CAYMAN SUMMER (Taken by Storm) (24 page)

Aunty Jaz grins and winks at me. “Read that book and pray.”

I close it up and hand it back to her.

She pushes it to me. “You keep it. My gift.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

I put it away before Leesie returns.

Read the book and pray.

How hard can that be?

LEESIE’S MOST PRIVATE CHAPBOOK
POEM #97, SABBATH SURPRISE

Sunday.

Church.

Michael holds the silver

bread tray for me until

I take

a tiny white crumble

and put it in my mouth.

I chew slowly, waiting

for a lightening bolt

to fry me in my seat.

I close my eyes, feel

Michael’s fingers winding

around mine.

Did You know he would

be such a miracle?

The heavens don’t answer.

I’m left to ponder until it’s

time for the water.

I don’t hesitate at this

second emblem of renewal.

I feel it washing me inside

as it trickles down my throat.

Michael senses success,

squeezes my hand.

He cares so much

that I find my way

back to a Savior

he doesn’t

admit exists.

Is he pretending?

Is this all show for me—

so I can get that crutch

back under me?

I want it to be

as real as the intensity

his gray eyes reveal

when he catches

mine and smiles.

After dinner at Jaz’s,

while she snores on the couch

with her bandaged foot propped

on a tower of pillows balanced

on a wispy coffee table,

Michael sits beside me

on the step that leads to

a kitchen full of dirty dishes

that I need to wash.

I lean into him and inhale

his presence.

His lips rest on the top of my head

for a moment and then

he carefully places an open

Book of Mormon in my lap.

“I don’t get this part.” He

points to a verse.

“Can you help me?”

I sit up, study his face.

My eyes find his and hold them.

“You’re reading this?”

Tears threaten and a lump

in my throat chokes off my words.

He did this on his own? all alone?

Without me?

I sniff and pull a ragged tissue from my pocket.

He kisses my forehead. “Aunty Jaz told me

about the test at the end.”

I try to stay calm, match his nonchalance,

focus on the page open in my lap—

Lehi’s dream? My fingers smooth

over the page as my heart

beats loud enough for him to hear it.

“What do you think so far?”

“I don’t know I just started.”

His arms go around me.

“More action than I expected.

I thought holy guys were wimps.”

I snuggle into his embrace. “Not Nephi.”

“Yeah.” He raises a hand to his throat.

“That dude’s dangerous.”

“We don’t chop off heads at midnight.”

He laughs and stretches his legs out.

“Do you think I’m Laman or Lemuel?”

“The bad boys?” I frown at him. “No way.”

“Who then?”

“Sam?”

“No.”

I hunch over thinking, with elbows

on my knees and my chin in my palms.

“I know”—I sit up and twist to face him—

“You’re Zoram.” He looks puzzled.

I flick the pages back, searching.

“The guy they capture and force

to come along. Here.” I point to the verse.

He reads and shakes his head. “That’s what

I thought. Join us or die.”

I lean close and press my lips to his.

“That’s not your choice.”

He holds my face against his.

“Join us or lose you.”

I kiss him again.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Even if,” he murmurs across

my mouth, “this test is a flop?”

I bow my head onto his shoulder.

“Have you prayed yet?”

“I’m on page fourteen.”

I look up. “So?”

“Don’t I have to finish

the whole thing first?”

I take his face between by hands

“Pray ever time you open the book.”

He leans forward and kisses me.

“Like now?”

We kiss again. “Uh-huh.”

He sits up, serious now.

“Can you do it?”

“No.” I push his hair out of his face.

His eyes move away from mine.

“You know I don’t believe

I’m talking to anybody.”

I take his hands and whisper,

“Then what will it hurt?”

He bows his head, closes his eyes.

“Dear Leesie’s God-guy,

Can you get her to explain

this dream bit to me? Amen.”

I squeeze his hands.

“I could call the elders. The guys

at the branch are nice.”

“Nope.” He lifts my hands to his lips.

“This is just between you and me.”

“And my God-guy.”

We sit side by side and bend

our heads over the verses.

“Lehi’s boys couldn’t figure the dream

out, either. The naughty ones sat around

and complained. Nephi prayed and look”—

Michael’s eyes follow as my fingers turn the pages—

“the Lord answered.”

He picks up the book and reads.

“This is talking all about Jesus.

He wasn’t in the dream.”

“The Tree of Life is God’s love.”

I point to the verse.

“Nephi received a vision of Christ

because His mission to earth

is the greatest manifestation

of the Father’s love for us.”

“But aren’t they the same guy?

I know that much from Gram’s church.”

“No.” I flip to a picture of the First Vision.

“Father and Son—just like you

and your dad—with bodies like

ours, but perfected—Eternal.

Glorified.”

He strokes my cheek.

“And you’re His daughter?”

I kiss his fingers.

“And you’re His son.”

“Like President Bodden’s blessing?”

“You remember that?”

His smoky gray eyes grasp mine.

“I can’t forget it.”

I put my arms around him and draw

him close. “Thank you—for trying my world.”

I kiss him with all the love in my heart.

He hangs onto me. “Don’t let go or I’ll panic.”

“Don’t worry.” I squeeze him. “I’ve got you.”

He rests his forehead on mine.

“What if you’re God doesn’t speak to me?”

I shake my head in wonder that he

doesn’t see what’s so clear.

“He already has or we wouldn’t be here.”

Michael draws away. “That’s my mom.”

I pull him back close.

“She’s on His side.”

Chapter 27

Q&A

MICHAEL’S DIVE LOG – VOLUME 10

Dive Buddy:
Leesie

Date:
06/29

Dive #:
--

Location:
Grand Cayman

Dive Site:
Aunty Jaz’s

Weather Condition:
hot

Water Condition:
the only water I’m in is what’s thick in the air

Depth:
too deep

Visibility:
murky