Chapter 43

The following morning, I headed to church early. I wanted Sandy to come with me, but by the sounds of her light snoring I could see she’s not in any shape to go out. She came in a bit later than usual last night. I silently get ready, so I do not disturb her.

Then I took it upon myself to catch the subway and head to the early Mass. I have to admit it’s a bit nerve-wracking to step out so early in the morning, but I’m pleasantly surprised to see the streets aren’t that crowded on a Sunday morning.

Hmm, maybe I need to come to the earlier Mass more often.

Before too long I arrived at the church, and I sat in the back and listen while the priest speaks about love and about how our love for God, as expressed in our faith, will help us prevail in all things. This is just where I need to be.

As I walked back towards my dorm, the cool New York air embraced me, and I smiled. I was feeling a bit more upbeat now and decide to go all out with a delicious Sunday breakfast.

Hmm, I think my mom’s famous Sunday Brunch is just what I will make. 

This is something I always enjoyed from being back home. 

 I’m sure Sandy will love it.

As I scrounged around the kitchen, a half-asleep Sandy stumbled in. “Hey, girl, what time is it?”

“Oh, it’s about 10.”

“Gosh! I didn’t wake up for church!” Sandy exclaimed. “No, you were out.”

“Oh, Mia. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. I went to the early Mass.” “You did?”

“I didn’t want to wake you.” Oh my! Why didn’t I think of waking her? I began to feel a bit guilty, and I struggled to find the right words. “I, uh—”

“Oh, no worries, Mia.”

“I am sorry. I knew you got in late last night, and I figured you needed some rest.”

“Oh, no! Was I snoring?”

I took a bit to reply, “A little.”

“Oh wow. I’m sorry, Mia.”

“Well, I guess you had a great time.”

She nodded, and her cheeks flushed. “Yes, it was a blast.”

“I am glad.”

“Well, the other girls and I went to Dreams. On Saturdays, they have karaoke and dance night, and girls get discounts on drinks.”

I could tell Sandy enjoyed her night just from the way she smiled. “I’m happy for you.”

“Well, I think it would have been more fun if you had been there.” “I wasn’t up for that.”

She looked down. “I know, and I am sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” I tried to change the subject by directing Sandy towards the table.

“What is all this?”

“It is my own twist on my mom’s Sunday Brunch.”

She tilted her head back and inhales deeply. “Wow, everything smells so good.”

I tugged on her sleeve. “Well, check it out.”

Sandy can’t believe the large buffet of food on the counter. There’s a wide selection to choose from. She spread out her arms. “Mia, this all looks so good.”

“Well, I am here to go over our menu.” She grinned. “Please do, Chef Gerard.”

I smiled back at her. “We have poached eggs, boiled eggs, scrambled eggs, hash browns, grits, biscuits and gravy, bagels, toast, coffee, mango juice smoothie, and blueberry smoothie.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you could cook all this, Mia!” said an excited Sandy.

“Well, I don’t talk about it too much.” “This all looked so lovely.”

“There’s plenty to go around.” “Yes, there is.”

As we sat down and got ready to eat, we heard a knock on the door.

“Oh, who could that be?” asked Sandy. I moved toward the door. “I’ll get it.”

She smiled and started digging into the food. “Thanks.”

As I walked to the door, I wonder who could be knocking on a Sunday morning. To my surprise, it’s Henry Watson.


“Hey, Mia and Sandy.”

“Hey, Henry.” Sandy smiled and waved. “What brings you by?”

“I was coming to leave you these invitations to my gala, which will be coming up at the end of March.”

“Wow, a gala?” she said through a mouth full of hash browns. He nodded. “Yes, it will be my second one since last year.”

“Oh, thank you for the invite, Henry, I will be there.”

He let out a big smile. “Thank you, Sandy. Then he paused and turned to me. “What about you, Mia?”

I felt my cheeks getting hot, so I looked down at the floor. “Well, I hope so.”

“Thank you, ladies, and forgive me for interrupting you all this lovely Sunday morning.”

“Oh, that’s fine, Henry,” said Sandy. Then she whispered loudly, “Invite him to our brunch, Mia.”

I hesitated. I’m not quite sure I’m ready to invite Henry in, but I don’t want to be rude. I do my best to smile at him.

“Henry, if you aren’t too busy, would you join us for some brunch?”

“Why, thank you, ladies. I would love to join you, but I don’t want to impose.”

“No, it’s no trouble, Henry,” Sandy said. “Thank you. Then I would be delighted.”

I wasn’t expecting anyone else when I planned this Sunday Brunch. But Sandy must have some type of crush on Henry, so I decide to invite him in for her sake. Henry certainly does seem to enjoy her company, as well.

“Wow, everything smells so delicious, ladies.”

“Well, you can thank Chef Gerard,” exclaimed Sandy.

“I am sure I am going to love it all,” he said, grabbing a plate.

Sandy set down her fork for a moment. “So, tell us, Henry, did you ever have such a spread back in England?”

“Actually, my mum loves to cook. She did prepare some amazing dishes for us.”

“Oh, moms are the best. That’s how I learned how to cook,” I agreed.

“Yes, Mia, I agree.”

Henry raised his glass. “Well, I propose a toast. To our mums.”

I don’t think I enjoyed anything quite as much as hearing Henry speak.

“To our mums,” said Sandy, in a poor imitation of his British accent.

Henry thought it’s funny that Sandy and I love to mimic him. “Okay, Mia. I wanted to hear yours now.”

I shook my head. “Oh, Henry. I just can’t,” I said, using my best English accent.

He threw his head back and laughed again. “You gals really crack me up.”

Then we sat back and enjoyed our brunch, and Henry told us more about his big gala. As we all laughed, I’m so grateful to hear all about Sandy’s Valentine’s Day night. Henry had also stayed home last night to work on his paintings. More and more, I’m amazed by my friends. I know I will need them more than ever since the anniversary of Leo’s death was right around the corner. For now, I decided to enjoy this day.

Thank You for another incredible Sunday. I feel blessed.



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