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let alone be in it, but Kelly and her younger daughters deliberately ignored Zoey’s pessimism and included the seventeen-year-old when they could.
    Kelly clung to the slight change she’d noticed in Zoey after the night a few weeks before when Harold brought Zoey home for dinner. She never got a complete answer from Harold or Zoey about what happened that night, but she and Harold had gone to get Zoey’s car at a gas station. Normally, Kelly would have demanded Zoey tell her what was going on, but something had changed in her daughter. It was small, almost unnoticeable, but it was enough that Kelly knew the Holy Spirit was instructing her to trust Harold.
    She glanced at the pictures again. Two of them Brittany and Candy simply loved. The third dress her two younger girls didn’t like, but it was the one Kelly knew Zoey would be most willing to wear. All of the dresses were practical, ones the girls could wear to church or to an occasion that called to be more dressed up. One of the dresses that Candy liked seemed just a bit old for her. It was appropriate for Brittany and Zoey, but …
    Kelly cupped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my, why didn’t I think of this before?” Favoring the right side, Kelly leaned back in her chair. “They’re all in the same family of the deep emerald I’m using as my primary wedding color.” She shook her head and laughed out loud. “And, they’d never be willing to wear the same dress after the wedding. I’ll just have each girl wear a different dress all in the same color.”
    Still chuckling, Kelly turned toward her computer and booted it up. The students would be coming down the hall in five minutes or less. She clicked her e-mail to skim as many as she could before then.
To think I’ve been stressing over that for several days
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    She took a sip of her coffee, allowing the heavenly scent of hazelnut to wrap around her. It wasn’t until after she started teaching seven years before that Kelly fell in love with the warm, caffeine-laden drink. Now, she couldn’t start the day without it.
    The first e-mail was from Harold. A smile bowed her lips. Each morning her man sent her an “I love you, and have a good day” e-mail. As she did every day, Kelly responded with the same message.
    Before she could check any other messages, her students started to filter into the room. Extraordinarily tall and thin Logan Huff made his way through the door first, as he did every morning. “Hey, Ms. C.”
    “Hi, Logan. How has your morning been?”
    “Good.”
    Logan made his way toward Kelly’s desk. Most of the students congregated in the hall, spending every second they could with their friends before they were stuck in the classroom for over an hour. Not Logan. Instead, he spent his last few minutes talking with Kelly.
    “I really enjoyed the reading last night,” Logan went on. He pulled out a paper, and Kelly noticed Zoey walk in, place her books on her desk, and look toward Kelly and Logan. The boy continued, “I even made a few notes for our class discussion.”
    Zoey rolled her eyes then made a gagging motion. Kelly suppressed a smile. Zoey’s action didn’t contain the hatred it once had; it was done more in jest. Plus, Kelly loved to see that each day Zoey’s makeup became a bit lighter and she wore a few actual colors of clothing on occasion.
    The bell rang, and Kelly stood and walked around her desk. “I look forward to your comments, Logan. Now, go ahead and take your seat.” She walked to the front of the room as the students made their way to their desks. “Good morning, everyone. Get out your warm-up sheets.”

    Harold slid the keys out of the ignition, opened the truck door, and slipped out. Excitement coursed through him as he made his way up the sidewalk toward Kelly’s door. He’d been planning this Saturday excursion since before school started. Between starting back to school, the girls, and the wedding, Kelly had been stretched to the max.
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