One side was obviously for her, while the other was for me. How quaint.
I did not like the vibe that I was repeatedly getting from my Creator. Why was He doing this to me?
"I don't understand any of this! These clothes, their my size and and…… why is all this happening?" Maria finished with in exclamation.
I looked up at her, "It would appear that we were meant to be together."
Something flashed in her eyes for a moment and then she was quickly looking away from me. She knew something that she wasn't telling me. I'd let it go for now, but later I would need to know what it was.
"I believe you have everything you need here. Enjoy your shower and then I'll get one and we'll go to dinner."I said.
Maria nodded and grabbed what she needed and quickly went to the bathroom and closed the door. I waited for it, but it didn't happen. She didn't lock the bathroom door.
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Maria stood staring at the door. She wanted to lock it, but it felt wrong to somehow. To lock it was to say she didn't trust him, but she had to trust him. Her life could easily depend on it.
Maria resolutely turned her back to the door, but a nervous shiver swept up and down through her.
She stripped down till she was naked. She looked at the pile of heavenly appointed clothes laying on the counter and tears came to her eyes as she acknowledged the truth of the fact that God knew what size clothes she wore and even her sense of style.
Maybe that sounded like a simple thing, but it wasn't. It meant a lot to know that if the Creator cared for the small details that He had to have the bigger ones taken care of as well.
Maria wiped at her tears and stared at herself in the mirror for a long moment before softly saying, "I'm not ready."
"I know." Came the soft response that thrilled her with its authority.
Maria turned to the side and caught sight of the bruise on her hip. She ran her hand over the two scars and the mottled bruising that surrounded them, which bore evidence of how Elon had saved her.
His hand had been pressed there giving her a second chance at life somehow. The scarred area really wasn't even all that noticeable as a blemish, especially for an action that had saved her life.
He'd said that she had the ability to learn and do what he had done. She really didn't want to think about that or what else it was capable that she might learn from Elon. She just wanted a shower and then a bed, with food somewhere in between.