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Today, Abigail, or Abby, as most people called her, found a different
solace in her fishing than usual. She needed to relax and do some serious thinking.
Her education wasn't the only thing confronting her. Tyler Greene, a boy she had
known her entire life, was going to take her out that evening. Abby's womanly intuition
had guessed that he was about to ask her to marry him.
"Dad would love that," she thought, aloud.
"Abby!" called Izumi from the house screen door, "Tyler is going to
be here soon! Shouldn't you be getting ready?"
"Just five more minutes!" negotiated Abby, flicking her line to a new spot
in the water, where she thought she saw some activity.
"Tyler is a good man," reasoned Abby. "He's a Christian, comes from
a solid family, is reasonably good looking, and has a promising future. Why, then,
don't I love him? What's wrong with me?"
As these troubling thoughts flooded her mind, a gentle breeze from heaven whispered
in her ear, "Wait."
The minutes flew by, and now it was John's voice calling to her across the beach,
"Abby! Tyler is here!"
"I'm coming!" shouted Abby, reeling in her line.
She put on her sandals and walked back to the house, her fishing pole casually swung
across one shoulder.
"Are you ready?" greeted Tyler, coming out to meet her.
"Sorry, Tyler," answered Abby, "I know I'm late. Just give me ten
minutes."
"All right," allowed Tyler, "but don't drag your feet. Dad's expecting
us to be there on time!"
Tyler's father had generously invited them to an "interesting" lecture
about the importance of meaningful fiscal reform in the banking industry. Except
for the imminent marriage proposal from Tyler, it looked to be a dull night out.
Ten minutes later, Abby was ready. The early evening sky was already changing hues
as she and Tyler got into the car and drove away.
"I think he's going to ask her, tonight!" John exclaimed to Izumi, as they
walked back inside from seeing the couple off.
"How do you know that?" asked Izumi, startled by this news.
"Didn't you see how Tyler kept nervously checking his pocket, as if he was making
sure the ring was still there?" asked John.
"No, I didn't," replied Izumi.
"You don't sound as though you approve," observed John, recognizing a look
of cautious hesitation in his mate.
"In the past, I've thought Abby and Tyler would make a perfect match, but, now..."
Izumi paused. "What makes you so sure Tyler's the one for our Abby?" asked
Izumi.
"Well," replied John, "everything points to him. They've known each
other all their lives, they're both Christians, and all four of their parents want
this to happen!" he added with a triumphant smile. John drew Izumi close to
him. "I know they'll be as happy as we are, Little Dove."
Izumi returned her husband's loving kiss, but something inside her wanted to run
after Tyler's car and stop him from proposing.
"Abby's education and future husband are already laid out for her," said
John. "All she has to do is go out and meet it."
Just then, there was a knock on the front door of the Johannes home. When John answered
it, he was greeted by Sheriff Peterson.
"Sorry to intrude on your evening, John," said Sheriff Peterson, "but
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