desserts? If they taste good that’s all that matters, right?” She smiled as she put a small bite in her mouth.
“Guess that means you didn’t make them.” He laughed and followed Kate into the living room where Emma sat on the couch.
“Hon, will you do me a favor?” Emma asked, looking at Kate.
“Anything, unless it involves animals.” She grinned, and put another piece of brownie in her mouth.
“I would love to hear you read. My eyes are getting worse by the day.”
Kate figured the tumors must be affecting her eyes now. Kate and Will glanced at each other. Her features softened and she smiled hoping he would understand her comforting look.
Emma lifted a book and placed it in her own lap. “Can you grab it for me?” Her hands shook as she rested them at her side. “I’m so worn out.”
Kate stood up and took it from Emma, flipped through the pages, and found a passage to read. She started reading over several pages. Kate paused and peered over at Will. He’d rested his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Kate fought back tears, but they insisted on coming.
***
“He’ll get you through this Will,” Emma said.
Will raised his head off the couch and nodded. He’d let her believe he’d be okay. Deep inside his heart felt as though it would ache forever.
“I am going to heaven, that place with many rooms, prepared just for me. Your parents are there now.”
He looked at Kate. She wiped a tear from her eye and looked down at the floor. She must’ve felt like an intruder in their conversation. Normally, he wouldn’t want anyone around for the exchange with Emma, but this time he wanted Kate to stay. Her presence gave him a sense of comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I appreciate that you trust God as much as you do. But truthfully Emma, I don’t think I’ll ever be at that point. Too many things have happened for me to be thankful.” He didn’t want to question Emma’s faith when she needed it most, but he still couldn’t comprehend the depth of her love for God in the midst of her circumstances.
“I can’t tell you how to feel, but I know Jesus is wanting to help you get through the unrest that’s keeping you from fully experiencing him.”
“It’s just too hard. I can’t do that.” He lifted his shoulders and dropped them again.
“I’d better rest a bit. Those brownies made me sleepy.” Emma winked at Kate.
“I need to head out. I have to meet someone.” She leaned over Emma and kissed the top of her head and touched her frail hand.
“I’m giving a tour tomorrow up at Mesa Verde. Would you like to join me? You can write up a story,” Will said while walking her to the front door.
“Sure. That would be fine.”
“Great, it’s a date—well, a date to see the park. Not a date, date.” Will waved his hands trying to get his point across. “Just a way for me to show you Mesa Verde.”
He couldn’t talk around Kate without fumbling his words. He hoped his feelings weren’t as obvious to her as they were beginning to feel to him.
Chapter Thirteen
The whir of grinding coffee beans drowned out the cafe music. Trevor raised his voice, “I want to be sorry for coming on too strong, but I care for you. A lot.” He stared into Kate’s eyes. “Do you remember the time we went down to the river? They dyed it green for St. Patrick’s Day.”
Kate laughed. She always got a kick out of the Chicago’s holiday tradition of dumping green dye into The Chicago River. “How could I forget?”
“The wind blew and the cold cut into our faces. But, we held hands and didn’t move. I…I didn’t care about the cold bite in the air. I just wanted to keep talking, soaking you in. Doesn’t that say something about how much we care for each other?”
“I caught a cold the next day.” Sure, it might have meant something, but she stayed home sick in bed for three days. And, it was a long time ago.
Trevor didn’t speak.
“Guess that means you didn’t make them.” He laughed and followed Kate into the living room where Emma sat on the couch.
“Hon, will you do me a favor?” Emma asked, looking at Kate.
“Anything, unless it involves animals.” She grinned, and put another piece of brownie in her mouth.
“I would love to hear you read. My eyes are getting worse by the day.”
Kate figured the tumors must be affecting her eyes now. Kate and Will glanced at each other. Her features softened and she smiled hoping he would understand her comforting look.
Emma lifted a book and placed it in her own lap. “Can you grab it for me?” Her hands shook as she rested them at her side. “I’m so worn out.”
Kate stood up and took it from Emma, flipped through the pages, and found a passage to read. She started reading over several pages. Kate paused and peered over at Will. He’d rested his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Kate fought back tears, but they insisted on coming.
***
“He’ll get you through this Will,” Emma said.
Will raised his head off the couch and nodded. He’d let her believe he’d be okay. Deep inside his heart felt as though it would ache forever.
“I am going to heaven, that place with many rooms, prepared just for me. Your parents are there now.”
He looked at Kate. She wiped a tear from her eye and looked down at the floor. She must’ve felt like an intruder in their conversation. Normally, he wouldn’t want anyone around for the exchange with Emma, but this time he wanted Kate to stay. Her presence gave him a sense of comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I appreciate that you trust God as much as you do. But truthfully Emma, I don’t think I’ll ever be at that point. Too many things have happened for me to be thankful.” He didn’t want to question Emma’s faith when she needed it most, but he still couldn’t comprehend the depth of her love for God in the midst of her circumstances.
“I can’t tell you how to feel, but I know Jesus is wanting to help you get through the unrest that’s keeping you from fully experiencing him.”
“It’s just too hard. I can’t do that.” He lifted his shoulders and dropped them again.
“I’d better rest a bit. Those brownies made me sleepy.” Emma winked at Kate.
“I need to head out. I have to meet someone.” She leaned over Emma and kissed the top of her head and touched her frail hand.
“I’m giving a tour tomorrow up at Mesa Verde. Would you like to join me? You can write up a story,” Will said while walking her to the front door.
“Sure. That would be fine.”
“Great, it’s a date—well, a date to see the park. Not a date, date.” Will waved his hands trying to get his point across. “Just a way for me to show you Mesa Verde.”
He couldn’t talk around Kate without fumbling his words. He hoped his feelings weren’t as obvious to her as they were beginning to feel to him.
Chapter Thirteen
The whir of grinding coffee beans drowned out the cafe music. Trevor raised his voice, “I want to be sorry for coming on too strong, but I care for you. A lot.” He stared into Kate’s eyes. “Do you remember the time we went down to the river? They dyed it green for St. Patrick’s Day.”
Kate laughed. She always got a kick out of the Chicago’s holiday tradition of dumping green dye into The Chicago River. “How could I forget?”
“The wind blew and the cold cut into our faces. But, we held hands and didn’t move. I…I didn’t care about the cold bite in the air. I just wanted to keep talking, soaking you in. Doesn’t that say something about how much we care for each other?”
“I caught a cold the next day.” Sure, it might have meant something, but she stayed home sick in bed for three days. And, it was a long time ago.
Trevor didn’t speak.
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