JUNE 16, 1861

Sean finally put down his pen. He had spent days trying to get the sermon for the first Sunday in the new church building perfect. The accident that had left his daughter with a broken arm and her best friend a broken leg had been a huge distraction.  The girls were milking it for everything. If he didn't know any better he would think they had two little matchmakers on their hands. Every time one would call out the other one would too, and Destiny and Sean kept bumping into each other, quite literally on a couple of occasions.

Brianna knew that her dad was working hard and that he was nervous about the sermon tomorrow, so she told him to try out the sermon on her, Miss Destiny and Jemima first. Sean agreed but only after the girls promised that they would still listen in church tomorrow. If he saw them not listening and acting up, he would call their names out in front of everyone. Brianna told Jemima that her dad would do it, too, because he had done it a couple of times where they used to live.

Destiny sat between the two girls as they listened to Sean practice his sermon. She watched the girls rub the many bruises they had gotten from the accident at the school. Looking at the girl on her left, Brianna had her arm in a sling to protect the cast from getting bumped. She had a concussion and many cuts, bumps, and bruises, but she seemed to be healing well.

Looking over to her right at her own daughter, Jemima had a cast on her leg. She also had a concussion and many cuts, bumps, and bruises too. She was also healing fast, but then she always did from normal childhood accidents. With a sigh of relief, Destiny was grateful that the accident had happened with only a few days left in school before they got out for the summer.

Miss Beaudreaux had come by to see the girls, and she was glad that they were ok. Destiny was happy that both girls had passed and wouldn't miss anything that important, and she was grateful that the girls would be back to their normal selves soon.