Lilac Spring
““Well, if it isn’t little Cherish Winslow!” Pastor McDuffie took her hand in a hearty handshake. “What a fashionable lady she has become. What do you say, Carrie?” He turned to his wife.
Mrs. McDuffie turned to Cherish with a warm smile. “Welcome back, Cherish. Please forgive us for missing your homecoming. We had to be away that day. We are so happy to have you back in our midst.”
“Thank you. No one is gladder than I am,” she answered.
“Now that you’re back, can we look forward to seeing you w...ith us on Tuesday nights for choir practice? Carrie can certainly use another good singing voice.”
“I would love to come.” She turned to Silas. “You’ll join me, won’t you? We could walk over and back together.”
He fingered his tie. “I’m not much of a singer.”
“Nonsense,” McDuffie contradicted. “You have a fine baritone. I could hear you from the pulpit.”
Cherish smiled at the color creeping up his cheeks. “I hope it didn’t hurt your ears,” he said.MoreLess
Mrs. McDuffie turned to Cherish with a warm smile. “Welcome back, Cherish. Please forgive us for missing your homecoming. We had to be away that day. We are so happy to have you back in our midst.”
“Thank you. No one is gladder than I am,” she answered.
“Now that you’re back, can we look forward to seeing you w...ith us on Tuesday nights for choir practice? Carrie can certainly use another good singing voice.”
“I would love to come.” She turned to Silas. “You’ll join me, won’t you? We could walk over and back together.”
He fingered his tie. “I’m not much of a singer.”
“Nonsense,” McDuffie contradicted. “You have a fine baritone. I could hear you from the pulpit.”
Cherish smiled at the color creeping up his cheeks. “I hope it didn’t hurt your ears,” he said.MoreLess
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