Thursday, August 4, 2011
the right to be wrong
It was all because of her sister. Even if Ruthie was with in weeks of giving birth to her third child, it didn't much matter for her sister to corner her in the kitchen while everyone else was outside when Rachel and Sam were over to visit.
"What are you trying to do!" Her sister glared at her. No way, were her parents going to approve of Sam. He wasn't a minister, for starters. "Do you know what you've done?"
"I guess." Rachel didn't want her sister coming down on Sam. "So what. Sam's nice to me." After all, he'd saved her from the undertaker. She was even shocked when Sam asked her to marry him. "And, and I-"
"Oh, you always defied us! Always have." Ruthie snapped pointing her finger at her. "Don't you deny it. Not one eligible bachelor in our congregation was ever good enough for you."
"Maybe..." Rachel pressed her lips tight as the tension wore on, in their conversation. "I-I was just not what they were looking for." She believed it too, even if Ruthie told her she was spoiled.
Rachel felt as if she had shed that old life now. This was new, and she was going to make the best of it with Sam. She'd hoped to remain close to her sister Ruthie, but she had a feeling they weren't welcomed there anymore, even if Sam didn't know it.
So she embraced this whole situation with as much zest as she could. And Sam did make her happy. She wanted to make him happy too. This was their home now, and she didn't need her parents blessings. It wasn't like they were out trying to track her down.
"You know, I have a feeling, they never thought I'd leave home." She told Sam later, after dinner when he wondered if she wanted to see her parents. "I guess I'll know when they miss me." She knew how they were. Everything was to look perfect in their perfect world that revolved around church. "I'm sure my sister is on the phone with them, right now." Rachel smiled and she kissed Sam on the cheek. Really, she wasn't homesick.