Ruth
dove to the center of town and stopped in front of the grocery store. Getting
out of the car she walked inside. The bell above the door chimed as she opened
it, announcing her presence. She joined the small queue at the counter and
waited her turn to be served.
“Good
afternoon,” she said, smiling when it got to her turn.
The
woman behind the counter smiled back at Ruth. She was in her fifties and her
brown hair was almost completely gray. She was small in stature but there was a
sparkle in her eyes. “And good afternoon to you too. And what would you be
ordering today?”
“I
was thinking of doing some baking for my husband and my daughter,” Ruth
answered. “I would like some flour, eggs and some other stuff.” She handed over
a list of the things she wanted with the required quantities.
The
other woman went about gathering the things that were on Ruth’s list. “You’re
new around here aren't you?” she asked, turning her head to look at Ruth.
“Yes,”
Ruth said, smiling back.
“Let
me guess, you’re not from around these parts,” the woman said as she continued
searching for the required items.
“No
I’m not. My husband, Greg and Jessie our daughter and I came from Boston, although
we are originally from Vermont. My name is Ruth. Ruth Myskill.”
“Pauline.
Pauline Foster. So what are city people like you looking for around these
parts?”
“My
husband Greg got a job here, so we all followed. Hopefully we will be here for
a long time.”
“Really?”
the woman said turning to look at Ruth with a quizzical frown on her face.
“What job is that? I didn't know there was an opening at the high school.”
“It’s
not at the high school,” Ruth answered smiling. “My husband is the new pastor
at the New Earth Evangelical Church. That is, he is going to be the pastor when
Bill Wilkinson retires.”
Suddenly
the other woman’s back seemed to stiffen and her movements slower. “The new
pastor? I thought Bill was going to continue?”
“Well,
you know he’s going to be 75 soon and he has to retire,” Ruth said slowly. She
watched as the other woman turned around and moved to the computer to ring up
the purchases. The smile had disappeared from the other woman’s face and she
had a not-too-pleased look on her face.
“So
the church board are still thinking of kicking him out from his church,”
Pauline said bitterly punching the computer keys in anger. “We thought they had
forgotten about all that nonsense.”
“No
one is kicking him out,” Ruth replied mesmerized by the woman’s hands and the
anger that moved them.
“And
I say that it’s not fair for them to be kicking him out just like that,” the
other woman replied in anger. “After all that he has done for the church and
the town.”
This
time Ruth was silent, not knowing what to say. The other woman was definitely
aggrieved with the church board and she didn't want her to find another target
in Greg or herself.
“It’s
just disgraceful,” Pauline said as she began to pack the items in paper bags.
“Disgraceful I say. What do they want him to do when they chase him out? Where
is he supposed to go? That will be twenty five dollars fifty cents.”
Ruth
brought out her wallet to get money to pay for the groceries now wishing she
hadn't come to the shop or introduced herself. It seemed her simple plan of
getting to know the people hadn't been so simple after all. She collected her
change from Pauline, mumbled a quick thank you and made a quick exit out of the
door.
Ruth
walked back outside, feeling slightly relieved that she had made it safely out
of the grocery store. She walked with the bags to the car and put them in the
back. She got into the car but she didn't start the engine, thinking about the
little episode in the grocery store. If she’d had slight misgivings before, now
she was very worried. If Pauline’s view was representative of the people who
attended New Earth Evangelical Church, it seemed that they didn't want Bill
Wilkinson to leave. So where did that
leave Greg?
Driving
slowly through the center of town, she noticed a coffee shop. She parked in
front and got out. She wanted to think and she didn't think she would be able
to that at home. Jessie would soon be back and she would get caught up house
work again. She needed time alone to herself to think about the situation her
family had found themselves in. She walked into the coffee shop and sat at one
of the tables, looking round as she waited for someone to come and take her
order.
There
were few customers there at that hour. Quite a few of the people seated there
were in military uniforms. Some were with female companions, some were alone.
Ruth remembered that Greg had told her that Fort Rucker the home of Army Aviation
was close by and that one of the entrances to the army base was just on the
outskirts of the town. Apart from the military types, there were a few other
men in the room, taking their time over their coffee. They didn’t look like
there was anything they were in a hurry to get to. They didn't seem to have a
care in the world.
“May
I take your order?”
Ruth
jumped, startled by the voice. She turned in the direction it had come from and
the sight of a protruding stomach covered by a red check apron filled her
vision. She looked up at the owner of the protruding stomach. The woman looked
to be in her late twenties with a mass of brown hair that hung limply from her
face. Beads of sweat ran down her face. Whether it was from the hot kitchen or
from the strain of carrying the weight in her tummy, Ruth didn't know. It was probably a combination of both, she
guessed.
Smiling
to win the trust of a stranger for the second time that day, Ruth said, “Good
afternoon. Do you have coffee? Preferably decaf.”
“Sure
we do.”
“Then
can I get a cup of coffee?”
“Sure
you can,” the other woman replied, smiling back as she scribbled with her
pencil in the notepad she held in her hand. “One cup of decaf coffee coming up.
Will that be all or will you be having anything with it? We have pecan pie and
muffins if you want.”
“I’ll
take the pecan pie,” Ruth replied.
“Okay,”
the other woman said as she walked away.
As
soon as the waitress went away to fulfill her order, Ruth became lost in her
thoughts and they were not pleasant ones. It seemed Greg was already facing an
uphill battle winning over his parishioners without them getting to know him or
his doctrine first. And it was all because they seemed to be attached to their
current pastor who was supposed to retire but who himself seemed too attached
to the position. All of which didn't bode well for Greg.
She
was deep in thought about how everything was going to work out when the
waitress arrived with her coffee. She however didn't notice the other woman
until she placed the cup of coffee and the plate with the pie in front of her.
Snapping out of her somber thoughts, she looked at the food set before. Now, it
seemed she didn't have the appetite for the pie. “Thank you,” she said.
The
waitress nodded in response. “You seemed pretty much lost in thought.”
Ruth
sighed. “I have a lot of things on my mind. There’s a situation and I don’t see
how it can be resolved without someone getting hurt.”
“That’s
bad. You wanna talk about it?”
“I
really don’t know,” Ruth said undecided. She didn't think it was right to
unload all her troubles on a total stranger. Besides, for all she knew, the
woman was one of the people in support of Bill Wilkinson.
“If
what you’re worried about is that I’m going to blab about it, all I can say is
that you don’t know me. I know quite a lot of people who talk about me behind
my back. I don’t like it so I don’t do it to others,” the waitress said firmly
as she settled in the seat opposite to Ruth.
Ruth
felt reassured. “The thing is that it has to do with Bill Wilkinson.”
“Bill
Wilkinson,” the other woman repeated woodenly, stiffening perceptibly. Her
hands clenched and unclenched themselves involuntarily on the table. Ruth
however noticed none of this. She was lost in her thoughts.
“The
thing is that Bill Wilkinson is supposed to retire as the pastor of the New
Earth Evangelical Church in like six months time. The church board has chosen
my husband to replace him and the thing is .....”
“I
see,” the other woman said as she stood up abruptly from the chair. Her
movements were awkward because of the size of her stomach but she managed it.
“I see. So your husband is replacing Bill Wilkinson. So, is he going to come
here himself to do his dirty work himself unlike Bill or is that why you’re
here? To do it for him?” By now her voice had risen and several other people in
the room had risen as well. Everyone was staring at them.
To
say that Ruth was embarrassed was an understatement. She stood up as well,
reaching out to the other woman, trying to pacify her. “I really don’t know
what you mean. I was just trying to say ...”
“You
don’t have to say anything,” the other woman said bitterly. “Bill and Ida have
said everything that could be said. I don’t go where I’m not wanted and Bill
and Ida have made it crystal clear I’m not wanted at their church. Unless you've
come to repeat what they've already said. Don’t worry, neither I nor my
“bastard” will ever darken the door of your church,” she said with feeling. Her
hands were clasped in front of her belly as if to protect her unborn child from
Ruth.
Ruth
recoiled as if she had been slapped. The word shocked her and made her stomach
roll. She couldn't understand what the other woman had just said. Had Bill and
his wife really used that word about her unborn child? While she had assumed
that the other woman was married, she wasn't one to condemn some other person
like that.
“Wait,
you don’t understand. It’s not like that,” she said trying to explain. “It’s not
what you think.”
“Lady,
I think it’s time you left.”
Ruth
turned to see one of the military types coming towards them. He stopped for a
moment to put his arms around the waitress. “Are you alright Bee?” he asked.
She couldn't get the words out to answer him because she seemed to be on the
verge of hyperventilating. He turned to look at Ruth with menace in his eyes.
“I thought I told you to get out?”
Ruth
wanted to stand her ground but she could see there was no use attempting to
speak reasonably with anyone. Everyone in the coffee shop was looking at her
with venom in their eyes.
“I’m
so sorry,” she said as she began to pack her things from the table. “I’m really
very sorry. I didn't mean .....”
“Get
out,” the man snarled as he held the waitress he had referred to as Bee in his
arms, offering her comfort. “Get out and don’t come back.
With
one last apologetic look in the woman’s direction, Ruth walked out of the
coffee shop.
