by Chase, Diane
“Be safe driving home.” He hugged her gingerly.
“I’m wondering the last hour how two beautiful people can get married, and the groom looks so glum. What’s eating you, son?” She slipped on her sunglasses and stared up at him.
He toed the loose rock with his shoe. “Nothing. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“I know. That’s why your drooping face has me curious.” Mrs. May yanked the sleeve of his suit.
Paul raised his brows, amused. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”
She shook her head. “Some things but not this.”
He patted his breast pocket and felt the thick envelope. “Juliette’s parents gave us their home in Galveston. She wants to move there.”
“And you don’t want to go.”
“Is that so bad? We had things planned. I’m not even sure we’ll stay in the area.”
Mrs. May threw her big purse to the passenger seat and slid in the car. “So, it’s not your house. You’re just a poor boy. And you don’t want to live in somebody else’s mansion.”
Paul held onto the door frame. “Who says it’s a mansion. It’s not really.”
“Just supposing,” Mrs. May said, looking up at the church on piers. “Everything we have comes from the good Lord, son.” She reached her hand to his and held it for a minute. “Just thank him for whatever he brings your way.”
The words convicted his heart as she drove to the street. On the way back inside, Juliette met him in the parking lot.
“Oh, I missed her,” she said, shielding her eyes in the sun.
He whisked her into his arms and kissed her passionately. “I have a feeling we’ll see her again soon. You know how much she loves you.”
Juliette chuckled. “Oh, now that’s funny. She clearly favors you.”
“Does she?” he tightened his grip, wishing lunch ended soon.
She took his hand and tugged him toward the party. Golden strands glint in her dark hair, and her face glowed with love when she glanced back at him.
Once he said it to her and now reminded himself. The greatest miracle had to be the healing of a heart, and today Mrs. May touched his.