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Candy smiled at Warren Greely as he sat down across the table from her. This was fast becoming a habit. Warren and she talking in the fellowship hall during a singles function on Saturday nights at the church.
She was really beginning to like Warren. She hoped he felt the same about her. Apparently there was some attraction for he seemed to search her out in the crowd. He must like her company. It warmed her to think so.
Smiling in return, Warren winked. Is this place taken?
Candy blushed. It is now.
Come on, Candy! I need a ride. My car is in the shop. Christa was up to begging if she had to. She needed a ride to the party. She didnt want to miss all the fun. Just this once?
Candy and Christa had been college buddies. Theyd been through a lot together. Done a lot of partying. But Candy had moved on. She was trying to straighten up her life, correct her mistakes. I dont party anymore, Christa. Ive made a new life for myself.
You dont have to party, just take me and hang around til Im ready to go. You dont have to drink, smoke pot or go upstairs with anyone. You can enjoy the food
or read a book if you want to. Id do it for you. Pleeeease? Christa knew how to make you feel indebted.
Candy succumbed. Alright, alright! But be glad its on Saturday afternoon, cause I have plans for that night.
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Candy felt out of place at the party. She no longer enjoyed the things that were going on around her. She felt uneasy as she was approached, more than once, to smoke a joint or check out the bedrooms upstairs. She tried to mingle and be friendly, but she had a bad feeling about being here.
She lost all track of time, and she certainly didnt know where Christa was. It was getting late and in a couple of hours, she needed to be ready for the singles function at church. She began to make a real effort to find Christa. She needed to get out of here.
She finally found Christa in a smoke-filled room with ear-splitting music coming from a stereo. But Christa wasnt ready to go yet. She became loud and began using abusive language. It was all Candy could do to steer her toward the door leading to the front of the house. With a stumbling Christa leaning on her arm, Candy threw open the heavy door, allowing the music to scream out to the street.
There she stood, Christa plastered to her side, loud music penetrating from the room behind her, feeling guilty enough already. But just as she looked up a red sports car drove slowly by, just in time for her to glimpse the shocked expression on a familiar face. Warren Greely!
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Candy went to the singles affair in spite of her shame. Any hope she had for a relationship with Warren had been dashed by that quick glimpse of his face as he passed by that house Saturday afternoon. How could she have been so foolish?
She saw Warren the minute she walked into the fellowship hall. He was talking to a group of young men and women over by the coffee stand. As soon as he saw her, his expression changed and he turned his back to her, continuing his conversation with the group of young people.
Candys heart dropped. She knew shed been branded by her choice of companions. It would take a long time to work through this one. But she had to try. Shed made a great mistake this afternoon, but God had promised to never leave her. He knew her heart, and shed learned the hard way about making better choices in friends.
Is this seat taken?
Candy looked up into the face of Stuart Carey. It is now, she smiled; taking note that God is a God of second chances. Theres still hope for me. Thank you, Lord.
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