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and you can’t pick the time and place for His plans to come together.”
    “Believe me, Sheri, Clint Matlock is not the man God has waiting for me. Why, we’d never have any peace if that were so. We’d be fighting all the time. And besides, I’m not ready.”
    Sheri sighed and relaxed into the seat. “When will you be ready? It’s been a year since Dillon.”
    Dillon. Lacy tried not to think about him. Things had gotten better since her and Dillon’s breakup, but it still hurt to think about Dillon’s deception. She’d broken off their engagement when she’d realized that their life goals and faith were at odds with each other. She’d been determined to seek God’s total will in her life even if it meant sacrifice on her part.
    Still, Dillon’s quick marriage not three months later had shocked and hurt. It stung her ego that he could move on so quickly. “I don’t know when I’ll be ready, Sheri. I just know I’m not ready right now.”
     
    Lacy learned three things immediately: the diner had good food; the jukebox really did only play “Great Balls of Fire” and if plans were to be made, they were thought up over coffee at Sam’s Diner.
    “Norma Sue, you’ve got to work on that music box,” Esther Mae clucked as she scooted into the booth’s bench across the table from Lacy.
    Lacy watched Esther’s hair and thought for a minute that the thing might topple off her head. She even wondered if the triple-decker might be a wig. But then, after close inspection, she decided the diabolical-do was all Esther Mae’s.
    “Now, Esther, hold on,” Norma snapped. “You know I can fix small appliances.” She nodded toward the jukebox. “Does that there music box look like a toaster?”
    “I don’t understand why if you can fix my toaster you can’t figure out why only that one song plays on that machine.”
    “Esther Mae,” Adela interjected calmly, “Norma Sue said she can’t fix the jukebox. If she says she can’t, then she can’t. You’ll simply have to learn to tune the music out.”
    “Tune it out. Goodness gracious!” Esther shrilled along with Jerry Lee. “It’s kind of hard to tune out!”
    “Sorry, Esther Mae,” Lacy laughed. “I couldn’t help plugging another nickel into the jukebox. I love it!”
    Norma Sue eyed the jukebox like it had issued a personal challenge. “Sam, I’ll be back tomorrow to work that thing over. If more new folks come to town, they’ll be wanting to play it, too. So it needs to work, or it’ll drive us crazy.”
    Lacy caught the small smile on Adela’s lips. The little lady knew exactly what to say to get the job done.
    “Thank ya, Norm. I appreciate the help. I got a toaster out back that needs fixing while you’re here.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” Norma Sue said, shaking her head.
    “What’s the deal with the toasters?” Sheri asked, thumping two sugar packets together.
    Lacy would have asked, had she not been watching Sam curiously.
    Everything paused as he placed a china cup full of creamy coffee in front of Adela and then asked for orders. It was interesting to Lacy that Adela hadn’t asked for the coffee and also interesting that instead of the commercial ceramic mug everyone else in the place seemed to drink from, she received a dainty china cup. Also interesting was the plum color Sam turned when Adela smiled up at him in thanks. And although Lacy marked the scene in her memory as a point to ponder, no one else seemed the least bit surprised as they gave Sam their order.
    As soon as he moved away, Sheri hunched over the table on her elbows and said, “Tell the tale about the toasters.”
    Norma sighed. “It’s a long boring story. But I’ll make it short. I can fix the things and I never get any peace because of it.”
    “So are you the town handyman?” Sheri asked.
    “Woman,” Norma corrected with a snort. “Sadly for me, I can fix anything as long as its insides are similar to a toaster.”
    “Once,” Esther Mae piped in,