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Chapter Two: Songs and Dinner Debates

Later that day, Melora was playing her guitar in the sitting room.

"I'm trading my sickness. I'm trading my pain. I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord. We say 'yes Lord, yes Lord. Yes yes Lord. Yes Lord, yes Lord. Yes yes Lord. Yes Lord, yes Lord. Amen.'"

(A/N: If anyone's interested, the whole song will be listed at the end of the chapter.)

"I like that song. We sang it yesterday in church," commented Bonita, still knitting a shawl for her lover.

"So do I," said Melora, when she had finished the song.

Dear Melora and Bonnie,

I'm doing well. I just arrived in St. Michael, Grand Cayman. I expect to get a good amount of work done here. I'm not sure where I'll be afterward, but I don't expect to be here longer than a week or so. I hope you two are well.

Your Loving Brother,

Bernie

Bernard Flynn was the twins' older brother. He traveled the Caribbean and sometimes even to England, doing odd jobs for people for a reasonable sum. He had the same flame red hair as Bonita, and the same sparkling blue eyes as Melora. Bonita herself had emerald green eyes, and Melora had sandy hair.

The Flynns had been orphaned when the twins were eleven, and Bernard was fourteen. He raised the girls himself, the town keeping a close eye on them for several years. Melora and Bonita missed Bernard when he was gone, but they didn't complain.

Melora and Bonita made dinner that night. Bonita had chicken, carrots, and bread with butter. Melora had a hard-boiled egg, carrots, and bread with butter. Melora was a vegetarian.

"Lusa will be happy when Bernie comes home," said Bonita.

"What makes you say that?" asked Melora.

"She fancies him, of course," replied Bonita, as if she was stating an obvious fact.

"Oh, no she doesn't. She's too snooty," said Melora.

"Please. It's written all over her face," said Bonita.

"I know what's obvious. David-Michael fancies you," replied Melora.

"That's ridiculous. He knows about Arabella and myself," said Bonita.

"So? He could still fancy you. I don't see how he could fancy you, since you're not exactly a ray of sunshine to put it nicely, but he clearly does," retorted Melora, calmly.

Bonita refused to believe her twin and continued to eat in silence.

Lyrics to Trading My Sorrows

I'm trading my sorrows/I'm trading my shame/I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord/I'm trading my sickness/I'm trading my pain/I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord/ (chorus) we say yes Lord, yes Lord, yes yes Lord, yes Lord, yes Lord yes yes Lord, yes Lord, yes Lord, yes yes Lord Amen

(Repeat verse 1 and chorus)

I'm blessed but not cursed/persecuted not abandoned/struck down but not destroyed/I'm blessed beyond the curse/for His promise will endure/that His joy is going to be my strength/though the sorrow may last for the night/His joy comes in the morning

(Repeat verse 1)

(Repeat chorus)

(Repeat verse 2)

La la la la la la la la la la la la

(Repeat la la's twice)