“So, he accepted the Christ!” “I believe he did,” Alexana smiled. “But my heart tells me to be careful still. I don’t want to find out it was just a passing fancy or that he was caught up in some kind of an emotional high.” She tried to keep her voice light, but her face revealed her depth of feeling. “Oh, Lydia, I hope it’s real! Because I think he’s terrific.” “And he is obviously interested in you.” “I think so,” Alexana hedged. “But I’ve put him off several times. Maybe he’s given up.” “No, I do not believe that is possible,” Lydia said in her very proper English. “Once one comes to know my friend Alexana, one cannot get her out of one’s mind. I have seen many men fall by the wayside. But I have seldom seen you in such a state. You are in love.” Alexana’s eyes grew wide. “Love?” Lydia smiled smugly, her dark eyes crinkling in the corners. “Love.” “Oh, I don’t know …” “Yes, you do,” Lydia insisted. “Your heart pounds when he is near … you look for him in the suk … you wonder if it is him when the telephone rings …”
