Relax
Disclaimer: Martha, Martha, Martha...we're not talking Stewart here.
Rated G
The other side of the story.
Relax
Monica came to the park early to enjoy a few minutes alone. She needed to spend some time with the Father. The park was not crowded at dusk. Across the way there were two older gentlemen pretending not to watch her. Closing her eyes, she prayed that there was nothing wrong with Andrew, that she had not done something to make him avoid her. A breeze blew among the trees and played with her hair. It carried the message that all would be well.
Andrew approached quietly, watching his best friend in her meditation. He saw the little lines of worry smooth out as the breeze fluttered over her. She opened her eyes and saw him standing there, a smile of pure joy radiating from her heart.
"Oh, Andrew, I have missed you. Where have you been?"
"Well, Angel-girl, I have been working."
She took his hand as he sat down next to her. They talked a while about some of his recent cases and she filled him in on the football team she coached in Alabama. His green eyes took on a sad cast and she asked him if anything was wrong.
"Monica, I need to apologize to you."
"Why?"
"I was jealous of Logan and the time you have been spending with him."
Monica jerked back as if she had been slapped.
"I don't understand, Andrew. Is this why you've been avoiding me?"
"Yes."
She turned away from him needing some space to think but Andrew would not let her leave the bench.
"Monica, you've got to believe me. It wasn't anything you did. It was me. I didn't understand why you were so interested in him. I didn't want to share your trust with him," he said, bowing his head. "I didn't want you to love him."
The Irish angel looked back at her friend, her best friend. She saw the tears on his cheeks and understood what he was trying to say. With tears of her own, she whispered, "Andrew, I will always love you. You are my best friend and the best part of my heart. No one could replace you."
He looked up and saw the love on her face and opened his arms wide. Monica buried herself in his embrace as he hid his face in her hair. Neither moved for a long time. Night lights hummed and flickered like an orchestra warming up. The two sat there unaware that the sun had finished its glorious show and the moon was on its way to the stage. As the two gentleman across the way prepared to leave, the angels rose and walked into the darkness surrounded by a soft golden glow.
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Wait, there's more...It slices, it dices, it....well, it doesn't. But there is more....
Disclaimer: Martha, Martha, Martha...we're not talking Stewart here.
Rated G
The other side of the story.
Relax
Monica came to the park early to enjoy a few minutes alone. She needed to spend some time with the Father. The park was not crowded at dusk. Across the way there were two older gentlemen pretending not to watch her. Closing her eyes, she prayed that there was nothing wrong with Andrew, that she had not done something to make him avoid her. A breeze blew among the trees and played with her hair. It carried the message that all would be well.
Andrew approached quietly, watching his best friend in her meditation. He saw the little lines of worry smooth out as the breeze fluttered over her. She opened her eyes and saw him standing there, a smile of pure joy radiating from her heart.
"Oh, Andrew, I have missed you. Where have you been?"
"Well, Angel-girl, I have been working."
She took his hand as he sat down next to her. They talked a while about some of his recent cases and she filled him in on the football team she coached in Alabama. His green eyes took on a sad cast and she asked him if anything was wrong.
"Monica, I need to apologize to you."
"Why?"
"I was jealous of Logan and the time you have been spending with him."
Monica jerked back as if she had been slapped.
"I don't understand, Andrew. Is this why you've been avoiding me?"
"Yes."
She turned away from him needing some space to think but Andrew would not let her leave the bench.
"Monica, you've got to believe me. It wasn't anything you did. It was me. I didn't understand why you were so interested in him. I didn't want to share your trust with him," he said, bowing his head. "I didn't want you to love him."
The Irish angel looked back at her friend, her best friend. She saw the tears on his cheeks and understood what he was trying to say. With tears of her own, she whispered, "Andrew, I will always love you. You are my best friend and the best part of my heart. No one could replace you."
He looked up and saw the love on her face and opened his arms wide. Monica buried herself in his embrace as he hid his face in her hair. Neither moved for a long time. Night lights hummed and flickered like an orchestra warming up. The two sat there unaware that the sun had finished its glorious show and the moon was on its way to the stage. As the two gentleman across the way prepared to leave, the angels rose and walked into the darkness surrounded by a soft golden glow.
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Wait, there's more...It slices, it dices, it....well, it doesn't. But there is more....
