A Wife For Ben

Stephanie nodded, her stomach grumbling in welcome of a meal. “It smells wonderful. I can’t believe I slept the day away.” Straits? She wondered just what Sunni meant by that statement and what Ben had told her.

She was also embarrassed that it was already dinnertime and she hadn’t awakened once during the day. Right now, however, what she really wanted was something to drink. Her throat still hurt, a painful reminder of the catastrophe that morning. But not just her throat hurt, she realized suddenly. For some reason so did the muscles in her arms and legs and back. Actually, she felt as if she’d run a marathon.

“Why don’t we go ahead and sit down and eat then,” Sunni said, interrupting Stephanie’s musings.

Ben dried his hands on a towel and crossed toward the dining room table. “I hear you met Sunni’s children.” He patted Sunni’s daughter on the shoulder as he passed her and rubbed Justin’s head. “Her husband, David, is offshore right now.” He stopped behind a chair, pulled it out and glanced at her. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to eat.”

Stephanie quickly crossed to the chair and allowed herself to be seated, surprised at the gesture but feeling oddly flustered.

Ben positioned himself next to his sister and then watched as the kids quietly pulled their napkins out and slipped them into their laps.

Well behaved, she’d give the kids that.

They immediately started dishing out food, however, which caused a problem with her daughter. Katie wasted no time in advising them how they had violated her routine. “Wait!”

Ben, who had just reached for the bread, paused, his eyes wide in surprise.

Stephanie blushed, not sure what to say. She knew exactly what the problem was.

“What is it, Katie?” Sunni asked before Stephanie had a chance to say a word.

“We can do it silently,” Stephanie offered.

Ben looked from one to the other. “Do what?”

“You didn’t pray,” Katie said, accusation in her voice. “You can’t eat until you do.”

It was obvious none of the others at the table had ever said grace before a meal. Sunni, however, smiled. “What a nice idea. Okay. Let’s pray. How do we do this now?”

Shocked, Stephanie thought surely Sunni was kidding. But the others didn’t look like she was kidding. Instead, they all stared at Katie.

“You have to bow your head like this.” Katie demonstrated by lowering her head until her chin touched her chest. She folded her hands and crooked her head, one eye opened and staring at them as she continued. “Then you close your eyes so no one can see you. Then you just talk.”

When she was certain they understood she scrunched her eyes shut. “Thank you, God, for this food. And that we aren’t hurt. And for Mommie and Mr. Ben and he saved our lives. Amen.”

Stephanie hadn’t been able to bow her head, she had been so stunned. She noted that Sunni had imitated Katie, as had her children. Ben belatedly tried to bow his head, but it was too late. With a sheepish glance at his sister he shifted the napkin in his lap.

“Amen,” Sunni echoed. “That’s very good manners, Katie. Do you think we can eat now?”

The sweet smile on Sunni’s face caused a reciprocal one to form on Katie’s. “Now we can.”

Sunni clapped. “Okay, everyone.”

Stephanie felt like apologizing but at the same time she was proud of her daughter. She hadn’t known what to do when they’d started to eat. Her daughter, however, hadn’t hesitated. And on top of that, Sunni had praised her.

Glancing up, she found Ben staring at her. He offered her a crooked smile. Relaxing, she decided to go on from there. She took a long sip of water, easing her dry throat, before accepting the chicken that was passed to her. She dished herself up something to eat.

“Did you teach Katie to do that, Stephanie?” Sunni asked as she passed the bread from her brother to Stephanie, pausing to put a piece on Justin’s plate.

“I suppose. It’s just something we’ve always done. Even at our church suppers we pray before our meals.”

“Oh. You go to church,” Sunni said, and started to cut up her son’s food.

“Yes. Down the road in Zachary, actually.”

“We’re not into church or religion,” Sunni confessed. “I guess I’ve never thought about it.”

She couldn’t believe Sunni had never been to church. “Never?”

“Well, we’ve been to a couple of funerals. But my husband and I were married by a justice of the peace. I’ve never been to Sunday service.”

Ben interrupted. “Our grandmother didn’t get out much.”

“Speaking of which.” Sunni cut in. “Do you have any friends we can call? Someone who might be worried about you?”

Stephanie filled her daughter’s plate, making sure to add some corn, Katie’s favorite, and then took a bite of the green beans she’d dished up for herself. “I guess I’m like your grandmother. I don’t get out much—just work and church. I don’t really get involved in church, not since…well…” She glanced at her daughter and changed the subject. “I know a few people in the business in Baton Rouge that I should contact, I suppose. They’re businesses I do contract work for on a regular basis.”

“What do you do?” Sunni asked.

Stephanie found herself relaxing as she sensed Sunni’s genuine interest in her.

“She’s into graphic designs and Web pages,” Ben said, tearing off a piece of roll and popping it in his mouth.

Well, that was close, Stephanie thought, smiling at Ben.

“I also do Internet advertisements, as well as other things,” she added.

“Ben, you should get Stephanie to design a Web site for your business,” Sunni said excitedly.

“I’m in discussions on that very subject,” Ben retorted, grinning.

Ben seemed so easygoing with his sister, al lowing her to rattle on, interjecting when he had a chance. He had obviously been very close to his sister growing up.

Sunni was a little older than her brother. The wrinkles around her eyes gave that away. Although she also had smile wrinkles around her mouth, her blue eyes sparkled with fun. Her short brown hair had some gray in it.

She didn’t look much like her brother, except for the smile.

“Your husband is offshore?” Stephanie asked, turning the topic from her to Sunni.

“Do you work, as well?”

“Oh, no. I’m a full-time mom. I used to work in banking, but I love staying at home,” Sunni said proudly.

“That’s why I like working out of my home,” Stephanie murmured, feeling a sudden connection with the woman.

“Isn’t that true. Being at home during the developmental years is so important. It’s tight sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.”

Ben chuckled. “I’m not sure how she does it.”

“Oh, you’re just too uptight around kids, Ben. You need to learn to loosen up and have fun.”

Stephanie could tell by the look on Ben’s face he had no idea how to be fun around kids. “I’ll stick with my buildings, thank you, sis.”

Sunni rolled her eyes. “You’d think after six years he would be used to kids. Of course, he works so much he rarely sees my angels.” Sunni managed to look down her nose at her brother. “I’ll break him of that one day.”

Katie giggled.

Stephanie smiled at her daughter, trying to picture Sunni and her brother standing toe to toe as Sunni railed at him for always working. Stephanie couldn’t picture it. Ben would tower over Sunni.

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