The Rosaries (Crossroads Series) by Sandra Carrington-Smith Page A

Melody giggled.
    “Hmmm…everybody gets a strike of good luck in life. You were just smart enough to see your chance passing by and you jumped on the wagon before it was gone.”
    “Well, I’d better hurry on.”
    “Oh, wait, I am making coffee.”
    Mario glimpsed at his watch. “Can I take that to go?”
    “Coming up.” Melody opened one of the cupboards and took out a travel mug. She filled it with coffee and handed it to him. “Here you go. Have a great day, Honey.”
    Mario took the mug and brushed her lips with a kiss. “You too. I love you.” And with that he was gone.
    Melody poured a cup of coffee for herself and walked outside on the porch. It was a glorious morning, warm and peaceful. She sat on one of the rockers, took a sip, then looked around the front yard. Mario had mentioned hearing noises last night. Was someone here? And if they were, what could they want? She thought about Charlie, the old farmhand who was senselessly killed by a vagrant after Charlie caught him sleeping in the barn two years before. She focused her attention on the steaming cup in her hands. If someone was looking for something at the farm, she wasn’t going to worry about it this morning. Right now she just wanted to enjoy the peace and know that everything was well in her world, even if she knew in her heart that the peaceful feeling wasn’t going to last much longer.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Lakeisha Jackson walked into the small post office near the Bouvier house, and hoped it was the right one. Since she didn’t have a car, she wasn’t fond of venturing across town if she had a choice in the matter. The post office was situated in an old house, and she found comfort in the fact that the postal workers standing behind the counter looked about as ancient as the building itself. She appreciated the wisdom of old people, and felt that if decisions were left more to the elderly we would live in a better world – definitely a more peaceful one. No other patrons were inside when she walked in, so she headed straight to the counter, holding the small silver key in her hand.
    “Good morning Ma’am” The silver-haired gentleman nodded politely from behind the counter, “can I help you?”
    “Yes. My niece sent me this key and asked me to go retrieve her mail, but I forgot what location she told me. You know how young people are…I hate to ask her again.”
    The man nodded in understanding, as if Lakeisha had spoken an undeniable truth.
    “Could you tell me which post office would have this box, just by looking at the key?”
    He took the key from Lakeisha and looked at the number.
    “You are in luck, Miss. It’s at this location.”
    Lakeisha was relieved. “For real? Oh, that’s wonderful! Now I don’t have to take the bus or catch a cab just to fetch my niece’s mail. Where are the boxes located?”
    The gentleman pointed at the hallway around the corner from the counter. “Right that way, Ma’am. You just need to find the one with a number that matches your key. Simple as pie.”
    Lakeisha nodded her head in respect. “Thank you so much, Sir.”
    He nodded and went back to weighing some packages stacked up on the side of his work station.
    She walked toward the boxes and looked at the key to see the number. The matching box was to her left, so she inserted the key in the lock and turned it until the box opened to reveal a postcard from London and a travel magazine. Strangely enough, the photo on the cover of the magazine featured the London Eye, a giant Ferris wheel situated near the Thames River in London. Two apparently unrelated items indicating London…could it be coincidence? Lakeisha felt suddenly nervous. She sensed that something bigger than her was at work and she hoped it was something she could handle. She shook her head the moment doubt crossed her mind. If God put her in charge of a certain task, then she was pretty sure she also had the means to take care of it – they didn’t make