Someone is talking to me but I can't hear what they're saying. I only see that Mavice is standing behind the person smiling. I run up to her and hug her and tell her I miss her , just as I'm about to tell her about what has happened, she starts to cry. I don't understand. I try to console her but its no use. She waves her hand for me to look to the right. I see women and children playing in a field. One of the boys has a baseball bat hitting at a tree. Whack Whack Whack. Knock,knock,knock...Knock Knock! I open my eyes someone is knocking on the front door. I sit up realizing it's morning but still pretty early. Sitting up I see Mark waving and calling my name in the door way. "Hang on." I get up, and OUCH, that darn ankle is so sore. Groggily I drag myself to the door. I turn the bolt and it unlocks. Mark comes in. "Good morning , gosh , did I wake you up? or are you going somewhere?" I look down at my coat and feeling ridiculous say,"Oh no...no, I crashed on the couch as soon as I got home last night. I just woke up." Mark looks embarrassed. " "I 'm sorry, I'll come back later." he turns to the door. "That's alright, what's up?" I see he has a paper bag and a cup in his hand. "Well, I just got you a coffee and one of those almond things you like from The Daily Grind." I am surprised and touched. "Thank you, that was so nice of you." he hands me the bag . "It's still warm."I say holding the brown paper. He looks rather pleased with himself and tells me ,"I waited in line to get a fresh one from the first batch this morning. that's why I'm so early." I smile and sip the coffee. "Ahh..splendid." He smiles. "I wasn't exactly sure how you like yours so..." "This is great, do you want to sit down?" "Sure." I begin to wake up and recall the difficult experience of the day before. The Bronx comes up to my guest and sniffs his hand. "I almost forgot." and hands my dog half of a cookie. "Meet your new best friend." I say pointing to Bronx. Mark laughs. " So," he begins, "I've been thinking about yesterday." I got a text from Pastor Daily this morning saying that Lydia's husband was taken into custody late last night. "Really?" "Yep, caught him heading over the state line." "Wow, what about the stuff?" "Oh he still had it in his possession." I shake my head, "I am still in shock I guess. Poor Lydia, what's going to happen with her." "I don't know but from the way Pastor Daily talked , I think she'd been carrying the financial load for a while." I nod in agreement. "She just looked so broken yesterday...I guess I've lived a pretty sheltered life and I feel terrible about not knowing what was going on ." " I know what you mean, but if someone keeps something a secret...there's not much you can do about that, Pastor Daily did know about Frank's drinking problem though ,,. I guess She had told only him. Any way how did it go at Dr. Lee's yesterday?" I brush a few crumbs off my lap. After the police had asked Lydia a million questions Mrs. Daily and I suggested that she see a Doctor just to be safe. "It was so sad, " I add looking up,"She wore a pair of sunglasses and a long sleeve shirt so people wouldn't see. But of course they were suspicious. She felt utterly humiliated. But she is a strong woman. Dr Lee is wonderful, She said to just do the typical ice and stuff for the black eye. I was relieved and thankful that Mrs. Daily asked, more like begged her to stay with them last night. At first she didn't want to, but then she gave in. "I hope she's going to be alright, I think I'll call her in a while.
