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    “Come on, Harold,” Mrs. Simpson said, as she helped her husband with his helmet. “Let’s leave this young lady alone so she can get home and eat. Besides, Jerry’s expecting us back for dinner soon.” She turned back to Amanda. “He’s cooking tonight. Isn’t that great? Our son knows how to cook.”
    “Back when we first met, my wife here did all the cooking,” Mr. Simpson said. “But times are changing. Maybe you can come over sometime and Jerry can cook for you.”
    Mrs. Simpson shook her head. “Please forgive my husband.” She gave him a look of displeasure. “But like I was saying, Jerry took a cooking class so we wouldn’t have to eat out all the time.”
    Amanda couldn’t help but giggle. “That’s wonderful.”
    “I like eating out,” Mr. Simpson said.
    “Come on, Harold; let’s go.”
    Mr. and Mrs. Simpson grinned and waved as they took off down the street, while Amanda stood and stared after them. What a nice couple. The man was a little crotchety and the woman was on the bossy side, but she found them rather charming.
    Amanda started to turn toward home when she noticed a thin black wallet lying on the ground a few feet away. She picked it up and hesitated for a moment before opening it. Even though it was obviously lost and the only way to find the rightful owner was to look inside, she still felt like a voyeur.
    Smack dab in front, in a window compartment, was a picture. She turned it so she could see the faces of what appeared to be a family of five with a younger version of the elderly couple she’d just met sitting in the midst of two young boys and a girl. The ground seemed to shift beneath her a little as she thumbed through more pictures showing a progression of time until present-day. When she got to what looked like a current picture of Jerry Simpson’s smiling face, she experienced a quickness of breath. This was clearly Mrs. Simpson’s wallet, and she needed to return it—after dinner.
    As she closed the distance between herself and her small house facing the side street, she realized that knowing that Jerry had brought his parents on vacation made her like him even more. Well, she didn’t exactly know him well enough to like him that much, but he’d always been very polite…and of course, very good-looking. And the way he looked at her was…well, heart-stopping. She scurried home and was met at the door by her sister, who snatched the bag from her.
    “Who were those people on the bike?” Lacy said, as she rummaged through the sack and pulled out her sandwich and chips. “Mm, my favorite—cheese-flavored Sun Chips.”
    “Jerry Simpson’s parents. Apparently he’s been renting the tandem bicycle for them.”
    Lacy lifted an eyebrow. “I wonder if he’s married.”
    “He’s not.” Amanda found a plate and put her sandwich on it as she thought of a different, more comfortable subject. She didn’t want to mention the wallet, since she planned to return it without making a fuss. “So, did you figure out what to do about Timmy?”
    “You don’t wanna hear about that now,” Lacy replied.
    “Sure I do. I told you we’d figure out something together.” Anything to change the subject . Amanda took a bite of her sandwich and pointed to the spot on the table adjacent to where she was sitting. After she swallowed, she used her most authoritative glare and nodded toward the chair. “You know it’s not good for your digestion to eat over the sink.”
    “Okay, okay.” Lacy pulled a plate from the cupboard and joined her sister.
    Amanda bowed her head and hoped Lacy would take the hint and do the same. She’d tried to talk to her little sister about faith issues, but Lacy usually accused her of preaching. As it was, Lacy at least went to church occasionally. She’d threatened to stop going altogether if Amanda pressured her.
    When Amanda opened her eyes after the blessing, she couldn’t tell if Lacy had just sat there and waited or