Minnie Goes to Heaven (113)

(a novel continued)

Several days later on her walk through the neighbourhood, Minnie heard a buggy coming up behind her. She stopped and looked around. 
“Hello prayer lady.” Carol said.

Carol told Minnie that her husband had come back the evening of the day they had prayed. “He’d been gone a whole week and suddenly he showed up back home. He said he was sorry. He said he had to work through some stuff. He said he realized I shouldn’t have to go through this alone. And—this is the big one—he said he loved me. He’s staying.”

“And the cancer?” 

“I see the doctor tomorrow. I know you prayed for healing, but even if I don’t get healed, it is so much easier to face this with my husband around.”

Then on the next street over Minnie came across a group of boys playing road hockey on roller blades. They were using a small black ball as the puck. As Minnie walked by the ball hit her hard in the side of the head. She saw stars. 

“You alright lady?” one of the boys asked.

“I don’t think so,” she managed as she sank to the sidewalk. The boys crowded around her. “Maybe we should call 911,” one of the boys suggested.

 “I'll  be  okay,.” Minnie slurred. “Maybe,  just  pray  for  me...”

One of the boys took her up on it, “Dear God, make this lady well. Amen.”

At once, Minnie felt her head clear, “Wow,” she said, “Help me up.” Two of the boys took her hands and pulled her up. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, thanks, and thanks for praying..”

The boys went back to their game. Minnie walked on. Her head felt perfectly fine. ‘Thank you Lord.’ 

She stopped at Shirley’s house. She knocked on the door. Shirley invited her in. Bea was sitting at the table. They were having coffee. “No wine today?” Minnie joked.