Chapter 1: First Impressions
Weary and slightly ill, May was escorted by friendly smiles pushing luggage filled wheelbarrows, to house number ten. It was there she was greeted with a cordial embrace by her petite roommate, McCain. The light reflected off the stark white walls onto McCain’s dark brown, curly hair that covered her shoulders and perfectly contrasted her fair complexion and bottomless blue eyes. In less of a whisper and more of an inner groan, May asked the Father to protect her from jealousy. She recognized He had given her “the pretty” roommate and she knew the ugliness of her own heart was always brought to the front when she was around pretty people. This wrinkled heart failing, she hoped, one day would be ironed out completely. Among their first conversations she found McCain wore her genuine beauty deep inside. This internal beauty, more exquisite and honest than physical beauty, was found true and unfading, a gift opened when a child decides devotedness to the Father. A whisper had been answered and the Father had provided for her a faithful sister for the journey.