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       Love Is Patient Love Is Kind
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: March 16, 2013, 10:10 pm
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       I honestly shouldn't have watched Last Light the other day, it
       totally wrecked me and this is what the muse came up with. I
       wanted a much happier ending for poor Denver Bayliss, although
       I've got to warn you if you do watch the film he's obviously a
       lot darker then he's being portrayed here. The names of our
       female leads have been changed in this one because the muse
       thought it was amusing, haha. *blushes* I couldn't help myself
       when I spied a few of your Bronson posts. :D Suuurrrpise!
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       Summary:
       Christine and Ruthanne Wardell have always been the "good"
       girls, doing exactly what is expected of them, putting others
       before themselves, and serving the lord.  They thought nothing
       of volunteering their free time down at the Franklin County
       Correctional Facility taking the Good Book to two of Franklin
       County's most notorious and hard nosed inmates each doing a two
       year stint behind bars. Visits turn into weekly letters, drawing
       the two couples closer and closer. Two new loves blossom and
       lives change, for the better behind those cold stone walls but
       what will the good Reverend Wardell have to say about it once
       the lovers are reunited on the outside?
       Theme:
  HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vguZmqHJ6OA
       
       Various Clothing throughout the piece:
  HTML http://www.polyvore.com/franklin_county/collection?id=2373385
       Playlist
       Sweet Afton - Nickel Creek
       I Will Wait - Mumford and Sons
       Down By the River To Pray - Allison Krauss
       Appalachia Waltz (Solos Cello Version) - Yo-Yo Ma
       You Are My Sunshine (version 2) - Elizabeth Mitchell
       Shady Grove - Doc Watson
       Barbary Allen - Jean Ritchie
       All The Stars - The Wailin' Jennys
       Ecstasy - Crooked Still
       Cherry Tree Carol - Jean Ritchie
       Wildflower Honey - Stray Birds
       When You Come Back Down - Nickel Creek
       #Post#: 2623--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Love Is Patient Love Is Kind
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: March 17, 2013, 8:03 am
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       Your summary and banner have me doing cartwheels over here! and
       the theme is quite beautiful. Of all the songs included in the
       playlist, my two favourite have to be Sweet Afton and When You
       Come Back Down. I've not heard of Nickel Creek before and want
       to thank you for introducing me to them. I'll be listening to
       those songs on repeat now, no doubt, aha. When I first spotted
       Bronson in that banner, I panicked xD which is of course only
       natural. He scares me quite a bit - but that's in a good way, if
       that makes sense. He's like one of those men you admire from
       afar and want to be with.. but don't actually consider getting
       anywhere near, hehe. Judging by all you said via tumblr last
       night - I've no doubt this will be a fantastic story once it
       begins :3 and I hope your current muse isn't too hard on you ;)
       The outfits too! cannot forget about those, they are all
       beautiful, as are the names of the ladies :D
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       Re: Love Is Patient Love Is Kind
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: March 17, 2013, 5:05 pm
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       Aww thank you, you're so sweet! :D I'm glad to hear you're
       enjoying those songs, they're two of my favorites as well. I'm
       not sure if Nickel Creek is still around but they certainly were
       a lovely band. You're most welcome for the introduction :) I
       know exactly what you're talking about and it makes perfect
       sense, I'm that way with Denver. It's like "You just stay over
       there and I'll love you from over here." haha. I'm going to
       apologize for this first bit, it seems a bit dry. I'm so glad
       you liked the banner and the outfits as well as the names. My
       muse seems to be quite happy at the moment so we'll see where he
       leads me :D
       Author's Note : *Disclaimer* - Please know that this is a work
       of pure fiction. I'm but a humble writer and I don't make a cent
       from these works, I just write them for my own and the enjoyment
       of others. I do not mean in anyway to infringe upon the famous
       individuals/characters that are mentioned within the work. I
       only own the original characters unless otherwise stated. If you
       would like to post my work please contact me and I will gladly
       grant permission as long as my name is mentioned and the
       disclaimer (above) is posted along with the piece. I don't bite,
       I promise. :-)
       June Franklin County Mississippi (Wardell Residence)
       The summer heat wafted around the old clapboard farmhouse like a
       fire breathing specter. The wind was nowhere to be found and sun
       was beating down with a force. It was a typical Sunday in the
       house, not yet nine in the morning and everyone rushing around
       like chickens missing their heads. Dad was getting his sermon
       ready and Chrissy and I were getting things ready for our Sunday
       School class that took place before and after the morning and
       afternoon sermons. Nothing seemed out of place until we were
       getting ready to go out to the car and Dad tossed me the keys to
       the church van and passed two new bibles to Chrissy. Something
       was up and we each exchanged looks while Dad busied himself with
       sorting out some of the boxes in the back before turning back to
       us.
       "You two are going on up to the correctional facility. They've
       got two inmates up there that need saving and I told the warden
       that you're the two to do it. Don't worry about your classes
       I've got Mrs. Hawkins covering them. Now, you may want to go
       back in change, they've got rules about ladies not showing their
       collarbones or bare arms. Pants and buttons downs would be the
       best bet.  Don't forget the holy water to baptize them with.
       It's in the glove compartment."
       He gave us each a kiss on the cheek and ambled off in the well
       kept Ford we used for daily commutes.
       Chrissy turned to me, bewildered and her eyes wide.
       "Ruthie, what just happened? Are we really going to
       that...place? Why would he send us there?!"
       I simply shrugged as we made our way back up the steps and
       changed out of our church dresses.
       I was just as confused as Chrissy was, did Dad have an agenda or
       did he really want to save those two inmates? We surly didn't
       know but we were about to find out, one way or another.  Now,
       the town of Franklin is a tiny town, there's maybe about 800
       people give or take, so chances are these men were out of town
       when they were put behind bars. We weren't even sure of their
       names as we pulled up to the county jail and went through the
       various stop and go check points before we were issued a parking
       pass. Chrissy fidgeted in the passenger seat and played with her
       crucifix a bit, something she'd always done since she was
       little.
       "Ruthie, I'm scared. What if we...what if something happens?"
       I found a parking spot near the front gates and sighed as I took
       the keys from the ignition.
       "We're going to be just fine, Chrissy. Dad wouldn't have sent us
       here if he thought we were going to be put in harms way. Now,
       you've got the bibles?"
       Chrissy drew in a shaky breath and held up both leather bound
       books with a weak smile. I pulled her in for a hug and smiled.
       "We're going to be fine, I promise."
       We made our way through the first check in desk where we signed
       the visitor's list and stated our business. The female guard
       that was behind the desk just shook her head as she motioned for
       us to come back to the next check point to be searched.
       "They've gone and sent two babies in with those wolves. Good
       luck ladies."
       She'd said after she'd patted us both down and sent us through
       the metal detectors.
       Chrissy grabbed for my hand as we walked down the narrow hallway
       to the visitor's room.
       "Why don't we just make a run for it now and say they didn't
       want to see us?"
       She said hurriedly as she played with her cross again.  I
       stopped and looked at her for a moment.
       "Christine Joy! We've been sent here on a mission and so help me
       we're going to see this through. Has it ever occurred to you
       that we might be the only people that they get to see?"
       Chrissy's face fell as the thought finally dawned on her and she
       was overcome with remorse.
       "You're right, Ruthie...Well, we'll go in there and make this
       the best church based visit those two have ever had."
       I gave her a reassuring smile as we went in through the double
       doors and signed the last visitor's log book before find the
       tiny room otherwise deserted. This must have been where the
       family visits were held because two rickety cribs were pushed
       into either corner and battered plastic toys were scattered
       about all of which were recently disinfected and smelling
       strongly of Lysol.  Two scuffed tables were on either side of
       the room with two chairs facing on either side, one toward the
       visitor's door and the other which led in from the cell block
       area. Chrissy and I each took a seat and waited anxiously until
       we each heard the steady clinking of chains and steady
       footsteps. We watched the heavy medal door swing open and two
       men, each in shackles and worn out jumpsuits make their
       entrance. Each was unshackled and shown to their seat by their
       respective guard. The visitor's door opened and the Warden, who
       went by the name of McMannis came in and gave them each a snide
       sneer.
       "I don't see why these fine young women are wasting their time.
       These two are a lost cause and they sure as hell can't be
       saved."
       Something about that statement didn't settle with me and I gave
       the warden a look of reproach before opening my mouth.
       "Excuse me sir but who are you to judge these men? The only true
       judge of anyone, yourself included is God himself. We believe
       these gentlemen can be saved, if you were truly a Christian you
       would too."
       McMannis gave me a look and then chuckled to himself.
       "Alright, you believe what you like, girly. You've got an hour
       and then you can set up another appointment to save these two
       sad sacks."
       The guards excused themselves but not before they informed us
       that they would be on the other side of the door.
       The inmate across from me was a lanky man with shaggy blond
       hair, clear blue eyes, and a mustache that aged him ten years.
       The inmate across from Chrissy seemed to be a hulk of a man,
       strong shoulder and a thick neck. Somehow his appearance was a
       little more unsettling, his head was shaved down and his
       mustache gave him a menacing sneer. Although there was something
       about their eyes that put us both at ease. They truly didn't
       mean us harm.
       Mine was the first to speak in a voice that somehow seemed soft
       and clear.
       "Well, look at this, Charlie. They've sent us two wholesome
       young things."
       He leaned closer to me and stared into my eyes before sniffing
       me.
       "Ivory soap and vanilla musk perfume. You're about as wholesome
       as they can get."
       I stared back at him and smiled.
       "I'm glad I'm to your liking. I didn't catch your name?"
       The inmate seemed unnerved by my calm demeanor and muttered his
       name as Denver Bayliss.
       "Mr. Bayliss. I'm Ruthanne Wardell and this is my sister
       Christine. We've been sent here to help you and your friend..."
       The brawny inmate murmured his name as he looked at Chrissy and
       blushed.
       "Charlie Bronson."
       I continued.
       "Mr. Bronson, thank you. Find God, I'm under the impression that
       you two don't get many visitors. Perhaps we can act as your
       visitors if you so wish?"
       Denver sat back and looked at me for a moment and then let out a
       laugh.
       "Why would two goody goodies like you want to be bothered with
       ingrates like us? We're below you."
       I shook my head and slide the bible across to him.
       "No, you're not. We aren't here to judge you, like I told
       McMannis, the only one that can judge us is God. We want to help
       you and we were raised to believe that everyone is our equal.
       You're not bad people, you just made some bad choices."
       Chrissy nodded as she handed Bronson his own bible with a shy
       smile.
       "Consider us your links to the outside world. Now, lets begin
       shall we?"
       The hour was easy and free flowing, we managed to tie in a few
       biblical passages and pointers as to what to start off with and
       small talk was made. We found that both of these men were in for
       two year stints due to priors. They both hoped that this would
       shorten their sentences and they admitted that they both went to
       church as children, Charlie with his parents and Denver with his
       foster parents. We told them about our father, and how he'd
       managed to raise us after our mother had passed away when we
       were only 7 and 6.
       "I couldn't imagine raising kids alone."
       Bronson remarked as he held his bible in his large work worn
       hands before giving Chrissy a shy smile.
       "Neither can I, but it sounds like your father did a real bang
       up job at raising you two. If it's not too much to ask would you
       mind coming back next week...please?"
       Denver remarked as we were getting ready to leave and they were
       getting shackled back together.
       "Certainly, Mr. Bayliss."
       I said as we collected our bags and said our goodbyes before
       seeing ourselves out after Bayliss and Bronson were escorted out
       by their respective gaurd. As we set up another appointment a
       younger female guard smiled at us as she took down our names and
       put them onto the contact list for Denver and Charlie.
       "Looks like you two are going to make a change in those two. I
       wish everyone came in here like you two, unbiased and calm. That
       what some of these boys need."
       Chrissy and I smiled as we signed our names onto the paperwork
       and left for the evening.
       "Well, that went better then I thought it would."
       Chrissy said that evening as we washed the dinner dishes.
       "Maybe they'll ask us to write them?"
       She said as she twirled around the kitchen a smile on her face.
       If I didn't know any better I could have sworn she'd fallen for
       Bronson. Perhaps deep down I had taken a liking to Bayliss as
       well.
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       Re: Love Is Patient Love Is Kind
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: March 18, 2013, 8:46 am
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       I don't quite know where to begin with this review to be honest
       :3 I am loving it so far and can't wait for an update. I can
       relate to Chrissy, more than a little, in how she was so
       frightened about going in there. I'd have been the same because
       I'm just that much of a coward, aha. Ruthie reminds me a lot of
       Ruth Jamison from Fried Green Tomatoes and I absolutely adore
       that. I've not seen that movie in some time and this story, for
       whatever reason, reminds me of it. It's probably just Ruthie's
       character though :D and they both seem to mesh really well
       together; just as sisters should. Both men appeared quite
       intimidating at first.. I was a little worried for the girlies,
       but they don't seem so bad. Once again, looking forward to the
       next part! :3 ❤
       #Post#: 2626--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Love Is Patient Love Is Kind
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: March 18, 2013, 1:40 pm
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       Aww thank you so much my dear! I actually put a bit of myself
       into Chrissy when they were going into the jail for the first
       time, it can be a very very scary place for someone that's never
       been acquainted with it. I had to do it as part of a class
       project in high school and during the entire thing I was about
       ready to run screaming from the place. I believe you're much
       much more brave then you give yourself credit for my dear :) I
       can promise you that Chrissy is  much stronger then she gives
       herself credit for it'll take a bit to come through but it'll
       come out. Aww! I kind of fashioned Ruthie after Ruth Jamison a
       bit and I'm glad you saw it! I adore that movie and I tried to
       make Franklin something like the town that was in the movie. I
       was a little nervous about how Ruthie and Chrissy would seem
       together but I'm so happy that they mesh. As for the men, that
       was a whole different story, I tried to make them both
       intimidating in their own way but someone harmless, if that
       makes sense? I'm working on an update as we speak so never fear
       and thank you so so much for the awesome review! <3 <3
       #Post#: 2627--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Love Is Patient Love Is Kind
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: March 19, 2013, 1:47 am
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       One Month Later July (Saturday)
       Our visits to the correctional facility soon became something of
       a highlight to Bronson and Bayliss as well as Chrissy and
       myself. We intermingled our discussions with sharing of personal
       views and various tidbits about one another and it seemed that
       the hour we were together flew by and left us all a little upset
       when it was time to leave. We'd vowed to write one another as
       often as possible (every week due to the allotment of paper and
       postage given to the inmate population), as well as setting up
       available visiting hours on our way out.
       Our days blurred in the blazing summer heat of Franklin county
       and the nights weren't much better.
       Dad was off three counties over giving a revival and Chrissy and
       I were left to on our own, which to us meant giving the house a
       good cleaning and stocking the freezer with next week's meals.
       "Should we take one of these over to Mrs. Gilly? She's broken
       her hip again. Dad's left a list of who to give the surplus to.
       You know he's been doing more and more of these traveling
       revival things then he's ever done."
       Chrissy sighed as she surveyed our various casseroles,
       meatloaves, and stews.  Ours were marked with a day of the week
       and the surplus with date it was made. There were twenty
       different meals total and I nodded. There was no way we could
       possibly eat all of this so we ended up jotting down the names
       of a few residents that needed the extra help.
       "I know, odd isn't it? Alright Chrissy, get the keys because
       you're driving."
       I said as I collected the various freezer containers and put
       them in an peach basket while Chrissy looked at me wide eyed,
       her long curly hair going every which way before she let out a
       panicked yelp.
       "Ruthie! You know how I feel about driving."
       Chrissy always hated driver's ed when we were in school and
       every time she's put behind the wheel two things have happened,
       she's either ends up getting rear ended or she ends up coming
       back home faster then she left. I've been trying for the last
       two years to break her out of her shell about it and tell her
       that there's absolutely nothing to fear but she won't have it. I
       could tell by the look on her face that she was near a panic
       attack so I set the basket down, gave her a hug and told her I'd
       drive.
       "Ok, ok, I've got it. Just help me with the next basket? Looks
       like we've been left the Ford."
       Chrissy rolled her eyes as she laughed at my obvious joy of
       having the regular car.
       "Doesn't take much to make you happy, does it Ruthie?"
       I shook my head as we settled in and made our way down the old
       dirt roads that made up the tiny town we called home. By the
       last count we had eight dinners to deliver and we'd left the
       house a little after one that afternoon. By the time we were
       down to the last meal it was after four, most of the people we
       dropped them off to were elderly and usually had no one to talk
       to so we did our best to be their sympathetic ears.
       "Alright, who's the last one, Chrissy?"
       Chrissy fanned herself and fiddled with the AC controls before
       looking at her list.
       "Uh...Mrs. Finley down on Wallis Road, last house on the left."
       I nodded as I turned right onto the main of  Wallis road and
       kept an eye out for Mrs. Finley's house. I found it, with it's
       neatly trimmed lawn and various well kept flowers that lined the
       foot path up to her front door.  It wasn't until we were
       actually up on the front porch and had knocked that we noticed a
       pickup parked over on the side of the house. The door opened and
       there before us stood  Warden McMannis, dressed down in civilian
       clothes and looking just as surprised to see us as we were to
       see him.
       "I..Uh...hello. We've come to drop off a dinner for Mrs.
       Finley."
       I stammered as McMannis looked at us, still with our aprons and
       worn sundresses on. Both of us were struck dumb as we stood
       there a little bewildered and both feeling ever so self
       conscious about our choice of dress that day.
       Something in McMannis's face changed as he looked at us as we
       held out the stacked containers of food and a loaf of homemade
       bread to him.
       "You two really are this goodhearted aren't you? Come on in,
       ladies. My mother'll be happy to know that you're here."
       With a smile he accepted the various containers and bread.
       Chrissy and I exchanged nervous looks before we were shown into
       Mrs. Finley's house and asked to take a seat in her front room
       and make ourselves comfortable while he put things away.
       Mrs. Finley came out with a grin on her face as she hugged each
       of us and then settled herself into her favorite easy chair
       before calling to Warden McMannis.
       "Arthur these are the girls I was telling you about. Aren't they
       just the sweetest things you've ever met?"
       Warden McMannis smiled and nodded as he came out of the kitchen
       and sat down across from us on the ancient couch before he broke
       the ice.
       "Mother's the person that told me about the two of you and your
       work in the community. It seems like you're helping those two
       inmates quite a bit. There hasn't been an outburst from either
       of them since you came to see them on Sundays. I hope you'll be
       stopping by more often, they could use the visitors. Bayliss has
       a sister out in Tupelo but she's got three kids to take care of
       and rumor has it that her husband's a drunk and Bronson's
       mother's in the hospital over in Henderson. Her doctor's think
       it's cancer."
       Chrissy and I bowed our heads for a moment, each saying a small
       prayer for both Bronson and Bayliss.
       "I thought about what you said Ruthanne and you're right. I
       shouldn't have judged them so harshly. I hope you can tell them
       how sorry I am."
       I smiled in spite of my shock and Chrissy grinned right along
       with me.
       "Perhaps you can tell them yourself, sir?"
       McMannis's mother looked at him with a resounding look of "Yes,
       why don't you." that left him sinking in his seat a bit.
       "Alright, but only if you two keep up your visits with those
       two, I'm counting on you as much as they are."
       Chrissy and I both nodded in agreement and were finally able to
       say our goodbyes as McMannis showed us out. As he bid us
       farewell he stopped as we were almost back out to the car.
       "I want you two to know that I'm not that horrible to them, it's
       just I have an image to uphold with the other inmates. If I let
       that go I've let the rest of those animals, Bronson and Bayliss
       excluded, have  the power. I've got to keep my job. I'm sure you
       two understand, but I can promise you both that they'll receive
       an apology from me."
       Chrissy and I both exchanged looks and smiled at the warden
       before thanking him for the change of heart he'd had and making
       a promise of coming in bright and early the next morning.
       That night we found ourselves lounging out on the front porch
       because of the heat that hadn't quite dissipated when we heard
       the phone ringing.
       "It's probably just Dad or something."
       Chrissy said as she lounged on the old porch swing waving her
       fan lazily as I got up and went in to answer the phone.
       "Hello?"
       An automated voice came on the line,
       "Hello, this is The Franklin County Correctional Facility and a
       Denver Bayliss would like to place a collect call through to
       you. State Accept or Deny now, please."
       A swarm of butterflies came up into my stomach as my heart
       started to race a mile a minute.
       "I accept."
       I stammered as I shifted the phone to my other ear and took a
       seat in the hallway where it was a little cooler. Chrissy popped
       in and asked me who it was. The line crackled a few times before
       hold music was heard.
       "Denver, he must have gotten phone time or something."
       Chrissy grinned as she sat down in the living room and fanned
       herself and muttered a song from our childhood.
       "Ruthie and Denny sittin' in a tree..."
       I shushed her as Denver's voice came on over the line.
       "Ruthanne, you there?"
       My heart leaped a bit as I sat straight up and answered.
       "Yes, yes I'm here. Are you alright?"
       "I couldn't wait until tomorrow to hear your voice. I know that
       must sound pathetic to you and I'm sorry. It's just I'm afraid
       that one of these days you're going to find someone on the
       outside that can give you more then I can. Did I just say that
       out loud?"
       I bit back a chuckle as I assured him that I was still there.
       "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, Denver. You
       don't have to worry about anyone else though, I can wait as long
       as it takes."
       The phone was dropped with a clatter on Denver's end as he let
       out a whoop and I found myself laughing.
       "What'll the good Reverend have to say about this? I'm pretty
       sure he wants nothing to do with his oldest daughter running off
       with a reformed jail bird."
       I rolled my eyes as I noticed Chrissy making kissing faces at
       me. I ended up grabbing a throw pillow from the couch and
       heaving it at her making her yelp and toss it back at me.
       "Well, I'm over the age of 18 so my Father has no say over what
       I do. I'm sure he'll be happy for me no matter what. I just have
       a question for you, Denver."
       It was Denver's turn to heave a sigh over the line.
       "Fire away, I've got nothing to hide from you."
       "Why haven't you called your sister?"
       There was a silence and then another sigh.
       "Lil's wrapped up in her own little world with a dead beat drunk
       for a husband and a brood of kids. She doesn't have time for her
       low life brother that serving a two year stint. You and
       Christine are the only people that write to me let alone give me
       the time of day. Hell, I won't even have a home when I get out
       of here, Ruth. I'm nothing."
       My heart broke for him, this man that was put away for his wrong
       doings, he'd learned his lesson and was paying the ultimate
       price for it. Maybe it was divine intervention that brought us
       together.
       "When we come in tomorrow give me her address and I'll see what
       I can do for you. You're not a low life and you never will be.
       You're someone and you're special and you're loved, you hear me?
       More then you'll ever know. You'll have a home when you get out,
       I can promise you that."
       My heart skipped a beat as I realized what I'd just said and my
       cheeks were engulfed in color. Had I just told Denver I loved
       him? How would he take that? Oh God what did I just do? The line
       buzzed signaling the end of our call I nearly jumped out of my
       skin as I broke out into a cold sweat, my eyes wide.
       "You're really something, Ruthanne. You know that? You open your
       home and your heart to me, not many people would do that. Tell
       Christine I said hello and that her lover boy, Charlie misses
       her. He's been pining since she left. He told me to let her know
       that she's all he thinks about. Hell, you're all I think about.
       Damn that buzzing. I'll see you tomorrow. I..I.I love you too."
       The line went dead as I sat there in silence and then pressed
       the end call button on the cordless. Chrissy came over to me and
       bent down beside me.
       "Ruthie...are you alright?"
       I looked at Chrissy with wide dazed eyes as she helped me up and
       got me over to the couch.
       "He told me he...ll..loved m..me."
       I whimpered as tears sprang up into my eyes.
       "A man that I've known only for a month, written every week,
       never spent more then an hour with, have never kissed...told me
       he loved me."
       Chrissy looked at me with softened expression before wrapping an
       arm around me and resting her head against mine.
       "Why are you crying then Ruth?"
       I wiped my eyes with the handkerchief Chrissy passed me then
       sobbed in spite of myself before I looked at her.
       "Because I love him too."
       Chrissy gave me a smile before she looked at me like she had a
       confession to make.
       "Dad's going to flip when he finds out both of his daughters are
       head over heels with the people they were meant to save."
       I raised an eyebrow and then grinned as Chrissy ran off to get a
       ribbon wrapped bundle of letters from Charlie.
       "I've saved everyone of his letters so far. They've been up in
       my hope chest...he's an artist, Ruthie. I've got to show you
       some of his drawings."
       I grinned as I sat back and was given an inside glimpse of
       Chrissy and Charlie's budding relationship.
       "Charlie misses you something awful you know. You're all he
       thinks about."
       Chrissy's eyes misted over as she held Charlie's letters close
       to her and I passed her a tissue.
       "Well, we've only got...six hundred and thirty more days to go
       until they're out free. They've already served a clean one
       hundred."
       Chrissy cried a little harder as I patted her back and smoothed
       out her hair.
       "We've got major planning to do then, Ruthie and we've got to
       start now. Somehow."
       So our plotting and planning began that night. We were hatching
       a grand scheme for a fresh start to our own lives away from the
       congregation and away from our Father, who no doubt would have a
       bit of a problem at first accepting that his little girls were
       about to fly the coop for the men they loved, the men that he
       had sent us to save.
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       Re: Love Is Patient Love Is Kind
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: March 19, 2013, 6:19 am
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       I have to confess that I am crying along with both these lovely
       ladies; that was a beautiful chapter and I can't wait for the
       next. Those men can be really sweet and I'm also glad to see
       that the Warden has changed his ways considerably. At first I
       thought it was because his mother was around, but given the way
       he responded to Chrissy and Ruthie.. it's quite clearly genuine.
       I'm alread pegging them off as gorgeous couples and cannot wait
       for Denver and Charlie to be released :D
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