|Why do I have the sinking feeling we shouldn’t?
"I understand he’s divorced." She puts her head to the side. "As are you."
Is that a judgmental gleam in her eye? I nod warily. "That’s right."
"Divorce." She shudders. "Messy."
Is she speaking from personal experience or just trying to make me feel bad? "Yes, it is."
"The two of you are pretty serious."
"And yet..." She looks to my left hand. "...no engagement ring."
Was that really necessary? Pretending an engagement ring is the farthest thing from my mind–which it most certainly is not–I shrug. "Based on the failure of our past marriages, we’re taking our relationship one step at a time." As in trudging.
She nods. "Wise. As everyone knows, the baggage that comes with divorce can be preeetttty heavy."
Even as I offer the obligatory nod, I find myself frowning. Baggage–it’s what’s holding Nick back, isn’t it? Surely it’s not me. Or maybe it is. Maybe he isn’t as serious as I am. Maybe–
"I’m pleased you’re still with us, viewers," Janine says. "I have another one for you."
What issues do you think Adda and Nick must confront and resolve before they commit to each other? Before they "tie the knot"?
This time the groan escapes. Catching my breath, I glance at Janine. Though she continues to face the camera, the tightening of her mouth reveals my slip didn’t go unnoticed. Hoping the camera was on her when the sound escaped, I sit straighter, cross my legs, and force a smile that sharply contrasts with the anxiety zip-zinging through me. First, talk of Intrepid’s venture into the Christian market, now of Nick and Adda’s venture into marriage. How long before Nick gets wind of this?
"Your personal assistant told me you’ve been witnessing to her," Janine says.
Feeling as if my smile is glued to my teeth, I meet her gaze. "Oh?" And just when did she and Angel talk? I thought it was Janine’s assistant who set up the interview.
"I called her this afternoon before your arrival at the station and–" Janine makes elegant quotation marks in the air "–picked her brain."
Forgot to mention that, hmm, Angel? Of course, maybe I’d already left for the interview....
Tugging at the waistband of my sagging composure, I sweep my palms up. "I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘witnessing’".
"Well, as a new Christian, I’m hardly qualified."
She cocks her head, considers me a seemingly thoughtful moment, then says, "I understand Angel is a Gothic."
Great. "Uh...she definitely likes the color ‘black’."
"And body piercings."
"So how has she responded to the good news of Christ?"
Smile, Adda. Keep smiling. "She’s...interested." But not interested enough to accept Josh’s New Testament that I offered recently. Not that I was offended. Well, maybe I was offended. A little.
"Glad to hear it," Janine says, then once more leaves me for the camera.