Ruby Lockhart rose early the day after Christmas. Her to do list resembled Santaâs naughty-and-nice list. Unlike him, though, her work was just beginning.
She stretched as she got out of bed and braced herself for the day. In a few hours, her sister Opalâs life would be forever changed. Little did she know, hers would be, too.
Yesterdayâs Christmas celebration had been memorable, with her sisters and the men they loved exchanging gifts and enjoying camaraderie after the festive meal that sheâd spent two days preparing. As the elder sister of Opal, Pearl and Amber, Ruby hosted the holidays, a habit theyâd cultivated after the loss of their mother five years ago. As tired as she had been last night, Ruby hadnât slept soundly. Last-minute details for the wedding occupied her mind throughout the night. Some would call her a control freak. She preferred to say she was proactive, doing her part to prevent any hitches.
She took the royal-blue jacket dress that sheâd bought for the wedding out of the closet in her bedroomâthe same room in which her parents had sleptâand hung it on the back of the door. Amber, her youngest sister, always said she should avoid all shades of blue, because it didnât flatter her dark skin, but Ruby didnât care; she loved blue. Besides, people seemed to pay more attention to her light-brown, almond-shaped eyes than to her clothes or anything else about her.
She tried on the dress to be sure that the hem reached the top of her shoes, never a certainty at her height of her five feet, nine inches. Satisfied with the dressâs fit on her trim, size-twelve figure, she called the bride-to-be and announced, âIâll be over in a couple of hours to check your dress.â
âThanks, but you neednât hurry. Pearl is here with me. Is Luther back yet? Itâs too bad he couldnât have Christmas dinner with us, but parents come first, especially on holidays.â
âI donât know about Luther. I havenât spoken with him.â
âYouâre not going to the wedding with him?â Opal asked, her tone incredulous.
âI never planned to. Anyway, heâll be there. You know he wouldnât miss it. Luther is as faithful as night and day,â Ruby said, with the assurance of a preacher quoting scripture.
âYeah,â Opal said, âprovided youâre not thinking of Alaska where you canât always count on daylight. Pearl just said that you can put my hair up.â
âGood. Iâll be over shortly.â In the meantime, Ruby could tick off a half dozen items on her mental to do list.
At five minutes of six and with her heart pounding in her chest, Ruby took her seat on the aisle of the third row in the Lakeview Baptist Church. When strains of âHere Comes the Brideâ began, Ruby turned and saw Opal, so beautiful that she seemed to wear a halo. An odd sense of peace enveloped Ruby, and she relaxed for the first time in days.
âAnd by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.â The Reverend Wade Kendrickâs words brought tears to Rubyâs eyes, and she smiled through the stream that bathed her face. She didnât think she had ever been so happy. Dâmarcus kissed Opal with the reverence of a man touching his newborn child for the first time. Ruby looked around, subconsciously seeking someone, anyone, with whom to share her happiness. Her gaze fell upon Luther who sat a short distance from her, and something quickened within her. Why was Luther looking at her with such a rapt expression on his face? Her eyebrows shot up, and he surprised her with a wink.
Ruby smiled at Luther, mainly because she always smiled at him, had since she was three and he was nine and she had followed him wherever and whenever he allowed. After the service, they met on the front steps of the church, and she hugged Luther as she usually did when they met. He stepped away from her quickly, and she gazed up at him with what she knew was a quizzical expression.
âIâll see you at the reception.â He patted her shoulder and walked away with a limp that was barely noticeable.
âWhatâs wrong with Luther?â
Ruby turned to see Amber standing beside her. âI donât know. He acted kind of strange.â However, she didnât dwell on that. Luther was Luther, the Rock of Gibraltar, and she didnât doubt that he would always be that way, and always be there for her and her sisters.