She shook her head. Something was wrong. Something wasn’t as it should be. Where was Lily? WHERE WAS SHE? Edith suddenly felt the desperate need to see Lily but…where was she?
She took a deep breath. “I need my sweater. I’ll get my sweater and then I’ll go find Lily.” Edith got halfway back to her room on her mission to fetch her sweater when she suddenly remembered the sweater wasn’t back there after all. She reversed course, headed for the front of the house, grabbed her sweater, and went out the door. All she kept thinking was Lily. Everything will be ok when I get to Lily.
The first knock, hardly even a rap, didn’t even penetrate the musical haze surrounding him. The second knock caught him by surprise. That sharp, staccato sound wasn’t expected…especially not before noon on a Saturday. The only people that used that door were family and close friends and none of them ever saw the need to knock.
“Hold on,” he hollered as he stretched to turn down the music. That long, lithe teenage body unfolded itself out of the chair and he answered the door. As the door swung open, his confusion only increased. The woman standing there was tiny or seemed that way to him. Her soft, grey curls barely reached the bottom of his chin and she definitely wasn’t anyone he recognized. “Can I help you?”
“My daughter. Have you seen my daughter?” Her voice quavered a bit and barely reached his ears.
She responded a bit louder, “My daughter…have you seen my daughter? I can’t find my Lily.”
He wasn’t quite sure how to handle this. The old lady obviously needed help. That much was clear. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he needed his mom to handle this but, he also knew she’d kick his ass if he left someone standing at the door. Rick needed a messenger.
“Hey Cam,” Rick yelled, “Go get mom. Tell her there’s a lady here looking for her daughter.”
Rick gave an almost audible sigh of relief when Cam and their mom came into the room not a minute later. He gladly turned the door over to his mom, settled back into his chair, and stuck his ear buds in so the music wouldn’t bother his mom as she helped the old lady.
Annie had just settled into her chair with two of her favorite things…a large cup of coffee and a good book. She loved Saturday mornings. Every other day had her rushing out of the house to get the boys to school or Sunday school but not on Saturday. Saturdays were for sleeping in. Once the boys’ noise dragged her out of bed, Saturdays were for reading, relaxing, and endless cups of coffee. She had only read about 10 pages when the sudden silence surprised her. Rick never turned down his music without her intervention.
Curiosity got the better of her. Annie had just flipped her Nook back to the home screen and uncurled herself from her chair when Cam skidded around the corner. “Mom, mom, there’s a lady here looking for her daughter. Rick wants you. What should we do?” With those words, Annie’s quiet Saturday disappeared before her eyes.