To her surprise, the student visitors set out a neat veggie trayâthe kind grocery stores make up in the deliâand a plastic tub of sour cream dip. And the âCatâ girl unzipped her backpack and set out several six-packs of fruit-juice blends, which were immediately snapped up by the younger set.
Well, at least they were pulling their share.
Once the stacks of paper plates, plasticware, and Styrofoam cups arrived, Pastor Cobbs boomed a prayer of thanks over the food, including his standard, â. . . and remove all impurities from the food we are about to partake . . . Amen!â
As usual, the kids jostled each other to be first in line, until Florida Hickman swooped down on them like an eagle after its prey. âYou kids! Whereâs you manners? Let the parents with little kids go firstâanâ the pastors anâ elders and they spouses. And if youâre a visitor to SouledOut, come on now, get in line. These kids can wait.â
Avis would have just as soon held back a bit, but with Florida directing traffic, she and Peter got their food and found seats at a long table with Debra and Sherman Meeks and Jodi and Denny Baxter. Peter, Denny, and Debra, along with David Brown, were the current elder board, each serving a staggered two-year term. Peter had just been elected at the beginning of the year, and she was proud of him serving in that capacity.
But a disturbing thought flickered across her mind, even as the table talk bounced from bemoaning the Chicago Bullsâ losing season to whether the economy would ever recover. How can Peter think about taking an extended trip when heâs just agreed to serve a two-year term as an elder? She shook her head. She and Peter were just dancing around this issue. They really needed to talkâ
âOkay if we sit here?â
Avis blinked. Two of the Crista studentsâthe âCatâ girl and the timid blondeâstood by two empty chairs across the table, holding their plates of food hopefully.
Chapter 11
O f course!â Sherman Meeks jumped up and even pulled out the chairs for the two young women. âBy all means. We need some youth at this table of old folks.â
âSpeak for yourself, Meeks.â Denny Baxter feigned a wounded look. âA few of us here arenât over the hill yet .â
âDonât mind him.â Jodi extended her hand. âIâm Jodi Baxter. This is my husband, Denny. And please remind us of your names . . . ?â
âKathryn Davies.â The talkative girl beamed and shook Jodiâs hand. âThough most people just call me Kat. Kat with a K. And this is Olivia Lindberg. Weâre both from Crista University. Iâm in the graduate school. Education.â
âUndergrad,â squeaked the younger of the two. âSociology.â
âWould you like something to drink?â Denny offered. Neither girl had a cup. âIâd be glad to get you some lemonade. Theyâve made enough to float a Carnival cruise.â
Katâ With a K , Avis reminded herselfâshook her head. âUh, no, unless thereâs something else besides Styrofoam cups.â
The three couples just looked at her.
Olivia spoke up. âKat doesnât do Styrofoam. Bad for the environment, you know. But . . . Iâd love some lemonade. Thanks.â
âO- kay .â Denny smothered an amused smile and disappeared toward the kitchen.
âMrs. Douglass, right?â Kat smiled at Avis, crunching on a raw baby carrot. Avis noticed that the girl hadnât taken any fried chicken, only beans and rice and the macaroni and cheese. âYou were the worship leader last week. I was hoping you would lead worship again this Sunday. Did the guy today sub for you because itâs Motherâs Day? Or is there a rotation?â
Girl , Avis thought, if you stick around awhile and observe, youâll learn the answers without having to ask so many questions .
Peter
Ella Quinn
Kara Cooney
D. H. Cameron
Cheri Verset
Amy Efaw
Meg Harding
Antonio Hill
Kim Boykin
Sue Orr
J. Lee Butts