“So…what do you like to do?” Ellie gripped the steering wheel, the left-hand blinker filling the silence where the girl should have spoken. She tapped the wheel with her forefinger and waited for the light to turn. And waited. And…waited.
This did not bode well.
“I don’t do free time.” Cassie picked at a loose thread on her jeans and quickly gave a snapping jerk. She twisted the thread around her forefinger.
“Okay. What would you do if you had free time?”
She shrugged and stared out the window.
The light turned green. Finally. Ellie stomped the gas a bit more than necessary and accelerated through the light. Three blocks. Just three blocks and they would be home and she could call her sister. She should have called her in the first place when she agreed to watch the girl. Angie would have ideas of what she could do with her.
“My sister lives a few blocks down from me. She has twin girls.” She heard the smile in her own voice when she mentioned her nieces and glanced over at the girl.
“Good for you.” Her breath fogged the window.
“You know Cassie, I know what it feels like to be abandoned by someone you love.”
“Why, your mom leave too?”
“No, my husband died.”
Cassie looked her direction, her eyes wide.
“We were only married a few years.” Ellie slapped the right hand signal.
“What did he die from?” Her voice was a whisper.
“Cancer. By the time we found out it was too late.”
Ellie pulled into her driveway, pushing the button to open the garage door. “Me too.”
“What did you do?”
Ellie turned the key in the ignition and faced Cassie. “What do you mean?”
“What did you do to God?”
“I…I haven’t really talked to…God.” Not since Mark died.
“I haven’t either.” The car door popped and echoed in the still of the garage. “What’s the point, right? I mean, it doesn’t seem like He really cares.”
The pre-teen jumped from the car and slung her backpack over her shoulder, shutting the door before Ellie could respond. And she wanted to. She wanted to call the girl back and tell her He did care. That trusting God did matter. But the words were like pebbles in a narrow-mouth jar. Falling to the bottom and sinking out of reach. She would only sound like a hypocrite.
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Cassie thumped the glass of her closed driver’s window with the back of her forefinger. “Can we go in? I need to use the bathroom.”
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