Today the church was hosting a small bake sale for the local high school’s football team. The kitchen was busy, tables were being set up,
and for a long time all David did was stand and watch.
With his arms crossed, the scowl that had been marring his features was fading and he finally stopped pulling his nails along the back of his left bicep.
Usually when it came to bake sales at the church, David didn’t have to do any baking or selling; or buying, for that matter. He would only lurk around, swooping in to take a treat or two when he felt like it. But this time he wasn’t getting his way. The quarterback’s mother stood between him and his bounty, and what a pain in the ass she was. She demanded he work for it, and it would have gotten her a can of non-stick cooking spray to the face if church employees didn’t defuse the situation.
When he calmed down he was politely asked to help out in the kitchen. And though he paid little attention to everyone else he passed, he was momentarily paralyzed when he found himself walking toward E v e T h o r n e. His throat tightened and his hands were in his pockets before he could think to try to act normal. He forced himself to move closer, fighting the urge to see if her brother was here too. “Church ‘s only in session on Wednesday and Sunday, you know, so…” He hoped she was here in confusion and would soon turn around and leave.
