She flinches. Just a hair. Then reaches casually for her bag, like it’s nothing.
Holy…
Shnikes.
Suspicion Confirmed.
Yes, shnikes.
I’m at least religious enough not to think the other S-word right now.
“Faith,” her father scolds in a strong whisper. “Why isn’t your phone on silent?”
“Sorry,” she quietly answers. “I figured no one would text me because all of my friends are here with me.”
“Well, whoistexting you?” he asks.
I watch as she unlocks her phone, smiling, waiting for her to read that text.
Her face turns as red as a watermelon.
I chuckle internally. Got her, my suspicions are proven right.
“It’s Keith,” she whispers to her father. I don’t think he notices the shake in her voice.
“Oh, alright,” he says, and she puts her phone back down.
I bite my lower lip as I stare at the read receipt on my message to her.
Faith Easton, with the Lord as my witness.
I never imagined you’d be such a sweet little white liar.
But I never, in a million years, would have thought you’d be out at a place like Mont du Marquette.
It’s the innocent ones you have to watch out for. I have to stifle a chuckle as I think back to the very first time I met Faith atBible Camp.
She didn’t have that ring on her finger last night at the club. But it’s more intriguing to me than harmful to her reputation.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my short years on this Earth, it’s never to assume what you don’t know, and never to judge people without reason.
Sure, she’s taking that ring off and flirting with Thor, but now it hits me, when I think back to Keith and Dave Smalls’s conversation last Saturday. Keith was talking about banging interns in DC and now it all makes sense.
Happy couple?
I don’t think so.
Faith is having second thoughts about getting married to that piece of shit. And if I were her, I would be, too. She’s not being immoral by taking off her ring, she’s beingsmart.
I’m not a therapist, but last time I checked, that’s not exactly what you should be thinking about when you’re about to get married.
Neither of them should.
So it makes sense why Faith’s engagement ring was off last night. And why she was so very flirty…withThor.
Finally, the service comes to a close, and I escort my mom out into the lobby.
She’s chatting with one of her friends from her book club when Pastor Bobbit approaches me with Mr. Easton in tow.
