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Just like Maggie. She hated to waste food. Levi had told her that very thing the last time she got sick eating some fishcake that smelled. If the dish looked or smelled suspicious, she shouldn’t have eaten it. If she wanted fresher seafood, she should move to the coast somewhere, rather than eat at restaurants where the fresh catch was flown in.
How many times do I have to tell her?
Levi shook his head. The first course was being served, so Levi assumed the pastor had said a blessing over the food while he had been outside in the hallway trying to contact Maggie.
He stared at the salad, and decided he couldn’t sit here and eat dinner while Maggie was probably at home with a stomach ache or worse.
He left his seat and swiped his phone, checking Google Maps for the nearest open pharmacy or grocery store so he could pick up some medicine for his poor friend.
Levi arrived at Maggie’s house near Midtown Village, but no one answered the doorbell. It was 8:17 p.m. and he had arrived later than expected. After his stop at the pharmacy aisle in the Publix grocery store, he went home to get the spare house key that Maggie had let him keep. His house was a good twenty minutes away from Maggie’s.
Still, he had brought with him a box of over-the-counter anti-diarrheal medication and a dozen bottles of Gatorade, just in case.
In his mind, he tried to figure out which twenty-four-hour urgent care center to take Maggie to if it was something worse than eating bad food.
To begin with, he wasn’t sure what had happened to her.
Once again, he felt himself overthinking this.
He asked God to forgive him and correct his thinking. “Capture my thoughts, Lord.”
He rang the doorbell again.
No answer.
He started to panic a little. If he used the spare key, would Maggie accuse him of breaking and entering? Well, why would she? After all, she was the one who had given him the spare key.
For emergency situations.
Like this one?
She could be dead inside. My best friend!
Levi unlocked the door and rushed into the house?—
And nearly collided with a stack of giant moving boxes by the door.
Boxes, boxes everywhere.
Not just any boxes, but moving boxes.
“What in the world?” He made his way through the maze of boxes until he found the living room.
Maggie was asleep on the couch in her flannel pajamas. A blanket was half on her and half on the floor.
Before Levi could check if Maggie was alive, she turned and continued sleeping, her hair all askew on the pillow.
She had beautiful brown hair but that wasn’t the point now.
Maggie was alive.
“Thank You, Jesus.”
Levi put the bag of OTC medicine and Gatorade bottles on the scratched-up coffee table.
Then he took off his sport coat, sat on the recliner on the other side of the coffee table, kicked off his shoes, and checkedhis phone. He wasn’t sure how long he was at it before the recliner felt too comfortable and he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
Chapter Six
