Grace could hardly
believe her brother was back. She was so not focused on what she
was doing. It had started to drizzle during the time Grace lost
focus.
“Grace!”
“Grace!”
“GRACE!” shouted out a voice. She still was lost in her
dreams about Ryan and Annie. Suddenly, her head popped up. There
were huge storm clouds up ahead and lightning flashed across the
sky. It was headed her way. She had to be miles away from her
house. There was a rustle behind her and Luke suddenly
appeared, drenched and with a panicked look on his face. He rushed
forward and grabbed her arms.
“Where were you?” he asked.
“I was here. I wasn’t thinking,”
“Clearly! Your family is going nuts! This storm started hours
ago, Darlin,’”
“Don’t call me darlin’, and act like care about
my safety. You’re too busy chasin’ girls with-“
But Grace couldn’t finish her
sentence because Luke yanked her closer to him.
“Don’t talk about what I do on my nights off. No
bother asking what you do on Friday nights, up there reading your
books and studying,” he said.
“At least I’ll get into a good college!” Grace
shouted back, right in his face.
“Yeah and you’ll make some man real happy one day,
cooking and cleaning the house!”
“I ain’t gonna be a housewife, and I feel bad for your
poor wife!”
Lightning cracked overhead and both Grace and Luke looked up at the
darkening sky. “Let’s go,” said Grace. Luke
released her wrists and she rubbed them on the way back to the
house. Luke and Grace pounded up the stairs and entered into the
bright living room.
“Luke,” said Grace’s dad, crossing the room from
his corner chair, “Thanks. You can take the couch if you
don’t want to drive in the storm. Mary is making kidney
pie.”
“Thank you, Mr. Foster, and it was no problem at all finding
your daughter. I really have to get home, my momma will start to
worry, see? She won’t like it one bit,” said Luke.
Grace bit her lip, thinking, “Only Luke could humiliate me
further, the jerk.”
