So I just wrote the scene where Marcy gave Jeremy a hard time at Rebecca’s grave, and though I was going to bring Marcy and Jonathan in yesterday, I had to do the updated post on the Native American series. But now that we’re done with that, we can move on with the meetings I plan to have with the characters from my current work in progress.
So Jonathan and Marcy, how often do you go to Rebecca’s grave to pay your respects?
Jonathan: Marcy has me go about once a month.
Marcy: Rebecca was your friend, too.
Jonathan: Not like she was yours.
Marcy, you and Rebecca were close.
Marcy: Yes, we were the dearest of friends. We’ve been close ever since we were children. When you’ve been that close to someone for all that time, it’s hard to say good-bye.
Do you think Jeremy said good-bye too soon?
Marcy: It hasn’t even been a full year, and he’s already grown attached to Jane.
Yes, but he did grieve Rebecca’s passing.
Marcy *shrugs*: Sure, he attended to her grave faithfully up until he decided he was falling in love with Jane. But like I said, it was too soon. He should have grieved for at least one full year.
To be fair, he only knew Rebecca for six months before he married her, and before you argue it was a year, I’m revising that part of the story. So he knew her for six months and married her. I’m not saying he didn’t love her because he did, but he didn’t know her as long as you did, and whether you like it or not, he’s always had the highest amount of respect for Jane. After Rebecca died, she was the only one he felt a connection with. It’s not unlikely that he should fall in love with her.
Marcy: I fail to see what’s so great about Jane. She would tag along with Rebecca everywhere like a shadow. I used to ask Rebecca to kindly leave her sister at home, and a couple of times, she would.
But not often enough?
Marcy: No. I have nothing in common with Jane.
Jonathan: Ask her to teach you how to make a cake. Jeremy says she makes the best cakes anyone’s ever tasted, and I’d like to see what all the fuss is about. Perhaps that will get things going between you and Jane.
Marcy: I don’t think so.
Why not? Maybe you two could swap recipes.
Marcy: I’d rather poke my eyes out with a fork.
Jonathan *grimaces*: That’s rather gross, Marcy.
Marcy: Ruth, I don’t know why you had me invite Jane over to my house and made me suffer through that meal. She had nothing interesting to say. She did what she always did whenever Rebecca was over. She cowered in the couch and didn’t say anything. To say I didn’t try is not doing me justice, but that’s the light you put me in. I did try. Many times. You just didn’t include all the times I made an attempt to talk to Jane while Rebecca was there.
Perhaps you intimidate her.
Marcy: There’s nothing intimidating about me.
Jonathan (mutters): That’s what you think.
Jonathan: Nothing, dear.
So we’ve established the fact that you don’t like Jane. Why did you like Rebecca?
Marcy: Rebecca was the kind of person everyone liked. She was sweet and good-natured. She never raised her voice. She always had a kind word to say, and she could carry on a conversation.
Really? What did you two talk about?
Marcy: Before we married, we’d discuss which gentleman to let call on us. She could have had several bachelors early on, but she was rather particular. Very few men suited all of her tastes.
So she was picky?
Marcy: I wouldn’t say picky. I’d say selective. You have to choose the right kind of man to marry, you know. He must have a stellar reputation.
So if the man she was interested in had some secret from his past like a mother who was a prostitute…?
Marcy *gasps*: Oh, Rebecca would have been devastated! Can you imagine if word ever got out about something so horrible? Thank goodness she married a preacher. Now there’s a man you don’t have to worry about. I told her so myself. I even checked into the Grahams’ history and they are people worth associating with.
You know, Mary, I’m surprised at you and Rebecca. You are two Christian women who’ve grown up being taught the importance of mercy and grace, and yet you two would have been devastated if your husband ended up in a situation with which he had no control over?
Marcy: You are wording it all wrong. The thing is that a woman needs a good, reliable man who will make a good father. You want your child to have the best ancestry. Haven’t you read that the sins of the father are passed down from one generation to another? Check that up in your Bible. It’s there, plain as day.
The Bible also says Jesus came for the sinners. He hung around some of the worst people in his day. In fact, one was a prostitute. She’s the one who anointed His feet with oil.
Marcy: I tire of this conversation. Why don’t you ask Jonathan something for a change?
Fine. Jonathan, what do you think of Jane?
Jonathan: I think she’s wonderful.
You don’t think she’s not sweet enough?
Jonathan: What a lot of people don’t realize is that Jane takes a stand for what she believes in. If she loves someone, she’ll go to the ends of the Earth for them. Jeremy’s quite lucky.
Marcy *clears throat and gives him a pointed look*
Jonathan: I’m lucky, too, dear.
Marcy: He is. I had two other men wishing to court me when he came calling. I chose him instead of Burt and George.
Jonathan: Yes, they look pretty happy with their wives. I wouldn’t feel too sorry for them.
Marcy: We’re done talking. I need to go to Mother’s to get my daughter.
Thanks for stopping by. It’s been a real eye-opening experience. I learned something about Rebecca I didn’t know before, and I’m the author.
Marcy: *looks uncertain but heads out*
Jonathan: *whispers* Ruth, I don’t suppose you could write a story similar to Jeremy’s but have me be the hero in it?
Jonathan: Coming, dear.