Behind enemy lines

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Abby bounced happily onto her bed. Her first letter from Jenna had arrived. Jenna talked about how she had missed her during the last month. And how she had started working more at the coffee shop to help leave something for her mother. How she missed her at Bible study. Before she mentioned her cancer. She said that the doctor said she was running low on time. She also said she had avoided treatment because she knew she was bound to die anyway. She put it this way,

Once I was afraid of the cancer. Now I understand that it is only a needed part in God's plan.

Abby smiled at this. When Jenna had found faith three years ago Abby would never have guessed how great her faith would get. She loved Jenna as a sister. And people often mistook them for so. Once when they were in a grocery store they were asked if they were twins. Jenna had laughed before politely saying no. When Abby had asked why Jenna laughed she said it was because they couldn't look less alike. Abby had found this to be true.
Abby had short brown hair and brown eyes while Jenna had curly red hair and blue eyes. It was absurd.
Folding the letter she put it into a small box before writing back. She then decided to go on a walk to deliver it. She still had a few hours until she had to be at the church to teach school. That's why she'd come to Africa, she wanted to teach the children.

She watched a few children play a game of tag. She laughed before continuing on her way. It only took her fifteen minutes to reach the small store that also mailed the letters. She handed the lady behind the counter.
"God bless." She said before walking out and back into the busy streets. Noticing she still had a lot of time before she needed to be at the church she decided to walk along the edge of town. She wasn't paying attention when she bumped into someone. The someone caught her by the wrist. She looked up and was meet with brown eyes that were darker than her own. The man couldn't be full African. He smiled politely as he helped her to steady herself.  "Sorry mam." He said in English to her surprise. 
"It's okay." She said in shock. He drew his his face together as if he was thinking hard. "Where you at church Sunday?" He asked again in English. She nodded slowly. A small blush crept over her cheeks for no reason. Over his shoulder he held a spade of some sort.
"I'm Abbigail, the missionary from America." She introduced herself sticking out her hand. He gripped it with a smile.   "My names Jackson."
He said giving her hand a polite shake. Someone yelled at him from behind and he turned around. A man in the field behind him waved his hand yelling come in African. Jackson turned back to me.  "Sorry but I do have to get back to work. See you at church." He turned and ran back to the field before she could answer. She stood there a minute more before going back to her walk. She wondered who he was and if he was a Christian. He'd mentioned being at church but that didn't always mean they were saved. He knew English well, Wich had surprised her.

She shook her head to clear it. Reminding herself that she had to get to the church building to teach. She turned and walked in that direction. But try as she might she couldn't get him out of her head.

A/N who do you think Jackson is?
Did y'all like the letter from Jenna?
Are y'all liking getting to see Abby?
I know she's not in coffee cups a lot but she's still an important person.
Let me know
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