Kate stood in the middle of the sleek kitchen, barely hearing the noise coming from the party going on in the living room. She listened intently as someone explained to her for the first time what Jesus had done to keep her from going to hell when she died.
When Rachel stopped speaking, Kate could not find any words to express the emotions that swirled inside. She had never heard this before, and wondered about the needy feeling that was growing steadily.
“No one has ever told me this before. Why have I never heard this before?”
Rachel raised slim shoulders and said, “Maybe because you were not ready before.”
Kate lifted a hand to her brow and said, “I’m not sure I’m ready now.” She looked at Rachel steadily and sighed. “Thank you for telling me. I need to think about all of this.”
She turned and went out, leaving the door swinging behind her.
Rachel began to pray for Kate and had just pushed away from the cabinet when Ted came in. He stopped short at the sight of his sister standing alone in the kitchen.
“Here you are. I thought you had left.” He paused, looking at the door for a second, then looked back at his sister. “What did you say to Kate that had her rushing out like that?”
“We were just talking.” She went to move to the door and stopped when he asked, “What did you think of Jake?”
“That’s the second time someone has asked me that. What’s going on Ted?”
“Nothing, Rach. I just was wondering. Who else asked you?”
“Kate.” She studied him for a second, while her mind whirled with questions. “Why is everybody so concerned with how I liked Jake? Is there something wrong with him or something?”
Ted laughed. “No. It’s just that the two of you are both Christians. I don’t have many friends that are, and it just seemed like a nice fit.”
“A nice fit? What are we a pair of old shoes?”
Her question made Ted laugh even harder.
“Look, Sis, it’s just that I thought you two might hit it off. At the very least, I was hoping you could direct him to a good church. You know more about that than I do.”
His explanation seemed sincere, so Rachel let it go and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Okay. He seemed nice. And I told him where my church is.” She smiled at him. “So I guess we’ll see if he shows up tomorrow morning.” She gave him another peck on the cheek and stepped around him. At the door she looked back. “I’ll see you later.”
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