Dory
I met Jessica Meader Morris when I interview for a job as her mother's personal assistant. Her sister Sue was warm and inviting, but Jessica seemed a bit sharp and rigid. He mother, Georgie Hooper Meader, decided that she wanted me to work for her. We became the best of friends. I took her riding every day. One day we decided to visit Jessica at her home, in Eads. Upon arriving, I rang the doorbell and no avail no one was there. My senses were suddenly awakened by the sound of wind chimes. The summer breeze carried a fragrance of all the flowers that surrounded her home. The southern wind bowed the flowers enough for us to see Jessica hiding. Her hair was in disarray and her face was sweaty and dirty. She was holding a small gardening shovel. She had been weeding her beds. I yelled, "I see you! We laughed and laughed for years. Instantly, her rough edges were made smooth. I had been thinking of you. I wanted to call you. I know that your family is happy to see you again. May the Lord watch between you and me while we are apart. To God be the glory. Your friend Dory