“Evie,” he said, “I noticed that last Sunday you looked like you were heading out to church.”
He had noticed? She felt her cheeks grow warm. “I did. But I think I’ll try another one this Sunday.”
“Not the right fit?”
“I was the only person under one hundred years old and without an oxygen tank.”
He chuckled, then it grew into a full belly laugh. Soon, his body shook.
She heard the squeaky sound of a door opening. “Charlie?” Wren called out. “Is that you? I’ve been waiting for you. There’s something I want to show you.”
His laughter died down pretty fast. “I’d better go see what she wants.” He started walking his scooter toward the buggy shop.
“Charlie!”
He turned back to Evie.
“Dok wants to see all of us in her office at seven thirty in the morning.”
“Gotcha.” He tipped his head. “I was thinking that maybe, on Sunday, we could church shop. You know, together.”
Areyou kidding? Yes,yes,yes! Is this a date? Closeto a date? Could going to church be considered adate?
But what came out of her mouth was a nonchalant, “Sure. I guess so.”
He gave her a thumbs-up and headed off toward the buggy shop.
She was never going to sleep tonight.
