paid extra for
Chapter 7
Peter's onion breath Monday night after supper had kept the idea of kissing him again at bay. Sadie didn't mind—she didn't need the complication. Somewhere they'd skipped over a fine line. A crush was one thing to joke about, but this?
She locked the door to the shop. The sun had already slanted behind the trees, ready to tuck itself in for the night. Sadie yawned. She'd like to crawl into her castle bedchamber and sleep too, but tonight was special.
Good Friday.
Ever since supper out with Peter Monday evening, the week had blurred by in a flurry of shop business and helping Jayne and Luke ready the inn for the special services and festivities, along with preparing for their guests' arrival. Although tonight's service could hardly be called a celebration. Perhaps a time of contemplation was a more fitting designation. Last night's living Last Supper had gone over well with those who attended, and most promised they'd return tonight.
She slipped the shop keys into her pocket. Already a few vehicles were turning off the road and entering the Barncastle's grounds.
Barncastle. She used to have an aversion to her family name, but tonight, she stood a little taller. If only her parents had done something like this. She'd always looked up to Uncle Ted and Aunt Diane, their relationship strong through the ups and downs of life. Dad, though, had worked hard at his job at an electronics company and they always had just enough.
A familiar Volvo joined the other vehicles in the parking area. Peter. And Marin. They'd talked, briefly, if the service would be lost on Marin, but he and Sadie both agreed Marin would be up to understanding.
Sadie had barely seen him all week, and at the first sight of him, she wanted to rush up for a hug. Yet that wasn't fair to him, given their talk on Monday night. While her feelings were strong, she had to be honest about her living arrangement with her cousins. They also had Marin to consider. She cared for the girl, but Marin had already voiced her opinion on her father's status.
Peter waited for her beside his car. “Hey there.”
“Hey to you too.” She smiled at him, then Marin. “Hi, sweetie.”
“It's been a busy week.” He stepped up to her and they embraced.
Her pulse roared in her ears. “Yes, a busy week. But I'm glad you're here.”
“So, this is in the barn, then?”
She nodded. “We should probably find you some seats.”
“You're not going to sit with us?”
“I'd love to, but I'm helping to extinguish the lamps.”
“Lamps?”
“You'll see.”
The sliding doors of the large barn had been left open to allow plenty of ventilation for the crowd that Sadie hoped would attend tonight. The barn served as an auditorium with a set for plays and different shows, but would do nicely for Easter weekend services
Chairs faced the low stage, where a simple podium stood along with a cross. At one end of the stage, Marcella McSweeney sat at a keyboard, her husband Sean nearby, playing classical guitar. The couple, former guests of the inn, had driven up from Northampton, Massachusetts, that afternoon. Jayne's story of how they met and fell in love one Christmas at the inn made Sadie smile. This weekend, Marcella and Sean would provide musical accompaniment for the weekend.
Candles lined the entire front of the stage, and gas lamps on poles stood throughout the barn. Luke had paid extra for
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