by Susan Sage
“It was fun meeting that other couple at church today,” Sadie laughed. “I can’t believe how much we have in common.”
“I agree.” Garrett steered the car into their garage. “They made quite a move over the Christmas season. It’ll be great when the four of us can get together.”
“Yes, Karis and I can sit and drink coffee while you and Brad go do whatever you want to do out in the wilderness.”
Sadie’s phone pinged as they entered the house. “It’s Karis already. She’s thanking us for the warm reception and hoping we can get together soon.
Over the next day, Sadie and Karis texted back and forth as if they had known each other for years instead of hours. When another text came in, Sadie gasped.
“Garrett, listen to what Karis just sent. We forgot to tell you our last name, and we didn’t get yours. Ours is Lamison.” Sadie’s eyes grew. “I can’t believe it’s the same as ours.”
“Did you tell her?”
“I will. I think we should have them over for dinner to celebrate. What an odd coincidence.”
“I don’t know what you mean by that, but dinner is a good idea.”
“Not sure what you’re referring to but to celebrate Valentine’s and the coincidence is in the name.”
Garrett shook his head and cocked it to the side. “I don’t think the name is that rare, but go ahead and invite them. Valentine’s works for me.”
Several days later, the two sets of Lamisons sat around Sadie and Garrett’s table talking.
“Yes, we thought it was pretty odd that you have our last name as well.” Brad reached for the coffee carafe and refilled cups. “Do you suppose there’s any chance we’re distant, long lost relatives?”
Garrett took several sips from his steaming mug and shrugged. “Only one way to know. “Who’s your father?”
“Weird. There are multiple Spencers in my extended family. What’s his middle name?”
Brad set his cup down on the placemat as he anchored his attention. “His full name is Spencer David Crocker Lamison.”
Garrett coughed, grabbed his napkin, and covered his mouth. The ticking of the clock echoed off the wood floor.
“Your father had a brother named Vincent Franklin James and sisters named Gina and her twin Tamara.”
“And you know this because …?”
“My father’s name was Vincent.”
Silence seemed to suck the air from the room.
“Your father left home at sixteen. My father tried to find him for many years.” Brad gripped his cup.
Unable to hold it in any longer, Sadie laughed. “You two are cousins. Like first cousins.”
Sadie and Karis jumped up from the table and hugged each other.
“Who knew we’d find family in this little town when we moved here.” Karis glanced at her husband who remained unmoving.
“Do you know how hurt my dad was that your dad never came back?” Brad set his jaw.
Sadie watched Garrett’s eyelids flinch. She knew that look and grew concerned as to what might come next.
He inhaled slowly. “He did go back. He couldn’t find your dad. He went to the graves of his sisters and my grandparents.”
Brad leaned forward.
Karis and Sadie returned to their chairs.
“Guys,” Sadie put her arm around her husband and looked from one man to the other. “I think it’s a blessing God brought you together. You can’t hold grudges, especially those that aren’t yours to keep. Don’t you think your fathers would appreciate that you found each other, and that family love runs across time and distance? Today is about love. Isn’t forgiveness one of the biggest aspects of love?”
In the same moment, each man released what seemed to be a collective breath. Both dropped their shoulders and fidgeted with the cup each held.
Karis laughed, “You even react like you’re related.”
After several still moments, Garrett stood, glanced at his wife and winked. He extended his hand toward Brad. “She’s right. Welcome to our home, town, and life. We’re glad you’re here.”
Brad stood, grasped Garrett’s hand and nodded. “Glad God led us here. Hey, do you ride dirt bikes?”
Karis and Sadie looked at each other with wide eyes. Laughter ripped from both of them.
“Better him than me.” The words came out from each woman at the same moment causing peels of hilarity once again.
About the Author
New to north Idaho, Susan Sage and her husband are enjoying getting to know the new area. She continues to work on her craft writing about God’s purpose and sovereignty in all aspects of life. She enjoys writing devotionals and flash fiction. She enjoys mentoring other writers who are new to the craft.
You can read Susan’s “Flash Fiction” column on the 2nd Thursday each month here at Pandora’s Box Gazette.