Maeve's Symphony

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Copyright

Dedication

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Praise

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Thank you

Maeve's Symphony

 

 

Marianne Evans

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

 

Maeve's Symphony

 

COPYRIGHT 2014 by Marianne Evans

 

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Publishing History

First White Rose Edition, 2014

Electronic Edition ISBN 978-1-61116-442-8

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

 

To Lisa Drummond: Always and forever you are my sister in spirit. Love ya' lady.

 

Be sure to pick up all the Sisters in Spirit stories

 

Aileen's Song

Siobhan's Beat

Kassidy's Crescendo

Maeve's Symphony

 

Praise

 

 

"Does it make a difference to rely on the Lord for strength and help? Can you find peace in difficult times? You'll find out when you read
Search & Rescue
. If you like loveable characters, then I recommend you drop by
Sal's Place
. You'll be glad you did!" ~ Sherry K. Love2Read Novels Book Review

 

Devotion

"...There were so many things about this story that I appreciated that I am just going to say, you need to read this book." ~ That's a Novel Idea

 

"...a book with a real message that will leave you filled with hope.
Devotion
is so very worth reading." ~ Long & Short Book Reviews

 

I love it when a short story can transport me to a different country and allow me to experience the culture and holiday festivities. Marianne Evans is a gifted writer who has done just that in
Finding Home
. Peter and Alexa will warm your heart. ~ Author Carla Rossi

 

You will find, as you read, a love so tantalizing you will want to dig deeper into God's intriguing word. I know I did. ~ Renette S. on
Search & Rescue

 

 

 

 

Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. ~
Psalm 51:10

Prologue

 

Seven Years Ago

Bedecked in a white, ruffled peasant blouse and traditional Scottish tartan, Maeve Callahan swished the skirt of her costume as she sang, launching into a set of soft, dreamy spins that took her across the stage of the Westerville High School auditorium.

Introductory lyrics to ‘Waitin' for My Dearie' poured from a spot deep in her soul. She came to rest upon a prop bench that was part of the interior of Fiona MacLaren's home in the musical classic, Brigadoon. She wished, and not for the first time, that she possessed the level of dance skill possessed by her friend Siobhan Douglas. The first set of dress rehearsals for the mid-winter musical had just kicked off, and this was her senior year. She wanted to dazzle.

Her boyfriend, Josh Andrews, was tucked into his usual spot in a seat at the back of the theater. She spotted him from the corner of her eye as she continued to perform, and a thrill beat through her body that timed perfectly to the song she now sang with even greater emotion and emphasis. For, he was her love—the “dearie” she'd live forty lives to claim as her own.

His feet were propped against the back of the chair in front of him, and a textbook rested open on his lap. He was supposed to be studying for Bio mid-terms; instead, he remained visibly caught up in her performance. He waited for rehearsals to end, ready to take her home afterward. Maeve didn't have a car of her own; her parents couldn't afford it, but Josh took care of her, and always had—ever since freshman year. Now, the end of high school inched closer with every rise in the temperature, with every lengthening of the day. Ironic that longer days passed so quickly when college and life-changes loomed with such uncertainty.

Except for the love she felt Josh.

When rehearsal ended, Maeve dashed up the aisle and Josh stood. She was breathless and still stirred by the joy of performing, but quickly realized he held his cell phone to his ear. Josh offered his free hand and tugged her to his side. “Yeah, Mom. Actually, she just finished, so I'm on my way home in a few.” He chuckled, tilting the phone away from his mouth for a second. “She said she can't wait to watch the performance next weekend.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Andrews,” she called just loud enough to be heard. She shared a grin with Josh.

“I'll tell her. I know, I know, dinner is waiting. I won't let her keep me long. Promise.”

Maeve tucked her head against his shoulder, breathing in the familiar wood spice of his cologne. When a thumb tap ended the call, Josh's embrace became a full circle that sheltered her tight.

“Mom says she's proud of you already. You were fantastic. As always.”

“Thanks. I'm no Cyd Charisse—the dance moves are more Siobhan's domain—but it's so much fun to sing and act.”

Josh fingered the thick, plated braid that curved down her right shoulder. His touch stirred a ripple of shivers, and she leaned into his arms once again. Another chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“What's so funny?”

“Oh, nothing much, just the thought of my Irish beauty taking on the role of a Scot.”

“I still say the red hair is what won me the role.”

“And I still say your talent is what won you the role. Period.”

That was the beauty of Josh Andrews. He saw so much more in her than she did, and he made it plain how special she was to him—not just in words, but in actions. This past fall, Josh had been elected homecoming king, but he skipped the dance along with all the pomp and pageantry that surrounded the honor when Maeve came down with a raging bout of bronchitis. Rather than enjoy the event stag, or with a group of friends, he kept her company by watching movies with her, laughing over school gossip, plying her with steaming green tea and chicken noodle soup.

But that was only the start.

Once she recovered, he made reservations for two at Damiano Grille, the fanciest restaurant in Westerville. He instructed Maeve to dress in her homecoming gown, fully styled from her hair down to a mani-pedi so they could enjoy a delayed celebration. Dinner was superlative, and afterward, in the expansive, fully finished basement of his home, Josh treated her to a homecoming dance, complete with a suspended sparkle ball, fairy lights, and snacks. The two dozen pale pink roses that adorned the food buffet added a perfect cap to the festivities he created.

He opened entry doors and car doors. He'd hold an open umbrella over her head rather than his own if they were walking between buildings for class and it was raining. He slipped notes into the pages of her geometry book. Just the other day when she went to her locker at the end of the school day, she had discovered a small, snowy white teddy bear with a red and black scarf perched on the inside shelf with a note tacked to its paws.
‘An early Valentine for my forever Valentine, Love ~ Josh'

Josh Andrews was her one and only—and she recognized the blessing—thanking God for him every day. But changes rolled toward them, fast and unstoppable. Unavoidable, too.

They walked to his car, hand-in-hand, through air dusted by flat, puffy snow, and Maeve ventured a trip into tricky territory. “So…have you heard anything…about the scholarships? I know you're going to have to decide on a college soon…National Signing Day is next week.”

Maeve detected the way his arm and shoulder went stiff against hers. “Mom mentioned something about an envelope that's waiting for me. Came via overnight courier.” He unlocked the passenger door of his car and pulled it open, stepping aside so she could toss her book bag and theater duffle into the back seat.

“Which school? U of M or UCLA? Did she happen to say?”
Please be U of M. Please be U of M.
Josh was a two-time state all-star quarterback. He was being courted by top universities across the country, but two offers rose to the top due to full-ride scholarship opportunities. The University of Michigan in Ann Arbor and UCLA in southern California. They had discussed the situation at length—the idea of Josh attending college in Michigan rather than California held obvious logistical appeal. They could train back and forth on weekends and still stay connected…committed. California, meanwhile, would be a nightmare.

“Hop in, Maeve. I need to get going.” He gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “Mom was already teasing me about the fact that I'll be late to dinner because it takes me so long to say goodbye to you.”

Maeve pasted on a smile and complied, but once Josh settled into the driver's seat, she clicked her seatbelt into place and leaned against the car door, arching a brow at him and waiting.

Josh sighed. “U of M wants my signature on a letter of intent, but they can't offer a starting QB position. They've got a Heisman candidate leading the team next year. Meanwhile, UCLA needs a starter immediately. The envelope is from UCLA. I've gotta believe it's the final scholarship documents they said they were sending. Along with the LOI.”

Maeve could hardly breathe. She pressed a hand to her chest and looked away, focusing on the familiar buildings and landscape of downtown Westerville rather than the solid, strong profile of the one she loved—who, by all indicators, would be attending college at the opposite end of the country in just a few months. That meant four years apart. Minimum.

“I've already signed on at NYU.” Her quiet words cut the air, the mood between them now thick and heavy—not angry, she thought. Just sad. Like they were already starting to say goodbye. “They came up with a performing arts scholarship I couldn't refuse, and I'll be near all the theaters. I…I can't…I can't change my plans.”

Josh tightened his jaw, but nodded in understanding, eyes trained on the road ahead.

Meanwhile, Maeve's stomach lurched.

 

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Maeve's ears rang, and her tummy continued to pitch when she sat down with her family to a dinner of pork chops and rice. The food held no appeal.

UCLA.

The four initials beat through her head in an unending cycle. Her muscles went taut all over again. As soon as decorum allowed, she excused herself from the table and loaded her dishes in the washer, dashing to her bedroom so she could sink into her thoughts and figure out how to cope with the separation to come.

She flopped onto the bed, unable and unwilling to focus on an English paper in need of completion. Seconds later, her cell phone blipped to life with a text from Josh.

Need 2 c u. Can I pick u up in a few minutes?

Maeve didn't hesitate.
Absolutely. I'll be waiting. xo

K. Thanks. My mind is spinning. Need u. xo

Before long, they trotted down the stairs to the basement of his home. Josh kept hold of her hand and didn't let go. Urgency, intensity, and pain wrapped around him in a silence that had stretched uncomfortably from the moment he picked her up. The Andrews's home was empty for the time being—Josh's folks had gone to the neighbor's house for a bi-weekly euchre tournament—so silence pressed all around.