Trevor Paul Monroe eyed the papers and pencils in Pastor Chuck’s hands. Pastor Chuck was going to make them write something. He just knew it. Well, at least he could be pretty sure Pastor Chuck wouldn’t ask them to do any math in Sabbath School.
Mom reached over and patted her shoulder. “Stop worrying. We’re almost at the airport already. “We’ll be there in plenty of time,” she assured her. Mac twisted her head so she could see as much of the sky out of the car window as possible. “There’s a plane!” she announced anxiously.
G.M. looked back at Joseph. “We’re going to bake bread,” she repeated. “Now go and wash your hands.”
Trevor Paul Monroe stood in the middle of his bedroom and looked around. His room was spotless. Today, company was coming. And Trevor’s bedroom was neat, and clean, and inviting.
“It would be nice to live out here in the country,” Dad said as he carefully steered the car on the curvy road. “And have sheep!” Hannah interrupted. “And chickens,” Mama added.
“Stop!” Dad hissed. He reached for Mac’s arm. Mac froze. What could be the matter? “Over there by the bushes,” Dad whispered.
Trevor Paul Monroe stood at the front window. His nose wasn’t exactly pressed against the glass, but almost. He stared down the street. “They’re here!” he shouted. He ran to the front door and yanked it open. “Bye, Mom!” he hollered. He ran out the door and down the sidewalk.
Joseph Anderson Donetti opened the kitchen door and stepped out onto the back porch. Puffy white clouds floated in the blue spring sky overhead. One of them looked exactly like a long, fat whale. Joseph grinned to himself. A long, fat whale, swimming in the sky. At least the color was right. Blue sky. Blue ocean.
Hannah Maria Estevez eyed the pile of brightly colored cards in Pastor Chuck’s hand. She wondered what he was going to have them do in Sabbath School today. Whatever it was, she wanted to have a pink card, she decided. Or maybe one of the sunshine yellow ones.