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Chapter 8
Love, FAITH, and Perseverance. - Ginny Durr from Covington, Louisiana
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Peyton stood at thedoor to the mansion on Friday night, hoping she wouldn’t leave in a huff tonight as she had the last two times she’d been here.
Determined in her heart that nothing he would do would drive her away, that she wouldn’t get angry, that she would do what her son suggested, which was love this difficult and obnoxious man to the best of her ability, like Jesus did.
Nothing like giving her a huge challenge, she thought as she knocked for the second time.
No sounds from within the house.
He probably was making it clear that he didn’t want her there. She hadn’t given him a chance to decline her offer, so maybe he just wasn’t going to answer the door.
She hardly believed that though, because the guy didn’t seem to shy away from a confrontation.
If he wasn’t happy with her, didn’t want her there, she didn’t think he’d sit inside his house cowering and hoping she’d leave.
On that thought, she worried that something might be wrong.
The last time she’d been there, she vaguely remembered that there was another car over on the other side of the house, more toward what she thought would be the kitchen.
Maybe that was the door he normally used, and he had company. Or maybe it was his car. Or maybe his car was parked around back.
She couldn’t tell. There was also a garage. It could be there.
Maybe he wasn’t home at all.
She knocked again, her nerves making her hands shake and her stomach twist like a leaf blowing in the wind.
He could have fallen. Or he could be sick. Or had some kind of stroke or heart attack. Although, while she couldn’t determine his exact age, of course, he didn’t seem like he was much out of his thirties if at all.
Wasn’t that a little young?
Still, stranger things had happened. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, ready to text Charlene to see if she’d heard anything.
Normally, she wouldn’t have thought of such a thing, but for some reason, as she held her phone in her hand, her eyes fell on the doorknob.
Why not give that a try?
The thought had no sooner gone through her head than she held her hand out and twisted. It was unlocked.
