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fiction.  It speculates on Grace’s romantic relationship with Zach – and for what … because one person kissed her on the cheek?” Andrew spun on his heel, and counted to ten.
    “Listen … they list out where she had been during her weekend, which included a lingerie store.  And you think that will implicate problems for her?”
    Lilah opened her mouth to speak, but was pre-empted once more.
    “You’re borrowing trouble … and as far as the mystery woman, the one you call a social zero … classy Lilah … real classy.  They think it may be her personal shopper.  Trust me – it’s nothing newsworthy or worth getting your blood pressure up.” 
    Andrew stood back up thoroughly disappointed in Lilah, and his tone told her so. 
    “I only wanted to warn you incase it came up because I knew there’d be hell to pay if you were caught off guard.  Heaven forbid if the great and almighty Lilah Aundine didn’t know exactly what her family was up to at all times.”
    With that he turned to leave, wishing he’d kept the news to himself.  When would he learn that she was nothing more than a control freak, and any heart he thought she still had died a long time ago?
    Lilah watched her husband’s back; aching to tell him he was wrong about her.  She knew what he was thinking, but couldn’t bring herself to call out to him.  That would mean showing more of her than she was prepared for.  No, she let him go and wished he could only understand her for what she really was … alone.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
     
    Grace stared down toward her feet, as she sat in church with her grandparents.  She set her new shoes on a kneeling pew down below, until she heard a noise of disapproval.  She looked to her grandmother who gave her a stern look.  She promptly put her feet back on the ground and sighed.
    She got in late last night from her short trip with Mercy, but knew she’d still be expected to make church today.
    Her eyes wandered the room, taking in all the brightly lit stained glass, and then trialed up the massive pipes of the organ, which sat her right.  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a small child in her best Sunday dress, circling her feet around. 
    Grace smiled.  She reminded her of herself at that age, struggling to stay awake.  Grace hid her giggle from her grandmother, and struggled to sit a bit more still to pay attention. 
    By design, she sat closest to the aisle, in order to have faster access to leave.  It’s not that the sermon bored her … well, maybe it did a little.
    As a child, she used to be enthralled with the high ceilings and glorious sermons.  They were so very different than what she’d been used to at smaller churches, which she would attend with her sister and parents.  Her grandparent’s church, however, was so grand, that it was almost like attending a show.
    Her sister used to complain about being dragged each Sunday, as it was so different than what they were used to. Anne would complain that it was time for grandma’s high-church experience, as she begrudgingly donned her required Sunday best.
    Grace would giggle along with her sister as they dressed, while defending her grandmother in her own mind.  She knew it wouldn’t do any good to defend grandmother to Anne anymore.  Her sister was determined not to like Lilah.
    However the older Grace got, she realized that Anne wasn’t too far off.  Going to church with her grandmother was more about the experience of being seen … like a show, versus attending to benefit from the value of the sermon.  And now, as she looked around her, she noticed the familiar faces tuned into the Priest, but also recognized that her grandmother’s head was held a little too high. 
    Although she didn’t remember many details of life with her parents, she did remember a few smaller churches they attended from place to place.  And there, she could easily