Angel of the Cove
“A soft breeze stirred the leaves on the trees, but the morning sun promised a hot day for the Fourth of July celebration. The tomatoes she’d just picked would taste good at the church picnic.
She put her hands in the small of her back and stretched. The memory of Simon hurrying away from her at the Davis farm two days earlier flashed into her mind. Her heart still ached every time she thought of his words.
She hoped he wouldn’t be at the picnic today, but she knew he would. After all, the preacher was expected to be at all the church functions. But she didn’t know if she could face him after their last meeting. Their relationship would never be the same again, but one thing she knew—she missed his presence at Granny’s. Mealtimes hadn’t been the same since he quit coming.
With a sigh she picked up the basket of tomatoes and juggled the load on her hip with one hand. At the back door she slipped her shoes off and padded across the wooden floor. “Granny, here are the tomatoes you wanted.”
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