Many Chance Summer

I Will Do My Best

     After last night, I've not been in the mood for anything. The thing with Taylor and Paige bothers me but I know better than to ask her about it. If Carolyn and Anya cilantro convince her to leave Taylor, what could I do?

     I decided to pray for her during mass. Caressa and I are the only ones going. I asked the others to come along but they really are not religious.

     "Okay, well," I begin, heading out the door. "Say your prayers at least." I turn and look at Kendra. "Especially you, missy."

Last night Kendra go shut faces drunk. She slept in the car but when we got to the motel, she woke up in Six's arms as he carried her to our room. Susanne was still there. Does the woman ever sleep? But she was there and she looked really worried.

"What happened to Kendra?" She asked, sliding her small frame towards us in a hurry. How did she even remember Kendra's name? She only talked to her that one time when we first arrived the motel and Kendra thinks she's weird.

"She's fine..." I started, hesitating. I didn't want to say that we were drinking and driving, though I barely had a whole can of alcohol and Six seemed perfectly fine. "She's just..."

"She drank way to much," Caressa blurted out, which surprises me. "Have a good night!"

We scurried up the stairs and Six carefully placed Kendra on her bed in our room.

"Thanks, Six." I smiled gratefully at him.

He just looked at Kendra. His eyes where soft and there was something else is never seen in them before. Something I didn't quite understand.

"Yeah," he finally said in his deep voice. "Just...let me know when ya'll are goin' to Church. I can make sure everything's cool."

I knew what he meant.

"Yeah, yeah." Usually I wouldn't think anything other of it but it was the way he was looking at her and the how he never hesitated to carry Kendra and all her chubiness and the way he out he down like she was a princess and thought about her tomorrow though it was still yesterday.

"Good night," he said.

"'Night," Caressa and I both answered. I liked eyes with her next to me and I know she was thinking the same thing.

Caressa and I are currently in a small church just ten minutes away from our motel. We arrived about ten minutes early, which was perfectly on time. I like taking a few minutes before mass to just pray to God or listen to the choir or pianist practice or just sit there and listen to God. I usually don't talk in church when the tabernacle's out unless I'm just quickly saying something that I know I'll forget later to someone or for any other relevant things. My parents would always ignore me when I talked during mass. They did this about when I turned 8 and a year into this, I got the memo. Caressa glanced at me a few times. I know she wanted to say something but we knows better than to talk to me.

     Dear, God... I started in my head, looking ahead at the alter. I thank you for this fuckin' amazing trip!

I smiled to myself. Caressa eyed me.

I continued.

I pray for my family at home...Please help Petra as she grows up and please chop off her hand if she touches my clothes and my make up I let behind. You die say in the Bible that if your right hand causes you to sin, chop it off. So, I'm just giving you the privilege of doing the honors.

I sighed.

I pray for Rick, not 'cause I'm still dwelling on the past and letting what he said get to me...I just pray that you change his heart. Cause...he needs Jesus!