The couple
“Before I forget it, there is somethin’ eatin’ at me.” Dillon sighed. “Remember the couple with the baby from under the bridge?”
“Of course.” Evie sipped at her coffee.
“I took a ride with DCBS to find them.” Dillon pushed his cup on the table. “Praying the entire time that we wouldn’t. I did try. It’s my job. We checked all the known places a homeless family might be.” He let out a long sigh. “I had some of the deputies looking for them, off duty. Totally voluntary. Maybe I shouldn’t have,” he rose up leaning on the table. “I told them about DCBS. I took the mother and baby to the dv shelter. Povol knows she’s not dv.”
“Bring him here,” Jack offered. “He can stay with me until we find something better.”
“I’m sure you’ve checked them out?” Evie commented.
“Two,” he corrected himself, “3 wondering souls crushed under capitalism.” He cleared his throat, “if people put 2 and 2 together, I could get in all kinds of trouble for interfering with a cabinet investigation.”
Jack laid his hand on Dillon’s arm, “God’s got you.”
“We might have them a home if they want it by the spring.” Both men looked at her in shock. “Well,” she shrugged. “We are getting married. They can live in my house, as a family. Unless you object dad.” What just flowed from her mouth. So much for asking her dad to be careful about who he let in his house. She was opening hers up to a whole family of strangers.
Jack beamed, “heavens no.”
Dillon couldn’t stand it. He was about to explode, “we’ve set a date?”
She blushed. “No, you said I could do anything I wanted to the upstairs. We can go ahead and get that started. Even if this couple doesn’t want to live there, we haven’t lost anything.”
“That’s my hummin’ bird.” Jack said with pride. “Are you comin’ to church Sunday?”
“No, I’m not ready yet. I am getting religion. Sara’s Bible studies are coming along great. She even got us involved with an app. We’ve got encouraged readings and everything. She’s taking a few seminary classes as well.”
“Feel free to use the house, if you want to take a turn,” Dillon offered. “I don’t have to be there.”
She stood taking her cup to the sink, “you want to set a date?”
Dillon answered without hesitation, “now.”
Sunshine Valley – Poetry & More
Poetry & More 