|Temperance lives by (verbumdomini) wrote in repose,|
@ 2018-01-03 01:05:00
|Entry tags:||*log, claire johnson, steve mcrory|
Who: Steve and Claire
What: They're going to touch each other a little bit.
Where: Catholic Church
When: Backdated: Christmas Midnight Mass
The church was lit up bright against the dark cold bite of winter outdoors. Peace and good will flowed through the air on the buzz of conversation that always warmed the energy of community before Mass. The sanctuary effect that surrounded the grounds was still in full swing and the congregation was generally soothed by the aura as they gathered for the celebration of the Holy day. Angels We Have Heard On High rang softly from piano to welcome people as they milled inside to find a spot in the pews to sit. The church was never as full as it was around Christmas, but there were many regulars that chose the midnight service over one of the Masses that would come in the morning.
Far dressier than she would be at work yet still wearing her signature gloves, Claire sat at her usual spot towards the back of the church. Where she normally prayed before Mass, tonight she was chatting with Grace who was sitting right in front of her. Grace was one of the Sunday School teachers, and noted among the children due to her raspy voice from the bleach she'd tried to guzzle when her husband left her. She was doing better now, and Claire had been impressed with her strength and faith that had come with surviving. Steve's seat had been saved with the hymn book that Claire's fingers fidgeted with the cover of as she tried to remain calm while waiting. To say she was nervous about what they were going to do would be an understatement, yet there was still that overwhelming joy that her prayers had finally been answered by Steve's offer.
A tentative glance over her shoulder to look for Steve coming in the door was interrupted by Grace's reassurance that whoever Claire was waiting on would be there. Claire wasn't particularly worried about attendance as much as second thoughts. Though any time a pit of anxiety opened in her stomach, it quickly paved over by the wave of peace that ebbed and flowed through the air. He would be there. She believed.