Page 30 of Married By Midnight
Mrs. Pennyworth kept walking, as if she hadn’t heard the question Sarah asked. “You didn’t listen to a word I said when we had tea, did you?”
“I remember falling asleep. The fire was so heavenly.”
Mrs. Pennyworth gave a little chuckle. “Many heavenly things were around there.”
“You know what’s odd? I had a dream that you were an angel.”
“What’s so odd about that?”
Sarah shrugged her shoulders. “I just don’t think I’ve ever known an angel before.”
“Angels are everywhere, my dear. Remember the scripture:Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
“So, you really are an angel?” Mrs. Pennyworth nodded. “Why can I see you?”
“You can see me, because I’m your guardian angel. You can’t see other folk’s angels.”
Sarah thought about it for another moment. “So, Mr. Pennyworth is an angel as well?”
“Yes. He has his own folks to deal with.”
“Like Ian?”
“Well I can’t really discuss that. That is Ian’s business.” Mrs. Pennyworth looked at Sarah with a twinkle in her eye. “He is a handsome man, isn’t it?”
“Now that his face isn’t swollen.”
“Maybe you should discuss your situation with him?”
Sarah gasped. “I don’t know him.”
“All the better.”
“Besides. I’m going to offer Mr. Snyder water rights for a fee. That should take care of the taxes.”
“You don’t want to do that.”
“Why ever not?”
“If you go down that road you might start a chain of events that can’t be undone. Wouldn’t it be better to look at what’s directly in front of you?”
“I need to get the taxes paid by Thursday. I know Arlan has the money.”
They stopped at a fork the road. If she headed right, she would end up at her farm. If she headed left, it would take her towards the Snyder farm.
“Think wisely child.”
“I can always ask tomorrow.”
“Good choice. Now head home and give some thought to marrying that young man.”
Sarah headed up towards her farm. She turned to ask Mrs. Pennyworth about Ian’s memory, but she was already gone.
It was an uphill climb to the farm, and by the time Sarah arrived at the front of the house she was winded.
“Miss Sarah!” Dell said running towards her.
“What is it, Dell?”
