Trevor Paul Monroe read his memory verse a second time. He frowned. He still didn’t like what it said. If he wanted to be a great man, he was supposed to be a servant!
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Kenya Jayne Washington jiggled with excitement. It was Thirteenth Sabbath, and the Primary class was in an uproar.
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans bounced up and down on her toes while she waited for her mother to answer. “What? You want to walk over to the drug store and have ice cream cones now?” Mom asked, her eyebrows raised. “In this rain?” She glanced at the fat raindrops chasing each other down the kitchen windows. “We can wear our raincoats and hats!” Mac pleaded. “And boots! And take an umbrella! We won’t get wet!”
Hannah Maria Estevez wondered why Papa was driving so slowly. It seemed to be taking forever to get to church. Butterflies danced in Hannah’s stomach. She couldn’t quite decide if she was nervous or excited.
Maya Flores wiped the sweat from her forehead and grabbed her long, straight black hair, twisting it up into a high bun. She licked her dry lips and looked up at the clear blue sky. There was no sign of rain. She groaned, wishing it would suddenly pour and cool them all down—and wishing her family had a car so that they wouldn’t have to walk an hour and a half each way to church.
A short woman in tall rubber boots appeared in the doorway. “Come on in!” she invited. “I’m just getting ready to start milking.”
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans skipped ahead of her mother to the big glass door of the toy store. “Can I look in the art aisle for a while?” she asked over her shoulder. “Please?”
Trevor Paul Monroe looked at the green duffel bag that Pastor Chuck had placed on the table in the front of the room. Pastor Chuck looked around at the class. “I see we have a visitor this morning,” he said. “Trevor, is that a friend of yours? Would you like to introduce him?”
Trevor Paul Monroe raised his hand high. He wiggled it in the air. He sure hoped Pastor Chuck would call on him first.
Kenya Jayne Washington shivered and stamped the snow off her boots. She was standing in the dark basement of the Pattersons’ flower shop.