Page 73 of Share with Me

“Is that not logical?” Ivan pressed.

Slowly, Brinley nodded. “I guess it is. In my mind, I see what you mean. In my heart, I don’t feel it.”

“Brin, salvation is not byfeel. It’s byfaithin God.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“And I’ll think about what you said too.” Ivan let her go. “Now how about I wash these silverware and you dry them?”

“Sounds good. Where’s a clean dish towel?”

“In that drawer over there.”

Brinley opened the drawer at the island. The dish towels were clean but frayed at the edges. When she tried to close the drawer, it caught. It looked like the drawer slides were grimy and some parts had worn out. She couldn’t get the drawer back in place.

“Let me get that.” Ivan stepped in and jiggled the drawer. He slammed it shut. “Nothing sheer force can’t fix.”

“Uh-huh. Maybe I’ll get you a can of WD-40 for Christmas.”

“That would be a nice domestic gift.” Ivan laughed.

Brinley blinked.Domestic?

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