Everything seemed different. Simmy's Dad wasn't sitting in his rocking chair, but instead, he had seated himself beside a son-in-law to accommodate his hearing loss problem.
Sam sat down in the rocking chair. There was a bond between them since Cornelius had healed the 'fatherless pain' in Sam.
Now, Sam did have a genetic father, still living, but this father had abused his whole family making it impossible for the sons and daughters to receive the blessing that comes from spiritual parenting.
The down-sized house didn't have a lot of seating in the living room so Simmy went downstairs to see which of the younger generation was there.
She almost swallowed her gum, if she had been chewing gum that surely would have happened.
A makeshift wash line had been strung in the laundry room and there hung the scarf that she had written into the book 'The Red Dust Healers.'
The 'builder' generation sure knows how to save a dime.
The red and yellow plaid scarf was, at least, 40 years old.
Simmy looked for the excerpt from her book,...
"With... a flick of the red and yellow plaid scarf Simmy raced off to try and catch Cody who was his exuberant self this morning again, and therefore, almost halfway to school.
'Well, now I must look just like Grandma,' Simmy trilled to the wind. She had tied the scarf around her head the way Mama and Grandma always did. She would take it off before she reached the schoolyard but for now she needed the warmth. That thought produced a chuckle as she raced off after the twin red and yellow plaid tied to Cody's head. 'They'll know we're related at school today,' she chuckled.
Cody would likely hate that."
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