The Mocha Mermaid. A Christmas Gift From Me To You. Enjoy!

The Mocha Mermaid

A Novella

By Alison Lawrence

Copyright

Copyright owner: Alison Lawrence. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be copied or downloaded by any means. "The Mocha Mermaid" is a work of fiction. All characters are fictitious and no similarity to people dead or living is intended.

Date of publication:

2023

Dedication

To my mother, Averil Foxcroft, who always cheered me on.

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Chapter One

Connie

The sky above the ocean was a dreary and threatening gray, but Connie Lavender was her usual cheerful self. She walked along with a spring in her step as she made her way to her sea-side coffee shop. Once inside, she turned the lights on and drew back the cheerful red curtains. First things first, she thought, as she put grounds in the coffee machine. Homemade chocolate cake was going to be on the menu today, and she planned to make it after the breakfast rush.

"Morning Fern,"she said, as the young waitress entered the shop. "You're just in time for some mocha java."

"Thanks Connie. What a dismal day." On Connie's insistence, staff and customers were only allowed to use her first name. Given Connie's sunny disposition, they were happy to oblige.

"Have a muffin too, Fern." Connie placed the coffee and blueberry muffins on a small table. "Come sit for a minute. We've got time. Tell me, how are things going with your studies?"

Fern relaxed into the chair and warmed her hands on the cup."OK, I guess. I have no clue why I chose history though."

"So you could become a teacher?"

"Oh, yes." Fern smiled, "I guess I'll just have to put up with it then."

"I'll be praying for you."

"Thanks Connie. I feel better knowing that you do." Fern rose to take their plates and cups to the kitchen. She meant what she'd said. Fern recognized something special about Connie. At fifty- two, most of the red in Connie's hair came out of a bottle, but her green eyes sparkled with a youthful joy that came from somewhere deep inside. Quite often, Fern found herself wondering where Connie's joy came from. Connie would have gladly told her if she'd asked. She would have simply stated that her joy came from the Lord. He lived in her heart and walked beside her each day. She'd walked through the valley of the shadow with her husband Max, yet her joy and peace had never been deeper. It had been a long journey with many detours along the way, but Connie felt as though she had finally reached the harbour she'd been seeking her whole life.

***

Hudson

Hudson entered the Mocha Mermaid at eight: his usual time, more or less, and took a seat at the window. The place was busy, but he knew Fern would bring a cappuccino to him as soon as she got a gap. Connie waved at him cheerfully from the kitchen: breakfast was in full swing. In all honesty, he couldn't get enough of the Mermaid, as he fondly referred to it. Connie's coffee and cake was the best in the seaside town, at least in his humble opinion. Then, there was the ever-changing seascape view, and of course, the owner, Connie Lavender. A friendlier, more bubbly hostess would be hard to find. Hudson was convinced that Connie's personality was largely the reason for the coffee shop's success.

"Here we go, Mr Edwards. One cappuccino, as ordered." Said Fern. "Anything else?"

"Not yet. But I'm planning to come back later. Word has it there's chocolate cake on the menu today," Hudson smiled ruefully. "And that's one thing this bachelor can't make."

"I'll be sure to keep you a slice if it gets busy later." Fern promised. Hudson Edwards was one of her favourite regulars. 

Hudson gazed out the window while he sipped the rich drink. The view gave him welcome inspiration for his paintings. He was living his dream, having left his office job behind. He lived simply, and his painting sales and savings provided adequately for his needs. He was in his mid-fifties and had never married. Before becoming a Christian, he'd had several quite serious relationships, none involving proposals. He deeply regretted his past, and he'd resolved with God's help to never repeat his mistakes. But today was a new day. A day to breathe, and pray. A day to thank God and to paint. To enjoy the people around him. And the wonderful coffee.

"You look like you're a universe away, Hudson. Penny for your thoughts, as the old saying goes?" Connie seated herself gracefully in the chair opposite his. "The breakfast rush is over, so I'm going to rest these tired old feet for a few minutes." Fern came to their table, and Connie instructed her to bring two cappuccinos. 

Hudson smiled at Connie sympathetically. "I'll tell you my thoughts if it will make you sit awhile. I warn you, though, they're not too interesting."

"My ears are all yours. Tell away." Connie's green eyes sparkled. She loved chatting with her customers. It was the part of her job she enjoyed most besides baking.

"Oh, well, I was just sitting here counting my blessings and memorizing the colours in the water and the sky to take home with me."

Connie leaned forward, interested."So you don't work from photographs? Or set your easel up on the beach?"

Hudson shook his head, and the silver streaks in his hair glinted. "Nope. I paint from memory and I use my imagination. I tuck things away in my brain for when I'm painting. I think it's more fun and creative that way."

"Amazing."Connie whistled appreciatively. "I don't know much about art, but it does sound like the better way of doing things."

Hudson chuckled. He was enjoying Connie's enthusiasm. "I like to think so. But of course, art is very personal. There's no wrong or right way of doing it. At least to my mind. And it needs to be enjoyable, not a chore."

"I wish I could paint," said Connie wistfully, "but I never learned to draw."

"I could teach you," Hudson offered earnestly, "anyone can paint. Isn't that what Bob Ross used to say?"

They both laughed, remembering the famous T.V artist.

"That's so kind, Hudson. I might just take you up on that. But right now, I'd better head back to my baking."

"I've heard rumours that the best chocolate cake in town is being made today. And a certain young lady said she'd keep some for me." 

"The rumours are true, and we'll be sure to do that," Connie laughed.

They both rose from the table. Hudson insisted on carrying their cups to the counter, then he paid for his coffee and bid everyone au revoir. 

He walked home along the promenade, breathing deeply of the salty air. His heart felt light and his hands were itching to get his thoughts and feelings onto canvas.

***

Fern

Later that same day, Fern walked quickly along the shady pathway towards the cafeteria. All three of her lectures for the day had been in the afternoon. She'd headed straight to the campus after work and now, with study temporarily out of the way, she was going to meet up with Asher. Asher was her best friend, and the sweetest guy on campus. Her long, dark braid swung as she walked, and a couple of guys turned to look at her as she passed. She didn't look back at them though. She was determined to get her teaching degree and make her mom proud. She simply did not have time for a boyfriend. 

Asher Gray was sitting with some of his engineering buddies when she arrived. They quickly made room for Fern. She greeted everyone, including a couple of girls who were studying business economics, then smiled at Asher who smiled back sweetly. "So how are things at home?" Asked Asher, "is your mom any better?" 

Fern shook her head and sighed. "Nope. Same old. She's taking her medication, but nothing seems to help her depression. She's never been the same since Dad left." Fern appreciated that about Asher. He always remembered to ask how things were going and was genuinely concerned for her. He pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"I wish you had some help, Fern. I'm worried about you. You really have too much on your shoulders."

"Thanks for caring Ash. Maybe she'll come round soon. At least she still manages to do the housework, and Dad sends money." Fern knew that the money would never help heal Mom's broken heart, but at least it helped pay the rent and put food on the table. "Don't worry, Ash. I'll be OK. And I've got you," she smiled at her red-headed friend. So tell me, has your Dad been easier on you?" Fern knew that Asher had his own problem: a controlling, demanding father with very high expectations. Asher's mother, though, was a lot like her son, and a pleasure to be around.

Asher gave a small laugh and shrugged. "Same as usual. But I'm used to it. I just keep a low profile and keep my nose to the grindstone. And I pray."

"You sound a lot like Connie. She prays about everything. At first it bugged me, but now it feels good knowing Connie also prays for me. And for mom." 

"That's good to know," Asher smiled. "And I'm praying for you too, Fern." He didn't say what he wanted to say right then: that God loved her, and that she needed to let Him into her heart. He didn't want to rush it and scare Fern away. At the same time, he felt God nudging him to share more.

"Are you free for a walk on the beach this Saturday? I'll buy ice cream."

"Ice cream in this weather?" She laughed, "sure. Why not? I haven't been down to the beach in a while."

Asher groaned."Same here. My assignments are coming in thick and fast. Speaking of which, I'm headed for the library now. Coming too?"

Fern shook her head."I need to get back to Mom."

Asher grabbed his rucksack. "See you around Fern. And don't forget our beach break."

'I won't, ' Fern smiled, then waved goodbye to everyone. She walked with a light step towards her old sedan. Her life was by no means easy, but if she'd been like Connie, she would have said that she was blessed with very good friends.

*** 

Connie

It would be a long time, if ever, before Connie became used to living alone. She loved her little house with its deck and sea views, but she missed Max. His presence remained in every corner. Diabetes had finally taken her high school sweetheart from her. Memories stretching from their first date to his last days in the hospice were etched in her heart. Connie cradled a cup of tea and remembered and prayed. Her little black cat Elsie was curled up on her lap. Connie hated the thought of dislodging Elsie when the time came for her to go to work. She stroked the silky fur. Max had often sat with the little cat on his lap. He'd been gone for over five years. Five long years. Connie allowed herself to go back to their school days. Max wasn't as strong as the other boys, and he'd always had to check his insulin levels and inject himself. He was a bookworm like her, and they quickly became friends. He always had sweets in his pockets for emergencies, and a couple extra for Connie. She smiled through fresh tears. You didn't just get over someone as special as Max. Connie forced her mind back to the present. As she prayed, her heart lightened. God was her strength and her joy, and she wanted His will for her life. She was willing to pray about letting someone else into her heart, but if she was meant to stay single for the rest of her days, she'd stay warm with her memories.

***

Layla, one of Connie's part-time waitresses, was waiting when she arrived at the Mocha Mermaid. "You're doing morning shift today, and Fern's in the afternoon?" Connie said as she unlocked. 

"Uh-huh. Fern has a couple of lectures this morning. I've got none today. But I'll be going to the library this afternoon." Layla went to work straightaway to get everything ready for customers. Connie was like a favourite aunt, and everyone wanted to do their best for her. As for Connie, her wait staff were like family to her. She and Max had been unable to have children, but the girls made up for it. Her casuals, Minette and Leo, were also made to feel like part of the family.

"What are we baking today, Connie?" Layla asked. She loved to help in the kitchen, and Connie encouraged her. "Carrot and red velvet. We can never have enough." She laughed. "And neither can I, it seems. My bathroom scale is complaining." 

"Nonsense. You look great, Connie. I think you run all the cake off." Layla, a petite blonde, pulled a face. "Not like me. One slice of cake later, and I look like a ball."

Connie hugged the young woman. "It's my turn to say 'nonsense', Layla. You are just right. Perfectly pretty."

"You're sweet, Connie."

The first regulars began arriving, drawn by the aroma of freshly ground coffee. Henry Beckett took his favourite seat beneath the mosaic of a friendly and colorful mermaid. Connie brought him his espresso with a smile. "Will it be the English breakfast or Continental, Henry?"

"Definitely the English. It's chilly today. And I didn't have time to eat. Had to get the kids ready for school and all of us out the house."

"Poor you." Said Connie, "well, that's why we're here. We'll get you fed Henry." Connie smiled, then went off to fry eggs and bacon. She'd make sure to make Henry's breakfast really nice. Maybe put an extra rasher of bacon on his plate. Her heart went out to Henry, who was a widower. His was a sad story. His wife had passed away from covid. She'd only been in her forties, but an existing heart condition had led to added complications. Now Henry was left behind to care for their two teenage sons on his own. Connie often prayed for him. She wondered whether he had the comfort of a relationship with the Lord or not, and she felt grateful for her own.

"Here we go." Connie announced as she placed the man-sized breakfast on the table. "Enjoy." 

"Why don't you join me Connie? It always feels odd to eat on your own." Henry's gray eyes reflected a shared sadness, and Connie couldn't refuse.

"I'll go get us some coffee. If an order comes in, I'll just pop back to the kitchen." After checking up on Layla and the rest of the customers, Connie made coffee and returned to Henry's table. Grief had obviously aged him, but he was still an attractive man, his blonde hair as yet untouched by age. 

"Just let me know if I can get you more toast or anything else," urged Connie. She wondered whether Henry often skipped breakfast and how he managed in the kitchen.

"Thanks Connie, but this is more than enough. And delicious. It will make up for all the meetings I have today too."

"Glad I could help," Connie smiled and sipped her coffee, "how are your boys doing?"

Henry pushed his plate to one side. "OK on some days. But they miss their mom and they act out quite often. They've had counseling. Denise's passing was so unexpected." Henry looked down at his coffee.

Connie placed her hand on his. "I understand. I'll be keeping you all in my prayers."

Henry nodded. His eyes were damp, but his smile was grateful. "Thank you, Connie. That means a lot."

"It's a pleasure. And you just let me know if you or those boys need feeding." Connie patted his hand once more and returned to the kitchen. Layla had managed the continental breakfasts on her own, but Connie was needed at the grill. She straightened the bandana she wore over her red curls and got to work. While she fried up another batch of bacon, she thought of Henry, and of how much they had in common. Then she sent up a quick prayer that God would bring joy back into his life, and possibly, in time, a mother for his sons.

***

Chapter Two

Hudson

Hudson's cottage was one of the quaintest houses in the town. It was situated not far from Connie's Café, and had a beautiful view. Hudson had made over the unused dining room into a studio. The house was an elderly Victorian and had a deep veranda and wooden floors. Hudson loved to paint in oils; his favourite medium, and today he was putting the finishing touches to a painting that had been requested of the sea and the mountains. He also selected a painting for Connie and the Mocha Mermaid. He wasn't sure if she'd like it, but he decided to offer it to her anyway. It was a kind of thank you present for all the hospitality Connie had given him.He packed it up and walked along the promenade towards the café. The sun was out, along with many wheeling gulls and other seabirds. Hudson never tired of the view. He drank in the sights, focusing on the folds and shadows of the mountains and cliffs.When he painted again, the images, forms and shadows would find their way to his brush.

 "It's perfect." Said Connie. The painting featured a rock and she could just imagine a mermaid sitting on it and brushing her hair. "Thanks Hudson. I'm gonna put it right over here." She found the perfect spot for the painting, then stood back to admire it. "Do you really think I could learn to paint?"

"Sure," said Hudson, "anyone can paint, remember?"

Connie laughed. "But is it true?"

"Only one way to find out. How about I bring some paint, a canvas, and an easel to the Mermaid one afternoon? When it's quiet, that is."

"That's so kind, Hudson. If it's not too much trouble. I'd like that. Painting would give me something to do in the evenings. That's if our friend Bob is right." She laughed. "Now, I'm going to tell Leo to bring you a cappuccino and a nice big slice of cake. I want to say thank you for my gorgeous painting."

It gave Hudson a feeling of contentment to see his painting hanging up at the mermaid; and it made him even happier to think that Connie liked it.

***

Fern

"Mom, I'm leaving for the beach now. Are you going to be OK?" Fern poked her head around her mother's bedroom door. Prisca Martin was lying in bed with the curtains drawn and the TV on. "Mom?" 

"That's fine Fern. You need to get out. Enjoy yourself." She turned back to the screen, but Fern entered the room and sat on the bed. "You need to get out too, Mom." she said gently. "It's not good for you to be home all the time." Prisca smiled faintly and shook her head. "No I don't Fern. And I do get out. I garden, and I go to the shop."

Fern sighed as she studied her mother's face. She was in her fifties and still pretty, although her blue eyes seemed faded. Any sparkle was long gone.

"You go to the corner shop once in a blue moon. I wish you would have coffee at the Mocha Mermaid. You'd love Connie Mom."

"Maybe one day." It was Prisca's standard answer, and Fern knew when to back down. "I'll be back in a couple of hours." Fern kissed her mom on the cheek, then turned to go. If only she would agree to having coffee with Connie. Perhaps that might be another thing for my boss to pray about. Maybe I'll ask. 

The sun was out, and the wind had died down, as Fern set out. She drove to the outskirts of town where the beach was less crowded. People liked to walk their dogs on the long shoreline, but Fern didn't mind. She loved watching the Labradors and Border Collies as they bounded into the waves after sticks and frisbees. She spotted Asher sitting on the hood of his car, staring out to sea. "Hi Ash, you look happy." She greeted him.

"I am. It feels so good to get away from facts and figures for a while. My brain is trying to adjust to the slower tempo. Ice cream first or after?" He asked as he hopped down.

"Let's walk first. Then we can relax on a bench with our ice creams afterwards."

They walked as close to the water as possible, stretching out muscles cramped by sitting at desks. Asher broke into a run, and Fern laughingly followed suit. A black Labrador joined in the fun and they played with him a little, with the owner's permission. Afterwards, they assumed a slower pace and meandered along a little higher up the beach. Fern stooping from time to time to pick up an appealing shell. If only her mom could be there, breathing the fresh sea air and getting some color in her cheeks. She told Asher how she wished her mom would have coffee with Connie. 

"I'm actually thinking of asking Connie to pray about it."

"Well, if I know Connie, she'd be happy to. I'll pray too." Asher placed his hand on Fern's shoulder, his expression earnest. "You know, Fern, you can pray as well."

Fern looked down at her feet. "I'm not sure I believe in God. I wouldn't be able to pray."

"I never used to believe in God either." Asher said, as they began walking slowly back towards the snack shack. 

"Really? You seem like one of those people who has always been a Christian."

Asher laughed good-naturedly and shook his head. "Nope. I was taken to church as a child, but that doesn't make you a Christian. Mom got saved when I was ten. She did her best to lead me to the Lord, but I didn't drink. I was a very stubborn child. Pretty nasty actually." Asher bent to pick up an unusual pebble.

Fern smiled. "I don't believe it. What happened to make you change your ways?"

Asher assumed a pitcher's pose and sent the pebble sailing beyond the first breaker. " I carried on turning my nose up at anything to do with God until I was in high school."

"What happened to make you change your mind?" Fern was genuinely curious. She'd just accepted that her friend was a Christian before, and had left it at that. Asher wasn't pushy or preachy, so she hadn't been bothered by his faith. Now, she wanted to know where he was coming from.

"I was bringing home good grades. You know my Dad. There wasn't another option. But I was leading a double life: working hard at my studies on one hand, but partying and drinking on the other." He paused and looked towards the horizon before continuing, "one night, some buddies and I went to our favourite pub, as usual. We were planning to play some pool, and down a few rounds of beer. And we did. We drove home in the early hours. It was pitch black on the beach road. An owl flew into the windscreen, and Joe lost control of the car. We crashed through the bushes and the car rolled. Joe never made it. He hadn't been wearing his seat belt. Andy, Dean, and myself got hurt pretty bad. Andy worse. He was in front."

"How old were you?"Asked Fern, trying to imagine the terrifying scene. 

"Seventeen."

"But how did the accident make you a believer? Weren't you mad at God? Your friend died."

Asher smiled gently, taking Fern's hand in his. "I was angry. And sad. Joe was my best friend back then. But the accident made me think. I thought about how short life is, and how mine had been nearly cut off. And I thought about what Mom had taught me about Jesus. About how He died for sinners so they could be with Him when they died. Not too long after I got out of hospital, I went to church with Mom. I'd had a lot of time to think on that hospital bed. That Sunday, the pastor explained that you need to repent of your sins and ask Jesus to save you. I did. I became a believer."

Fern saw the sincerity and warmth in Asher's eyes and she felt it as his hand squeezed hers. They walked without saying anything for a while. Fern kept thinking how one awful moment had taken a boy's life and spared another's, and how Asher's life had been quite literally turned upside down as the car had rolled.

"Thanks for sharing." She said, as they sat eating their ice creams in the sun. "I'm really sorry you had to go through something so horrific."

Asher nodded. "Yeah, it was a nightmare. And I'll always miss Joe. But I'm also glad that I had a wake-up call and a second chance. I could have died that day, Fern, but here I am, at the beach. I have Jesus in my heart, and I'll go to heaven when I die." He looked at Fern, his eyes pleading. "I want that for you too Fern. Will you think about it?"

Fern met his gaze, and nodded slowly. "I will Ash. You've given me a lot to think about."

Asher smiled. "I'm glad." They finished their ice creams and made their way back to their cars. As Asher drove home, he prayed for Fern; that God would work in her heart. He had come to realize how much he cared for her. He'd been guarding his heart, and just enjoying their friendship. Now he dared to hope and pray for something more.

***

Connie

Connie made her way to the beach after church that Sunday. She walked along the promenade for a while, before taking the stairway down to the sand. The feel of the gentle sun on her face was heavenly, as she pondered that morning's sermon. The pastor's theme had been the laying down of one's life; the giving over of complete control to the Holy Spirit. She felt her spirit responding to God's Word: how she longed to surrender every corner of her life. She was aware that little corners and habits here and there, were not given over completely to Him. With Max gone, she had a great deal of pondering time, as she called it. Sometimes, her thoughts were melancholy, but today, as she sat in the sunshine, Max felt ever so close, as close as Jesus felt to her. So she thought about the sermon, and watched families enjoying the day. The sun was so pleasant that she closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the moment.

"Connie? Is that you under that hat?" Somebody sat next to her on the bench.

She laughed. "It is, Henry. I have to wear this floppy thing, with all these freckles. Are your boys here too?"

Henry pointed towards the water. "Mateo and Owen are surfing. I don't know how they can bear that cold water, but they're all suited up. I'm just glad to see them having fun."

Connie looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the boys waiting for a wave. The sight warmed her heart.

"I'm sure Denise would be happy to see them enjoying themselves." She wondered whether Henry ever felt as though his wife was close beside him still, the way she felt about Max today. Oh, she knew Max was in Heaven, and not wandering around on the earth like some ghost; but it was a precious feeling, and she wished she could experience it everyday.

Henry smiled, and this time he looked less sad than he had at the café. "I think so too, Connie." He peeked under her hat brim, "have you been here on your own all morning?"

Connie laughed. "No, I got here twenty or so minutes ago. I was at church before that."

"Well, I'm glad to hear you had company. We haven't been going to church since Denise passed away," he admitted, "she was the driving force behind church going. Maybe I should take the boys again. I think Denise would want me too."

Connie was quiet for a moment. She wasn't sure if she should make the suggestion, but she plunged ahead. "Henry, I'm sure you have your own church, but if you ever feel like visiting mine, we'd be very happy."

"Thanks, Connie, we may just do that." They watched the boys surfing for some time, before Connie took her leave. "I'd best go feed that kitty of mine." She chuckled. "She doesn't like being alone." Like the two of us. Henry voiced her thoughts. "Neither do I." He smiled sadly as he stood up. "But today has been a little less lonely, and I've you to thank for that, Connie."

Connie waved her hand and smiled in a comical way. "No, thank you, Henry. I enjoyed chatting with you and watching Mateo and Owen surf. Please tell them from me, I think they'll go far. And bring them to the café for breakfast soon."

"I will. Thank you once more, Connie. See you tomorrow."

They parted ways, Connie to the promenade, and Henry to his spot on the beach. Connie's heart felt glad, as she went home. She'd been brave, and had invited Henry to church. Now, Lord, please make him go.

***

On Monday, Connie got to work early on a batch of brownies. Making the rich dessert made her think of Max and the strict sugar restrictions he'd had to follow his whole life. She reminded herself to whip up both a batch of sugar free treats, and one for her gluten intolerant customers. Connie and Max had run the coffee shop together for many years. Diabetic treats were an institution at the Mocha Mermaid. Aside from working with Connie at the coffee shop, Max had also been a poet. Connie treasured the two volumes of poems which he had published. Connie smiled tenderly as she remembered how Max would often disappear into his own world, sometimes for several hours. It had caused some friction between them. They had managed to work things out though: Max had become more thoughtful of her need for company, and she had made an effort to be supportive. Reading Max's beautiful poems, some inspired by his love for her, had helped Connie to be more understanding.

"You're bright and early," said Fern as she arrived for the breakfast shift, "it smells wonderful. Chocolate cake?"

Connie smiled. "Nope. Brownies. How was your weekend?"

Fern placed her bag behind the counter and joined Connie in the kitchen. "It was good. Asher and I went to the beach. That reminds me," she added shyly, "would you pray that my mom would come and have coffee here? I'm worried about her, Connie. She never gets out."

"Of course I'll pray, Fern. I'd love to meet your mom." She gave Fern a hug before turning to check the brownies in the oven. How lovely it would be if Fern's mom would become one of our regulars. I'll definitely pray about how to go about it.

"Fern, did I mention that my best friend Joella is moving back to town this Wednesday?"

Fern nodded. "You did, Connie. What's she like?" She asked as she readied the coffee maker.

"Well, talking about your mom made me think of her. Her husband walked out on her. She's been through a very rough year, but with God's help, she's finding her feet again. She's found a job here in town. Wouldn't it be great if your mom and Joella became friends?"

"Sure would. If only she would leave the house more." Fern paused. "Connie, do you think God, that is, if He's real, answers prayers? Asher thinks so." She told Connie a little about how Asher had become a believer, and how he was praying for her mom too.

"For sure I do, honey." Connie crossed the room and stood by Fern, sympathy etched on her face. "God answers prayer in many different ways. Just you wait and see. Have you thought about praying to God, asking Him to help you believe He's real? It's a good place to start."

"No, not yet. But I might." Fern said softly.

"I did that myself, many moons ago, as a young woman. I didn't believe in anything back then, but I needed answers. I was terrified of dying, so I asked God to help me know if He is real. I had no one else to ask." Connie smiled as she remembered.

"And He answered? Asked Fern, curiously. She was filling the sugar containers.

"He did. Through various means: people, books, meetings. Sometimes, through nature, the stars in the night sky. And through my dear Max, who had already become a Christian."

Fern couldn't help thinking of Asher, and how he'd begun answering some of her own questions.

"I've sure got a lot to think about." She sighed. Connie nodded as she arranged brownies on the cooling racks. "You do, Fern. But that's a good thing. A very good thing." 

***

Chapter Three

Hudson

It was four o'clock on Tuesday when Hudson drove to the Mermaid to start Connie off on her painting adventure. He preferred to walk, but he needed to transport an easel, a couple of canvasses and a toolbox filled with supplies. He smiled as he remembered the sparkle in Connie's eyes and the way she'd clapped her hands when they'd made arrangements for today. She was steadily stealing his heart, and he wondered whether he might have any chance of winning hers. He wouldn't rush in like a schoolboy though. Connie was a delightful friend, and he didn't want to spoil what they had. Besides, Connie might still be grieving Max. From what Hudson knew, they'd had a special type of love. The kind he himself had never known. He'd been in love once, with Della, but he'd never offered her a ring, and without commitment the relationship had come to a sad end. 

He parked alongside the Mermaid and shook his head to clear it. He was going to have a fun evening with Connie. That was it. Don't mess it up, dimbulb.

The café was nearly empty when Hudson entered. He put his supplies in a corner, and took a seat. Layla greeted him, and he asked for his usual. 

"Connie can't wait to try painting out," said Layla, "she's been looking forward to it all day."

Hudson chuckled, pleased. "And you, Layla, do you draw or paint?"

"I draw a little. And I've tried charcoal. I haven't done any painting though. Who knows? Maybe Connie will inspire me to try."

"Well, if you decide to, I'd be happy to help." Hudson offered.

"Thanks, Hudson. I'll remember. Now I'd better start clearing up so you and Connie can get started." Connie was in the kitchen, so Hudson drank his cappuccino in a leisurely fashion. He was looking forward to a less solitary evening. When the last customers had paid their bills, Hudson set the easel up near one of the front windows. There was still some natural light to take advantage of.

"This looks very professional." Said Connie. She gestured to the array of paints and the palette. "And rather intimidating."

"You'll get the hang of it soon."Hudson smiled as he retrieved a bottle of turpentine from the toolbox. "Should we begin?"

"Not yet. I've been putting supper together for the two of us. I think I'll paint better once I've eaten. How does chicken cordon Bleu, Greek salad and garlic bread sound?"

"Delightfully cosmopolitan." Hudson laughed.

Connie led Hudson to a table which had been set and held glasses and a bottle of grape juice. Layla happily served them, and wished them happy painting before departing.

"This is a lovely surprise, Connie. To be honest, I hadn't given dinner a thought. Now you know how scatter-brained I can be." Hudson chuckled.

"It's an artistic thing. Max was the same. He'd get completely lost in his writing and forget about eating until I'd bring him something." She smiled, remembering. "As for me, food is the first thing I think of."

"That's a good thing. You're a wonderful cook Connie. I'm sure Max must have appreciated every bite."

"Thanks Hudson. It's taken a lot of practice. Max was a diabetic, you know. I think that helped me to be more creative, especially with my baking." She passed the salad to Hudson along with some dressing.

"I think you and Max would have got on great."

"I'm sorry I never met him." Said Hudson sincerely.

"I'm sorry too." Said Connie sadly. "But I think he would be pleased to see me taking up painting; doing something creative."

Once they'd finished eating, Hudson insisted on helping to clean up, so Connie allowed him to rinse the dishes and place them in the dishwasher. The natural light was gone now, but fortunately, the Mermaid had good lighting.

"Well, where do I start?" Laughed Connie, "I haven't a clue, so I'm going to need step by step instructions."

"That's why I'm here. I'll just put on my Bob Ross voice, and we'll begin." He teased.

"That should help. I love that man's voice."

"I've primed the canvas already. How about we try a simple landscape? I'll mix up some blue for you, and you can try laying it down. As you're doing that, think about what you'd like to put in your painting." Hudson took a large brush, and demonstrated only a little before handing it to Connie. She caught on quite quickly, and before long, a blue wash covered the canvas. Hudson explained that the top part would serve as sky, and she could add in clouds if she liked.

"I'm thinking, I'd like to paint a mountain and some fields. Yes. And a fluffy cloud or two. A peaceful country scene."

"Great." Said Hudson. He helped her to decide where everything should go, then helped her to create the mountain with a palette knife. The clouds were a bit tricky, but with a little guidance from Hudson, cotton wool clouds appeared above the mountain. Connie thought back to countryside drives she had taken, and asked Hudson to bring some canola fields to life in the foreground. Hudson showed her how to use the brush and palette knife to give an appearance of large bushes and showed her how to use darker colors to great effect.

They stood back to admire the joint effort.

"I actually like it, " said Connie, "I couldn't have done it without you, Hudson. And to think we did that in just two hours. Unbelievable."

"You did most of it Connie. I just helped," said Hudson, pleased, "and, you can carry on with it tomorrow if you like. There's no rush."

"I'll go make us some coffee." Said Connie, not wanting the evening to end. Hudson had been so kind and patient. She couldn't believe she'd actually painted something halfway decent. She voiced her incredulity to Hudson as they sat sipping their drinks, but he waved her doubts away. "I've taught quite a few people over the years, Connie. I can tell that you've got a natural feel for it, and a good eye for color. Just relax and enjoy the process."

Connie thanked him, then took another look at her painting. "Hudson, what would you think of having a little class here once a week? Perhaps a few of my customers may be interested."

Hudson nodded, thoughtfully. "Why not? Once a week is do-able. We could have it at the same time we had it today."

"Are you sure? I'd love it if we could. I still have so much to learn."

Hudson's eyes twinkled at Connie's pretty green ones. "It would be a pleasure."

***

Joella

That Friday, two days after her move, Joella Ellis gladly left the task of unpacking to visit with her friend Connie at the Mocha Mermaid. Her daughter Willow, a tenth grader, had gone off for her first day at her new school. Joella prayed again for Willow as she changed out of her old track-suit into jeans and a purple sweater. Lord, please help her. Heal her hurting heart, and help her to make good friends. She recognized that the healing process would be harder for Willow. She'd always been especially close to her father, and felt deeply betrayed. Joella, on the other hand, understood all too clearly why Jason had left: he couldn't handle the new Joella. The woman who had been transformed when she gave her life to Jesus. 

***

The sights and sounds along the promenade transported Joella back to her childhood. She remembered countless trips to the beach with Connie: two little girls, giggling and decorating their sandcastles with shells, and eating ice cream. She'd thanked the Lord for Connie many times over the last couple of days: her sweet friend had assisted them in so many ways. She'd helped them settle in, brought several meals over, and had even introduced them to the school principal. Connie also planned to pick Joella and Willow up for church on Sunday. Joella was keen to be part of a supportive fellowship. She and Willow sure needed the loving support of fellow believers. Jason had left several months previously, but her heart still struggled to comprehend how he could turn his back on them because of her faith.

***

Hudson looked up when Joella walked in. His immediate thought was that Natalie Cole had entered the room. He didn't know who she was, but Connie soon set that right.

"Joella, honey, welcome to the Mocha Mermaid." Connie rushed forward to embrace Joella. "Everyone, this is my dear friend, Joella Ellis." She announced to all present, before turning Joella around to face Hudson. "Hudson, meet Joella. Joella, this is Hudson, a friend and regular. Plus my art teacher." Connie paused to catch her breath, and Hudson chuckled. "Pleased to meet you, Joella. Connie told me that the two of you practically grew up together here in Everlee."

"That's right " Joella smiled fondly at her friend, "and now I'm back where I belong."

"Why don't you sit here with Hudson, if that's OK?" Suggested Connie, "I've got to get back to the grill, but I'll join you as soon as I'm done. You just give your order to Fern." She was off with a smile and a flurry. Joella grinned. "Same old Connie. Are you sure you don't mind if I sit here?"

"Not at all," Hudson smiled, "I should share the view from this table with someone, and a friend of Connie's seems like just the right choice."

Joella sat, grateful to be out of the spotlight. "Thank you. The view is something," she sighed happily, "I adore Connie's café. I could just sit here all day and breathe in the coffee aromas."

"I feel the same way. I always feel like I'm coming home when I walk through the door." 

Fern hurried over to their table, and greeted Joella warmly. "Connie says you're to have whatever you want. Her treat."

"That is just so sweet." Said Joella. "Won't you tell Connie, I'll be happy to demolish anything she puts in front of me, plus a flat white. I had No time to eat breakfast." She explained sheepishly.

"Connie will be pleased. She loves feeding people." Hudson laughed. Fern headed to the kitchen, promising to bring Joella's coffee in a jiffy.

"So, you're giving Connie painting lessons, I believe?" Asked Joella, her eyes widening, "it's hard to imagine Connie with a paint brush in her hand. The Connie I know always had a wooden spoon or a whisk in hers."

"Well, it's true," Hudson nodded, "and she's doing very well. In fact, she's so taken with painting that she wants to start hosting lessons for anyone who's interested right here." He added.

Joella gazed out the window at the blue-green sea. "I think it's a wonderful idea. It's the perfect location. Who knows? Maybe I'll give painting a go myself." Fern placed two coffees on the table, and Joella thanked her. Painting's supposed to help hurting people. 

"Connie will be overjoyed if you join in, Joella. Me too. A class needs more than one student."

"I'll definitely consider it. Perhaps my daughter Willow would like to have a go too."

***

After a short while, Connie came to the table bearing a platter of bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage and fried tomato. Behind her, walked Fern, carrying toast and jam.

"I can't eat all that," laughed Joella, "It does look delicious though."

"Hudson is included. I get to spoil two friends today." Smiled Connie.

"Can you sit with us for a bit?" Asked Joella.

"That's the plan," said Connie, "Fern will let me know if she needs help. But first, I'll get myself a coffee."

Hudson pulled up a third chair and she sat down gratefully when she returned.

"Hudson told me about the art class," Joella said as she helped herself to eggs, "what would you say to me joining in?"

Connie grinned. "I'd say, the more the merrier. I invited Henry too. Looks like it's going to be an art group for singles."

"Is Henry interested?" Hudson asked. He knew Henry a little, as they were both coffee shop regulars. Henry had a business-like appearance that didn't speak of creativity, but Hudson had learnt that it was hard to gauge whether a person was creative by outward appearance alone.

Connie's eyes twinkled merrily as they met his. "Actually, he is interested. I know what you're thinking, Hudson, but Henry's a sensitive, thoughtful person. He'll likely enjoy painting. Maybe it will help him in his grief too."

Hudson agreed, but inwardly, he felt a twinge of jealousy. He didn't mind Joella joining in, but he wasn't sure he wanted Henry to spend Tuesday evenings in Connie's company, getting to know her better. If he was very honest, he had been hoping to have her for himself.

Chapter Four

Fern

On Saturday afternoon, Fern was home helping with chores, when her mother mentioned a phone call she'd gotten. "Your boss asked me if I'd like to come over to the café on Tuesday. Says she'd like to meet me."

"Well, that was nice of her, don't you think?" Fern smiled. She wasn't about to let on that Connie had told her of her intentions.

Prisca pulled a face. "I suppose so. You're not in trouble are you?"

"Don't think so. I'm sure Connie would have said something if I was."

Prisca wearily ran a cloth over the kitchen counter and sighed. "I suppose I'll have to go. It won't look good not to."

"It wont." Said Fern firmly. She wasn't going to give her mom any leeway, not when her prayers were being answered. "So, what will you wear?"

***

The following Monday, Fern and Asher ate lunch together in the cafeteria. The rain was slanting down outside the windows, and they'd both opted for a hot lunch.

"Thanks for praying for my mom, Ash," Fern said, as soon as they sat down with their food, "I can hardly believe it, but she's going to have coffee with Connie on Tuesday. Or, knowing Mom, Irish Breakfast tea."

Asher grinned, "That's great, Fern. And it's a pleasure. I've been praying for you too." He added, before bowing his head to say grace. Fern, following his example, closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, Asher was looking at her curiously.

"So how's the search for God going?" He asked gently. Fern looked down at her plate, feeling a bit awkward. C'mon Fern, it's your best buddy Ash asking. Not some stranger. She looked up into his friendly gaze, and relaxed. "It's going good, actually. I found Mom's Bible, and I started reading the Book of John, like you said." She paused to take a fork full of curry before going on. "And I've been trying to pray too, you know. Been asking God to help me know He's real. It helps to see yours and Connie's prayers for Mom being answered."

Asher smiled. He encouraged Fern gently, not wanting to scare her off or let on that his heart had jumped for joy. What mattered was that Fern would find the answers she needed. His Prayer that Fern would be his one day, would have to take a back seat.

***

Near closing time on Tuesday, Connie asked Minette to clear some space near the front windows for the painting class. Hudson had dropped off supplies and easels earlier in the day, and they were waiting in the back.

Connie made sure that Minette left one table in its usual spot close to the window. Prisca would be arriving any minute now. She wanted the coffee shop to be as quiet as possible for the visit, seeing that Prisca was wary of socializing.

"Thanks, Minnie. You can finish up and then go home. I'll make coffee for my late arrivals." She smiled. Minnette was a treasure. She loved working at the Mermaid, and often found extra ways to help at the end of the day. "Are you sure, Connie? I don't mind staying on. I'll serve so you can focus on painting. It's good you're having some fun," Minnette's dark eyes pleaded, "I can pick up some tips for art class too."

"Why not, Minnie. I forgot that you're taking art at college. Yes, you can stay. Oh, It looks like Fern's Mom has arrived." Connie rose to open the door herself. A slim blonde woman introduced herself as Prisca Martin. She looked to be about the same age as Connie, but her blue eyes held sorrow and her mouth looked as though it was unused to smiling. 

"Thanks for coming over, Mrs Martin. Please have a seat here, by the window." Connie led the way.

"Are you sure it's OK?" Asked Prisca. It looks like you're closing."

"We are, but I'm hosting an art class here this evening. Just a small group. You're welcome to stay. You can even join in if you like," Connie laughed happily, "I had my first lesson last week and I'm already hooked."

Prisca gave a small smile. "Thanks Connie, I don't think I'll stay. But thanks for the offer."

"That's fine. Now what can I get you? My treat, seeing as you're Fern's mom."

Prisca coughed nervously. "You don't happen to have Irish Breakfast Tea do you? It's my favourite. I'm not really a coffee drinker, sorry to say," she added politely.

Connie grinned. "The Mocha Mermaid has only the nicest teas, including your favourite. I've got plenty of customers who call themselves teapots. I'm a coffee fan myself, but there's nothing better than a cup of Earl Gray at tea time if you ask me." She called Minnette over to place the drinks order and asked her to bring cake too. "I know it's a bit late for cake. You don't mind, do you?"

Prisca shook her head. "No, that would be lovely."

Minnette brought a pot of tea along with two large slices of carrot cake and spoke politely to Fern's mother. Some of the tension seemed to have left Prisca's face. She closed her eyes as she sipped her tea. "Just what I needed. And the cake is wonderful." She placed her cup carefully back in the saucer. "Tell me Connie, is Fern in trouble?"

"Oh, no. Definitely not," Connie shook her head decisively, " The reason I invited you over, is that I like to meet the parents of all my staff. They are very special young people. Fern is such a treasure. A hard worker. I wanted you to know how much I love and appreciate her. And I want you to know that I'm a phone call away, if you ever need anything. Fern's family is my family too."

Prisca smiled, relieved that Fern was doing well, yet a little taken aback. Connie was so friendly and sincere. "That's so sweet, Connie. I truly appreciate your kindness towards my daughter, and your kind offer. Fern is very fond of you, and of The Mermaid."

Connie reached over the table and patted Prisca's hand. "It's a very big pleasure. Let's have another cup of tea."

***

Hudson opened the coffee shop door just as Connie and Prisca drained the tea pot. He smiled broadly when he saw Connie and nodded at Prisca. 

"Hudson, this is Fern's mom, Prisca Martin. Prisca, this is Hudson Edwards, a good friend and our art teacher." 

"Pleased to meet you. Fern is a firm favourite around here. Will you be staying for the class? You can just watch if you like. Painting is very relaxing." 

Hudson's kind manner put Prisca at her ease, and she found herself agreeing to stay for a short while. Minette cleared the table, and offered to bring Prisca more tea, but she declined politely. Instead, she deliberately relaxed her shoulders and gazed out the window at the gorgeous colours of the setting sun. No one seemed to mind that she said little. Her attention was drawn to the door as a couple more people entered. One was a tall, beautiful woman with a pixie cut, the other, a good-looking middle-aged man wearing a polar-neck sweater.

Connie introduced them promptly. "These are my friends, Joella Ellis, and Henry Beckett. Everyone's here now, so we can start."

Hudson greeted everyone, then explained that he was going to give a little demonstration first, and tell them a little about oils, after which, they would all get an opportunity to paint a landscape.

Prisca relaxed into her chair, captivated by the way Hudson brought a scene to life so quickly on the canvas. She glanced to her right, and her eyes met Henry's. He smiled at her, and she smiled back before turning back to study Hudson's painting. It felt strangely good to smile, to feel human again. Prisca decided to stay at least until Hudson's painting demonstration ended.

***

It was dark when Prisca left the Mermaid, but quiet streets and night-time driving didn't bother her. It was preferable to day-time busyness. She took her time, first messaging Fern to tell her she was on her way. The smell and sound of the ocean soothed her as she walked the short distance to her car. She mulled over some of the things Hudson had said during the class. Apparently, anyone who put their mind to it could produce a pretty decent painting: drawing skills were not even required. The small group had seemed so happy and relaxed as they followed Hudson's laid-back approach. She found herself wishing she'd had the courage to pick up a brush. Well, maybe I should join the class. Fern would sure be happy.

Chapter Five

Henry

When Henry arrived home, Mateo and Owen were doing their homework at the kitchen table. There was no sign of mess from their take-away supper, and the counter had been wiped clean.

"This looks homey. Thanks guys." He smiled.

"No prob, Dad," Grinned Mateo. "How was art class?"

Henry sat in one of the kitchen chairs, eager to spend some time with his boys. "It was great, actually. You may not believe this," he chuckled, "but I've started painting a landscape, and it's not looking too shabby, if I say so myself."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it Dad," said Owen, "Mom would be happy. She used to draw, remember?"

Henry nodded, remembering. They spoke a little about Denise. It was something they did pretty frequently. Henry loved that they were keeping her memory alive. He quizzed the boys a little about their school day and homework, before heading for his bedroom. Tonight, his heart felt somehow lighter as he sat on the bed he and Denise had shared. His thoughts drifted back to the art lesson as he removed his shoes. He'd not only enjoyed painting, he'd enjoyed the company too: Connie, with her bubbly laughter, and her lovely friend Joella, who had hinted at the difficult time she had just been through. He'd gotten to know Hudson a bit better, and enjoyed his easy-going teaching style and talent as an artist. And then there was Prisca. He'd noticed the rapt attention on her face as she watched, and he wondered about her story too. He'd learnt, just by living, that everyone had a backstory, and he found himself wanting to get to know his fellow students better. As he gazed at his and Denise's wedding photo, he acknowledged that part of him was ready to get out and socialize, but part of him felt dis-loyal to Denise.

***

Hudson 

"That was fun." Said Connie, as she and Hudson packed the easels and painting supplies away. "Everyone seemed to enjoy the class tremendously. And best of all, Fern's mother stayed on to watch."

"I think she was beginning to come out of her shell. And she certainly seemed interested." Hudson noted.

"What do you think of all of our attempts?" Connie asked slyly, her eyes sparkling.

"Hm-mm. Now that's a difficult one to answer." Hudson chuckled. "Teachers can't have favourites, you know." Connie pouted as she shut the door and locked it. 

"But," Hudson winked, then lowered his voice. "One of my students seems to have great promise."

"Really?" Connie laughed, enjoying the fun moment, "male or female?"

"Female." Hudson smiled.

"Joella?"

"Well, it's a bit early to tell, but so far, I think all of you show promise. Joella's painting reflects her creativity and awareness of colour, and Henry seems in touch with his emotions as he paints. But, a certain red-head's enthusiasm is hard to beat."

"Hudson!" Connie laughed. "Are you saying that I splash the paint around like an enthusiastic child?"

They'd reached their cars, and had stopped walking. "Enthusiasm is a gift, Connie." Hudson smiled. "I wasn't joking. I love each painting. But yours makes me happy. I love that. You somehow managed to put joy on the canvas."

Connie's eye's widened at the sweet words. "Aw, Hudson." Was all she could manage.

"Connie, would you like to walk with me a little way up the promenade?"

"Sure, how could I say no after a compliment like that." Connie smiled. The stars were out, and although it was chilly, the wind had dropped.

The breakers crashed in a soothing rhythm below on the beach as they walked along comfortably. It was only eight o'clock, and other people were still about.

"It's a long time since I've gone for a walk with a handsome man," Connie said honestly, "but there's a certain rightness about walking with you, Hudson."

"Did you and Max go walking a lot?" Max asked as they paused by the railings.

Connie nodded. "At least once a week. Normally on a Sunday after church. I try to keep up the tradition. Max would also go walking on his own in the week. He said it sparked ideas." It felt good to talk about Max, and Connie was grateful for Hudson's thoughtfulness. "He used to say that just living here in Everlee helped the creative juices to flow."

"I agree. I can't imagine I'd be able to paint without nature nearby." He chuckled. "That's why I love that table by the window at the Mermaid. I can drink in the view from there."

"God's handiwork is magnificent, isn't it?"

"It is." They had walked back to their cars, and Hudson decided to ask what he'd been meaning to before he lost courage. "Connie, I was wondering whether you'd do me the honor of having dinner with me? There's a lovely place a little way up the coast that serves wonderful seafood." His eyes smiled into hers. Connie found herself smiling back and nodding. "I'd like that."

Hudson's smile lit up his face. "Saturday evening, then?"

"That's fine. Thank you Hudson, I'll look forward to it."

Hudson stood by his car and breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't been at all sure that Connie would agree to go out with him, especially after the conversation they'd had about Max. He was glad he'd asked though. Something about the way Henry had looked at Connie during the art lesson had inspired him to get in first. He knew enough though, to not move too quickly and to ask God for wisdom. He would never want to hurt Connie.

***

Connie

That Saturday afternoon, Connie took some tea out to the garden. She sat in the little gazebo where she and Max had often enjoyed time together. Elsie soon found her and rubbed her silky face on Connie's boots before jumping on her lap. A cat is such a comforting creature. God must have known we'd need them. The winter cold had chased off the last of the flowers, except for some ivy geraniums. Connie enjoyed the cheerful sight and the pleasant winter sun. She thought ahead to her date with Hudson. A part of her wanted to stay home; the other was curious. She wondered whether anything would come of it. She really enjoyed Hudson's company. He'd become a good customer and friend, and recently he'd become her teacher. She sipped her tea and sighed a little. She didn't want to spoil any of that, and she didn't know whether she could love another the way she had loved Max. Oh Lord, please help me to make the right choices. Choices that will honor You Lord. And choices that will honor Max.

***

Connie wore emerald green and black for the date, and Hudson thought how beautiful she looked, her red curls free of her bandana for a change. "Green is your color, Connie. You look almost Irish tonight." Connie chuckled as Hudson started the car. "Thank you, Hudson. I do in fact have some Irish in me. Do you?" She looked over at Hudson. He'd gone to some trouble himself, and looked handsome in his suit. She'd gotten used to seeing him in jeans, which he obviously preferred for painting sessions.

"A little. Plus German, Scandinavian and Scottish." He laughed. "So I'm a real mixture. At the end of the day though, what matters is that I'm a child of God. For so many years I couldn't say that, but now I celebrate it."

"Amen." Said Connie, "I like that. Please tell me more of your story, Hudson."

"I will. Perhaps during dinner? Although, it may not make for great dinner conversation." He smiled rather ruefully.

"Don't worry, Hudson. You don't need to go into it if you don't want to. Look, there's the restaurant. It looks cozy. They must have a fireplace. I see smoke rising from the chimney."

"They do." Said Hudson, pleased by Connie's reaction. He parked, then taking Connie's hand, led her into the warmth of the restaurant.

"It's perfect." Said Connie as she took in the stone fireplace and the private candle-lit nook the server was showing them to. Hudson was very attentive and pulled out her chair. "You may have a hard time choosing from the menu. Everything here is superb. And fresh from the sea." 

"Do you come here often?" Connie asked, wondering whether Hudson had brought other dates to the lovely restaurant.

"About once a month. I sit at that table over there, all alone, and enjoy not eating my own cooking," he chuckled, "I'm being spoiled tonight with your wonderful company, Connie."

"Well, thanks for asking me. It's a treat for me to not have to eat alone too." Connie smiled across the table, then looked down at the menu. "They have sole. I can't remember when I last ate that."

"You should have some, then." Hudson encouraged. In the end though, they settled on a seafood platter so that Connie could sample several types of seafood. The server brought Hudson's order of focaccia bread and non-alcoholic sparkling wine to the table.

"It's so nice to sit back and be served," Sighed Connie. 

"I can imagine," smiled Hudson, "you deserve to be spoiled Connie."

They spoke a little about the painting class, and about art in general. "When did you start painting?" Connie wanted to know. "It was during a particularly dark time in my life. I was very depressed, having lost the woman I'd been with for several years. I blame myself now for the break-up, and for the previous ones." Hudson's normally cheerful expression had turned somber. "When Della left, I turned to drink, but it didn't help. Someone I worked with dabbled in art, and told me how painting had helped him after the death of his wife. So I decided to give it a go."

"Della must have been a special woman." Connie said softly.

"She was. But I was a fool. I thought I could have it all, without making a commitment. I was selfish, and wanted to hang on to my freedom." He paused. "Painting soothed me, but it was God who changed me."

Their food arrived, and they both smiled and thanked their server. Hudson bowed his head and prayed the blessing over their meal. For a while they just savored the delicate flavors of the generous platter. "What made you turn to God?" Connie asked, her eyes soft.

"Well, my heart was slowly becoming more tender. I started searching and praying; asking questions. I went to various churches too. At one of them, the pastor reached out to me. We became friends, and he led me to the Lord. I repented of my sinful ways. My pastor encouraged me to ask forgiveness of those who I'd hurt. I did what I could, with God's help. Unfortunately, by then, Della had found someone else: someone who was a better man than I and stood with her at the altar."

"Oh, Hudson. I'm so sorry." Connie's eyes had grown damp, and she patted at them with her serviette. "So sorry."

"Me too." Hudson smiled softly. "But it's what one calls the consequences of your behavior, I'm afraid. Let's talk about something else."

"How about this melt in the mouth crayfish?" Connie suggested.

"It's the best." Agreed Hudson. They ended their meal in a leisurely fashion, with slices of light-as-air chocolate cheesecake and coffee, then lingered as long as possible before leaving their cozy corner.

"I truly enjoyed myself." Said Connie. "Thank you Hudson."

"Perhaps we can come again one day." Hudson's voice was hopeful.

"Perhaps we can." Smiled Connie. 

***

Chapter Six

Joella

"So, what did you think?" Asked Connie as she, Joella, and Joella's daughter Willow exited the church foyer on Sunday morning.

"I can see why you've found your home here Connie. I felt very welcome, and the pastor's sermon was concise yet meaty at the same time, if you get what I mean."

Connie smiled. "I do. He explained sanctification so well." And you, Willow?"

"It was nice. A Couple of the girls said hi to me."

Connie gave Willow an impulsive little hug. The young girl's name suited her: she was both graceful and tall. Connie hoped that she'd soon feel at home at church and at her new school.

"Connie, won't you join us for lunch? I need to say thank you for all the help you've given us since we arrived." Joella looked at her friend hopefully. "Plus, I need the low down on last night's date, girlfriend." She teased.

"Shh," said Connie, pretending to be shocked. "We're in the church parking lot. But I'll tell all for a pizza."

"It's a deal." Laughed Joella as they reached Connie's car.

***

On Connie's advice, they went to Paolo's Pizzeria near the CBD. 

"Absolutely the best wood-fired pizza in town. Plus homemade pasta." Enthused Connie, as they were seated at their table.

"All true." Grinned Paolo from behind the counter, where he was retrieving bubbling pizzas from the oven. "Listen to Connie. She knows." He laughed.

"It's my favourite place besides the Mermaid," she assured Paolo.

"We are definitely having the pizza this time round. It looks delicious, "said Joella, "what do you say, Willow?"

Willow just nodded happily. It was turning out to be a fun day. With Aunty Connie around, you couldn't help feeling happy. It had been difficult seeing fathers worshiping with their families at church, but everyone had been so kind, that she'd felt better.

"How about we order three different pizzas, then share?" Joella suggested, "I for one would like to try the pulled pork pizza."

"Good choice. Chicken and sweet chili for me." Said Connie.

"And I'll have ham and mushroom. Please." Willow added.

Once their drinks arrived, Joella took a sip of hers, then settled herself comfortably in her chair. "So, how was the date Connie?"

Connie laughed. "I haven't had any pizza yet. OK I'll tell you to get you off my back. It was lovely, actually. I enjoyed Hudson's company, and we talked a great deal. The food was divine. There." She ended with a flourish.

Joella laughed. "OK. I'll let you off the hook. It sounds like you had fun." Joella smiled at her friend. "You deserve it, Connie."

For Willow's sake, they spoke no more of Connie's date, instead, they chatted about all kinds of things, and included the teenager in their conversation.

After they'd eaten as much as they could, Paolo cheerfully made up a doggy box for them, and they promised to be back soon, for pasta.

"Thanks for everything, Connie." Joella said when Connie dropped them off at home. Willow had already left the car, and was making her way up the path. "I can almost imagine life without Jason. I think Willow and I are going to be OK."

Connie squeezed Joella's arm. "I'll be praying for you as always."

"And I'll be praying for you too, Connie," Joella winked, "who knows, maybe Hudson's part of the Lord's plan for you."

***

Joella hummed a little tune as she made her way to the art class on Tuesday. She was settling in at her new job as an HR manager for a large retailer. She loved working with people, mediating, and giving advice. It could be challenging too, but she was able to draw on God each day for strength and wisdom. Willow seemed happy at her new school, although she was looking forward to spending the holidays with her father. Joella was determined to help things along by showing love to Jason despite what he'd done to them. Willow still needed him to be part of her life.

Everyone had arrived at The Mermaid a few minutes early, so Connie offered to make tea and coffee, which she served with brownies. The surprise of the evening was that Prisca had decided to join the group. Hudson assured her that she would soon catch up with the rest."You're sure it's no trouble?" She asked.

"No trouble at all." He smiled. "The main thing is that you enjoy yourself." Hudson went to the back to fetch another easel, which he placed alongside Henry's. Henry greeted her and smiled pleasantly, and she found herself smiling back quite easily in return.

Joella surveyed her landscape with a critical eye. There were a couple of things she'd like to do over, but on the whole, she was pleased with what she'd managed to achieve in such a short time. "Hudson, how can I get rid of this hill? I think it crowds up my painting." 

Hudson came over to look. "Well, you could disguise it with some mist. Would you like me to show you?" Hudson smiled at her, and she nodded. She couldn't help but think how good-looking he was. And so patient. Hudson mixed up some gray with white and stroked a few whips over the offending hill. "Something like that," He said, handing the brush back to her. "Give it a go."

Joella smiled, then with a little direction from Hudson, managed to disguise the hill completely. "Much better. Thank you. Now my painting has a feeling of distance and mystery. I like it much better." 

Hudson's eyes twinkled. "I'm glad." It made him happy to see Joella's satisfaction. He turned his attention to Prisca, who had begun painting her background. "Henry gave me some tips." She smiled. 

"Nothing much. I'm no expert," Henry laughed, "but fortunately, we have Hudson"

"And soon you won't need me. What are you planning to put in the foreground, Henry?"

"I was thinking of putting some bushes in. Maybe an old farm fence. I'll tell you when I'm ready. I may need some help."

Hudson gave Henry a thumbs up, then turned to Prisca and helped her to plan her landscape.

Joella watched Hudson out of the corner of her eye. She told herself that she was doing it for Connie: trying to figure out whether Hudson was any good for her best friend. She couldn't kid herself for long though: she felt oddly drawn to Hudson. His gentle manner and obvious concern for his students fascinated her. Jason had often been so impatient and irritable. After a while though, Joella mentally kicked herself and repented to the Lord. She was not about to get feelings for a man whom Connie obviously cared for.

Fern

Could we meet for coffee? But not at The Mermaid. Fern smiled as she thought of Asher's request this morning. Normally, they just hung out on campus. It would be a nice change, almost like a date. She blushed then, at her thoughts. She and Asher were just friends. Surely he would want to go out with a believer when he decided the time was right. Nonetheless, Fern wondered what she should wear for her almost-date.

***

"I thought we could go to The Blue Peacock," said Asher, as they drove off campus between classes the next day, "apparently, they specialize in coffee. Should we go rate them against The Mermaid?" He grinned. 

"Sounds good." Said Fern. "They may beat us though. I hear that their baristas went to Italy for training."

"No one can beat your coffee, Fern." He smiled, as he glanced her way. He thought how pretty she looked in her red jumper which complimented her dark hair and eyes.

Fern laughed, enjoying the compliment. "We'll see."

They sat in a sunny courtyard, edged with conifer trees. Large bowls of geraniums provided splashes of bold color. "It's charming," said Fern, "and those metal peacocks make up for the lack of real ones."

Asher went inside to fetch their order from the coffee bar. He watched, fascinated as the barista pulled two espressos then steamed milk to make cappuccinos. Asher asked for biscotti too.

He returned to the courtyard and found Fern basking in the sun like a cat. "Time for the verdict." He announced. 

"It looks yummy. I love the cups. It's a really cute place. Thanks Asher."

"You're welcome," he said, taking a sip, "hm-mm, very good."

"It is," said Fern, "remind me to bring Connie for inspiration."

They sat quietly for some moments, simply savoring their coffee and enjoying the sunshine. A large tabby cat made his way over to their table to greet them.

"Ash, I've been meaning to ask, "how can I know God is truly real? I want to believe, but I need to know." Fern dunked her biscotti in her coffee. "I guess it's what everyone who's searching asks. The big question."

Asher smiled, understanding in his eyes. "And it's a good question. I'm not sure how well I can answer it, but I'll try. For myself, when I study God's creation, I can't help but believe that there has to be a creator. Sometimes, I just look through my telescope to be reminded. The other reason I believe is because of Jesus. There's plenty of evidence to prove that He really came to earth, died and was resurrected."

Fern nodded, so he continued. "I have a book that might help. I'll bring it tomorrow. Believing is a different kind of thing. It takes faith and trust. But the book I'm going to give you should bring you to that place," he smiled, "I hope that helps a bit Fern. Say, would you like to come to church with me on Sunday? The pastor is really helpful." 

Fern thought only for a moment before agreeing to go. Maybe I can get all the answers to my questions by the end of the week, what with Asher's book and a chance to talk to his pastor. "Sure. Why not?" Agreed Fern.

"Cool," said Asher, "genuinely happy at the progress Fern was making. He wished he could draw her into his arms, but his love for her prevented him from doing anything to prevent her from finding the Saviour. A Saviour who loved Fern more perfectly than he ever could.

Connie

Connie arrived early at The Mermaid on Friday, and felt grateful for the quietness. She turned the computer on and took some time to go through the books. The book-keeping had always fallen to her. She smiled, remembering how helpful Max had been when it came to any other job. Stock-take, ordering, taking orders, making coffee, cleaning, you name it. Just not book-keeping. He'd rather open a volume of poetry or work on his own writing. Now in the hour before opening time, The Mermaid seemed especially empty without Max. He'd been such a sweet-spirited, cheerful person. Although he'd been a bit of an introvert, he'd been at home in the coffee shop and had gotten on famously with all the regulars. How she missed him. Connie could almost see him: how he used to sit at the little corner table when it was quiet with his leather-bound journal. The one he took everywhere. The one that lived on her bedside table.

***

Chapter Seven

Hudson

It's a wonderful day for a picnic. I wonder if Connie will agree? Its Saturday, and she'll be closing earlier. Hudson took his coffee out onto his verandah and breathed deeply. Spring is finally here. Will it bring a new chapter into my life? The turquoise colour of the sea stirred his soul. But for once, he didn't feel the urge to paint. Rather, he felt drawn to the beach. He spent some time in prayer and Bible reading, before taking his usual route down to the promenade.

***

"A picnic? That's a lovely idea. What should I bring?" Connie brought Hudson's breakfast to the table herself and sat down opposite him.

"You are going to rest." Said Hudson emphatically, "I'll pop into the supermarket for some goodies."

"A mini holiday. Just what I need," Connie sighed happily, "it's the perfect day isn't it?"

"That it is." Said Hudson. He looked at Connie fondly across the table. Perhaps an outing to the beach on a beautiful day would help them both decide the way forward. He touched Connie's hand briefly, and they agreed to meet outside The Mermaid at closing time.

***

Hudson set up a small beach tent in the shelter provided by the promenade wall. He set the picnic basket and cooler box down in its shade and Connie spread a blanket in front of it. She looked pretty as a picture in her Summer dress and light cardigan. She held onto her hat as the breeze picked up a little, and Hudson felt an urge to paint her, just as she looked in that moment.

"Ready to eat?" He asked, and Connie thought how good-looking he was in his sunglasses. "I brought a cheese platter, complete with grapes and crackers, panini bread, and chocolate mousse."

"You're an absolute darling." Connie said as she admired the feast. "I like the way you shop." They both laughed. Hudson arranged the food in the tent to protect it from sand.

"There's nothing like the beach for making you hungry." Said Hudson.

"For sure, " said Connie, "but we can walk it off just now."

They took their time, enjoying each other's company and simply savoring the moment. Once they were done, Hudson stowed everything in the boot of his car. He grinned as he contemplated the rest of the date. Holding hands with Connie as the sun gradually went to bed in the East would be the perfect ending to his day.

***

It wasn't to be. They chatted and laughed like two old friends, but whenever Hudson took Connie's hand in his, she'd let go after a few seconds. Hudson fought to hide his disappointment. The date hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and he hadn't been hoping for much. Still, he had enjoyed Connie's company, and he felt almost sure she'd enjoyed his. He just couldn't help wondering whether Connie was ready to let him into her heart.

Henry

At the next art class, Hudson gave them all a chance to finish their second landscapes before bringing out fresh canvasses. Prisca was only a little behind, so it wouldn't be long before she caught up to the others. Henry admired her peaceful, minimalist scene. "Your painting would look good framed and hanging on a living room wall," he said, smiling his approval.

"Thank you, Henry. That means a lot," she smiled back, "I like your painting too. You've got the color of the ocean just right."

"Must be because I spend most weekends gazing at it while my sons surf." He laughed, while adding a cloud to the sky. Hudson had shown them how to add elements like trees and clouds to their paintings. The method he taught them made optimal use of different sized brushes and palette knives. It also meant that drawing skills were not essential: each of them had been able to produce frame-able landscapes using his techniques.

"How old are your sons?" Asked Prisca. She knew that Henry had lost his wife, and she wondered how the little family was coping.

"Fifteen and seventeen." Henry told her. "They love sports, which I'm grateful for. It keeps them busy." He kept his eyes on his painting. "They've had a rough time since their mother passed away. Getting outdoors helps them."

Prisca's heart went out to Henry and his sons. She'd been through a different kind of loss, but in a way, it had also felt like a death. The passing away of her marriage.

"Getting out to art class has been helping me," she said softly, "I've been to the beach a couple of times too." Prisca added some bright spots of paint to the foreground of her painting. "I feel like I'm alive again for the first time since Fern's father left."

Henry looked at Prisca. She was a pretty woman, but that wasn't what drew him. It was the heart-warming connection he felt between them.

Connie

Connie went straight home after church that Sunday. She needed some extra alone time. Time to think about Hudson and whether she could give him what he wanted. She knew from everything he'd told her, that he wanted to do things right and commit himself to his forever lady through marriage.

And he'd expressed a desire for their friendship to move on to a serious relationship. Connie pottered around her house, tidying things that didn't need tidying, before putting the kettle on. Elsie purred and wove around her legs and made Connie feel a bit brighter. She was really fond of Hudson. They'd gone out several times since their beach picnic, and he'd remained his likable self. But it was obvious to Connie that Hudson was ready to move on, whereas she wasn't. Something had clicked in place for her on their most recent date. Hudson had kissed her when they parted, and she had quickly stepped away. She could clearly remember the hurt look on his face.

Connie took her tea to the lounge and sat in Max's favourite chair. What would you want me to do Max? Dear Max. What would he think? Maybe he'd be cross with her for not moving on. But I have moved on. Connie realized. I'm walking closer to the Lord than ever before, I've got a new hobby, and friends. I'm actually happy. Connie sighed a little, then prayed once more. Lord, please show me the way. 

Hudson

Going to the art supplies shop was normally guaranteed to put a smile on Hudson's face, but not today. He felt blue about the lack of progress he and Connie were making. But It was Monday, and he needed to stock up on supplies for himself and for the art class. "In a hurry today?" The shop assistant asked, surprised that Hudson wasn't lingering like he normally did. Hudson placed the tubes of oils, including three extra large tubes of white on the counter. "A little, I need to go to the supermarket too." He smiled politely. 

Hudson grabbed a trolley at the mall entrance and headed for the grocery store. He was grateful that he’d thought to bring a list, because his mind wasn’t on the task. He wondered what Connie was doing, and whether she had given any thought to what he’d said. Maybe I put her off by being so straightforward, but I felt the need to put my cards on the table. I want to do things differently to the way I used to in the past. Hudson pushed his trolley slowly down the tinned foods aisle, looking out for tuna. He thought about his and Connie’s last date, and grimaced. No doubt he’d rushed things as usual. He’d thought that Connie wouldn’t have a problem with a kiss, but he’d been wrong. She did. He’d apologized, and had made a clumsy effort to patch things over, but things hadn’t been the same since then. He reached up to the top shelf at the same time as another shopper, and their hands touched. “Hudson!” Laughed Joella, “imagine meeting you here. So you don’t only buy painting supplies, I see.”

Hudson grinned, glad to have his gloomy thoughts interrupted. “Yup. I’m running out of everything it seems.”

“I’m looking forward to tomorrow,” Joella said, “Tuesdays have become a highlight of my week.” She placed her can of fish in her trolley. “How’s Connie by the way? I haven’t seen her since Sunday morning.” Joella's eyes met Hudson’s. “Something up?” Hudson’s normally bright eyes looked troubled.

“Actually, yes ” sighed Hudson, “I’ll tell you while we finish shopping.”

They moved on, selecting the items on their lists, while Hudson confided his fears to Joella. She listened sympathetically, occasionally asking a question.

“Joella,” asked Hudson, running a hand through his hair, “do you think that Connie is still grieving deeply for Max? He passed away more than five years ago, didn’t he?”

Joella stopped walking, not entirely sure what to say. Please, Lord, help me to say this right. “Hudson, Connie is my dearest friend, and I know that she would never want to hurt you, or anyone else for that matter. As for Max, I believe that Connie has gotten over the worst of her grief. She was knocked flat when he passed, but with God’s help, she got back on her feet. Maybe she just needs more time.” She smiled sympathetically at Hudson as they made their way to the check out.

“Thanks, Joella.” Hudson smiled back. “You should know, being Connie’s best friend and all.”

“That girl is gold.” Said Joella. “But I’m sure you know that.”

“I do.” Said Hudson. “That’s why I want to do things right. If Connie needs more time, I’ll give it to her with God’s help.”

Fern

Fern didn't go straight home after work on Monday evening. She had too much on her mind. So she went for a walk along the promenade, before making her way to the beach. The air was warm, and the sun would still linger for a while. A few couples held hands whilst walking, and some determined souls were out jogging. Fern sat and watched, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

She'd been to church with Asher again, the day before, and had lunched with him and his mother afterwards. Both the pastor and Asher's mom had gladly answered all her questions, giving her much to think about. Once home, she'd spent the rest of the day reading her Bible and praying in her room. Her mind was nearly made up.

As she watched the waves rolling in and birds flying to their roosting places for the night, her heart fell into a peaceful rhythm and her body relaxed.

She bowed her head and prayed. Then she raised her head and smiled. All worry and questioning had gone, and she knew she would never be the same. Jesus had set her free, on this beautiful, wonderful day. As soon as I get home, I'm going to write the date in my Bible.

Chapter Eight

Connie

"Could we go for a walk Hudson?" Connie asked. Her cheeks looked a little flushed, and Hudson thought how pretty she looked with her red curls framing her face.

"Sure." Said Hudson. The art class had finished and the two of them were packing up as they normally did. "I'll go for a walk with you anytime. You look lovely tonight, Connie." His eyes twinkled.

"Hudson, you are a flirt." Teased Connie. "The lesson went well tonight don't you think?" She said, changing the subject.

"Yes. Everyone's enjoying their new hobby it seems. And you, Connie? Will you keep painting once the lessons are through?" He smiled. "You are lovely by the way."

"Definitely." Connie nodded, ignoring the compliment.

"I hope to learn a great deal more though, if you'll help me." 

"It's a deal." Said Hudson happily. "Where shall we walk to?"

"Oh, just along the promenade, if that's OK with you."

They chatted for a little while longer about art, then Connie led Hudson to a bench. "Hudson, I want to level with you tonight. And I want to apologize." Connie turned to face him, and met his eyes. 

"Please go on Connie," He said softly when she hesitated.

Connie took a deep breath. "I want to apologize if I led you on in any way, or hurt you Hudson. You are a very special friend, and I don't want to spoil that. "She held his gaze, her eyes pleading. "Hudson, I can't go out with you anymore. It isn't fair to you. You want a wife, and I can only be your friend." She took his hand in hers. "I'm so sorry, Hudson. I've prayed and prayed, and I have peace now."

Hudson squeezed Connie's hand. Both of them had tears in their eyes. At last, Hudson spoke.

"Is it because of Max?" He asked gently.

Connie shook her head. "No. Max would have been cheering you on. He would have been worried about me being lonely. No Hudson, Max isn't holding me back. It's something else. Maybe I can explain it better one day." She smiled. "And it's got nothing to do with you, Hudson. You'll make a wonderful husband to a very blessed woman one day."

"Oh Connie. I've been hoping that you just needed time. We get on so well together, I was sure it would all work out. Are you sure that's not what you need, more time?"

Connie shook her head. "I don't need more time, Hudson. That would just hold you back from finding your special someone. But I do need you to be my friend. Will you still come to The Mermaid?"

"Of course. And I'll be your friend as long as God allows me to, Connie."

***

The following morning, Hudson arrived at The Mermaid at his usual time. He looked a little tired, but his blue eyes still twinkled as he greeted Layla and Connie.

A short while later, Connie walked up to his table with a smile on her face, and a plate in her hand. "Extra bacon and eggs sunny side up." She announced, then turned to take his cappuccino from Layla.

"Hudson, I want you to know, you'll always be my favourite customer."

"And you Connie, will always be my favourite Mermaid." Hudson smiled. Their eyes were a little damp, but they both knew they were going to be OK.

Henry

Henry walked up to the bungalow's door, a large bouquet of Summer flowers in his hand. He felt nervous, yet excited at the same time, almost as though a new chapter of his life was about to begin. He would never forget Denise. The memories of their life together would ever live on in his heart and in his children, but now, he felt her sweet blessing on this evening's date. He knocked, and Fern answered the door, a big grin on her face. "What beautiful flowers. Come in, Henry. Mom will be out now."

"Thanks Fern. Are you enjoying your studies?" They chatted for a few minutes, then Prisca entered the room. Fern couldn't believe how far her mom had come. Her pale blue dress matched her eyes, and she'd recently had highlights put in her hair which fell in soft layers about her face. But it wasn't just her appearance that struck Fern. She was coming alive again, and it showed in her face.

Henry had risen quickly to his feet. He winked at Fern. "May I take this lovely woman out on a date?"

Fern laughed. "You certainly may. Enjoy yourselves." Prisca smiled tenderly at Fern before allowing Henry to take her arm and lead her to his car.

"I may be the happiest man in Everlee tonight." Henry told her. The softness in his gray eyes spoke eloquently as Prisca looked into them.

"Then I am a very blessed woman." Prisca said, as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

Connie

"Are you sure, Connie? Hudson is such a sweet man. I didn't tell you, but I bumped into him at the shop the other day. He spoke to me about you. He's really keen to make things work." Joella and Connie were catching up at Joella's place after church the following Sunday.

Connie smiled a little sadly. "I am sure Joella. And you're right, Hudson is special. A special friend. I felt bad to have to let him down, but it wouldn't have been fair to him in the end, would it?"

Joella sliced the sandwiches she was making in half. "No. It wouldn't. So you're still going to be friends?"

Connie nodded emphatically. "Definitely. I wouldn't want it any other way. We've been friends for ages. Fortunately, things never got too serious."

"That would have made things very awkward," agreed Joella as she poured cola for the two of them. Willow was spending time with a couple of girls from her Sunday school class. They'd gone bowling and were planning to have hamburgers afterwards. 

"Connie,"Joella asked gently. "Is it because of Max?"

Connie saw the concern in Joella's eyes. "No. It's true that Max was a huge part of my life, and I miss him everyday, but I know that he would give his blessing if I wanted to marry again." She paused. "I think I could love again, but I don't believe it's meant to be. I guess I'm still working things out you know?"

"I do, Connie," Joella assured her, "and you just relax and take your time. There's no pressure. What matters is what God wants for your life. And that goes for us all."

Fern

Asher took Fern's hand in his as they strolled along the shady campus pathways. Summer break was about to start and some of the trees were in full flower. Fern smiled up at him. Holding hands with Asher felt so right. They still had a long way to go, but once they'd completed their degrees, they planned on getting married. Asher led her to a bench with a beautiful view over the campus gardens. "Did I tell you how happy I am today, Fern?"

"Yes," She laughed. "Just a moment ago. But you can tell me again."

Asher grinned, and putting his arm over her shoulder, he said, "I've loved you for a long time Fern, I couldn't be happier."

"Me neither," Fern rested her head on his shoulder, "I love you so much."

"God has been answering our prayers, hasn't He?" Smiled Asher. "Your mom and Henry are making plans too, aren't they?"

"Yes, it's so sweet. And Owen and Mateo are cool. They get on well with Mom and I. We've been to the beach with them. You must meet them soon."

"I'd like that," Asher looked into her eyes, "especially seeing as we're going to be family."

"Yes." Said Fern, simply. Thank You Jesus. Thank You for everything.

Hudson

The art class was coming to a close, just before the Summer holiday. Hudson knew that Connie was planning a surprise for the last get-together.

It felt good to be part of something so special. He thought of his friends, Henry and Prisca, and the healing that had been taking place in their lives. And he thought of his friendships with Connie and with her out-going friend Joella. Joella had experienced healing and help through the art class too. A little sadness crept in, as he contemplated the fact that he was still alone, but he trusted God to work things out for good in the end.

"Surprise!" A cheer erupted as he entered the door of the place that had become so special. Everyone had arrived before him. Connie had closed The Mermaid a little earlier to get things ready. "This is a surprise." He laughed. Each painting had been placed on an easel on one side of the room, with the name of the artist on each one. The tables were laid, with flowers and platters waiting to be uncovered. The biggest surprise was the additional people whom Connie had thoughtfully invited: Asher and Fern, Willow, Mateo and Owen, as well as a few friends from church and the rest of the wait staff.

"Nobody's going to be painting or working tonight," Connie announced. "It's self service, so everybody can help themselves. Before we start, though, I'd like to say a big thank you to Hudson." Connie smiled at him. "Without him, we could never have made it on our painting adventure. He gave up a huge amount of time to help us. So, thank you Hudson. Just know that we've all been blessed."

Everyone clapped, then Hudson said a few words, thanking his friends for their wonderful company each Tuesday, and insisting that it was he that had been blessed the most.

Afterwards, as he sat at a table with Connie and Joella, he realized how true it was.

"I'm going to really miss the classes, Hudson," Joella said.

"Me too." His eyes connected with her chestnut brown ones, and he saw a longing in them that mirrored his own.

He looked at Connie then, who was sitting across the table from him. Her smile and her quick wink put a seal of approval on the attraction she'd noticed for a while now between her two best friends.

Connie

The following day after closing the coffee shop, Connie's feet urged her down to the shore. She walked down to the water, and shielded her eyes from the glow of the setting sun. The fishing boats were coming home. Their hulls sat low in the water, speaking of a plentiful catch. Connie stood watching for a long while, the cooling water lapping at her feet, and as God painted a sunset more glorious than she ever could, she breathed long and deep. I've reached my harbour too, Lord. And now I know: that harbour is You.

The End.

Afterword

Thank you so much for reading my story. 

Love, prayers, and blessings,

Alison

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