Restoreth My Soul (Psalm 23 Mysteries) by Debbie Viguié Page A

in sight?”
    “None,” he confirmed. “And then, then they decided to actually fight about how they were going to handle advertising this year.”
    “Oh no!” Cindy said, her hand flying to her mouth. “I was kidding when I said they were going to take it out on her. She’s usually the only bulletproof person on staff.”
    “Well, apparently she showed up to work today without her magic, bullet stopping vest. She offered a solution that would meet both of their needs and instead of thanking her they both lit into her, accusing her of playing favorites.”
    “What happened after she said she quit?”
    “Roy said she’d always been a flake and Gus said that in a couple of months she’d be marrying a rich guy who could take care of her so there was no need to worry about her.”
    “You’re kidding me,” Cindy whispered.
    “I wish I was.”
    “This is ridiculous. Their feud is tearing us apart.”
    “I know.”
    “First it’s going to decimate the staff and next the church.”
    “I know.”
    “We have to find a way to stop them.”
    “I couldn’t agree more,” Dave said fervently. “I just don’t know what that is at this point.”
    A text came in on Cindy’s phone. She grabbed it out of her purse and looked at the screen. It was a message from Geanie. I’m home , it read.
    Cindy felt a little bit of relief. Geanie had been in no condition to be driving or wandering around by herself. At least she was somewhere safe which gave her a couple of minutes to think about what her next move should be.
    Somewhere not that far off a door slammed hard enough that it shook the building.
    “I guess one of them has left,” Dave noted.
    Cindy stood. “I’m taking the rest of the day off. I need to go be with Geanie.”
    “Okay, but what about the office?”
    Cindy grabbed a piece of paper and a black marker off Dave’s desk and wrote Closed for the rest of the day on it. Next she grabbed a couple of pieces of tape and headed out of Dave’s office.
    He stood and followed her through the Youth Room. “I agree it’s the right thing to do, but Roy will be upset.”
    Cindy clenched her jaw. “Then he and Gus both just have to learn to live with the consequences of their actions.”
    She left the room and moments later she was taping the sign on the front of the office door. She walked in, saw that there was no one inside and turned off the coffee pot and the lights. Then she headed back out, locking the door behind her.
    She marched out to the parking lot and got in her car. She stared at the entrance to the church for a moment, debating about locking the gates, but decided whoever was there last could handle that matter.
    She knew she should tell Roy that she was leaving, but this was her own private act of rebellion. Besides, she reasoned, seeing him while they were both this upset would be a dangerous thing. Who knew what she might actually say to him.
    He would figure it out for himself soon enough. In the meantime, she had a friend to take care of.
    Minutes later she was walking in the door of her house. Geanie was already in pajamas sitting on the couch in the living room with an entire tub of cookie dough ice cream.
    Cindy kicked off her shoes, dropped her purse on the table and went to sit beside her. Wordlessly Geanie handed her an extra spoon.
    Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. Cindy got up to answer it. Joseph was standing there wearing golfing clothes. He came in and made a beeline for Geanie. He sat down on her far side and she handed him a third spoon.
    She was prepared , Cindy couldn’t help but think as she sat back down and reclaimed her spoon.
    They made it to the bottom of the tub of ice cream before any of the three of them said a word. Geanie took the last bite, set the empty carton down on the coffee table, and leaned back against the couch.
    “This sucks,” she said.
    It was like a spell had been broken. Both Cindy and Joseph started asking questions at the same