"I had that dream again."
"What dream?"
"The tornadoes."
"Oh."
When Jodi and Benson talked, it was in private, a bedroom, while the venetian blinds were shut. No one knew of their relationship, or the simple fact that they actually talked to one another. They didn't want anyone to know.
"What does it mean? Does it have anything to do with God?"
"I dunno. The bible isn't an instruction manual, y' know."
"Sorry. Listen... did you ever discuss with your parents about what we talked about the other day?"
"No, I didn't, and I don't ever planned to. It's none of their... business."
"You do know that God won't strike you down if you say 'fuck' every once in a while. But I respect where you're coming from."
"It's pretty extreme, but thanks. I appreciate the fact that you're the only one who understands," said Benson.
"You're fucking welcome," Jodi replied, followed by a wide grin.
"Boy... how do I quit you?"
"With a drunk one-night-stand... followed by a wedding."
Benson then replied, "Well... I guess if I wasn't such a moral Mormon and a gentleman, we wouldn't be discussing this right now, eh?"
I guess not, Jodi though.
It was a first; although Jodi never restrained herself from speaking her opinion, she decided for the moment not to think out loud. The scariest thing for someone so outspoken to do. Jodi always told herself that no matter what, she would speak her mind regardless of whether or not it offended anyone. And for once she chose to keep her mouth shut. Maybe it meant something. Maybe, for once... she cared.
There was a lot of arguing in the background, in which Jodi was used to, anyway. It was her mother yelling at Jodi's birth father over the phone. Jodi didn't really care about what was going on, because the main reason her mother kept in touch with her birth father was because of one thing, and that's self-explanatary.
"Are you okay," said Ben, which Jodi called him.
"Yeah... I'll be fine. Don't worry so much."
"Do you wanna come with me to prayer circle?"
"No, thanks... looks like God has a lot to say later on while I try to get some sleep tonight," Jodi said, reffering to the storms rolling into the gated community. She stared out the window, watching the bright yellow strikes of lightning hit the ground in the far distance. It was 7:30 in the evening, and the storms, as the meteorologist put it, were to roll in at about 9pm. Well, God was about to make a surprise entrance.