behind her ear. âBut maybe not everyone has e-mail. Letâs see hands of those who donât.â
Yo-Yo and Chanda were the only ones who waggled their hands.
âNot to worry, Yo-Yo. My e-mail is your e-mail.â Ruth patted Yo-Yoâs knee. âIâll bring it to the café when I get my rugelach.âWe had no idea what rugelach was, but the rest of us couldnât help but laugh.
âBut what about Delores and Edesa?â Stu pressed. âWhat if they donât have e-mail?â
âIâll call them and find out.â I lobbed the ball right back into her corner. âDid you get Deloresâs phone number last night?â I dug around in my tote bag and pulled out my notebook. âLook, Iâll send this around and everyone can put down their e-mail addy and their phone number. Snail-mail address, too. Then we can make a listâcanât tell when it might come in handy.â
âYou are the queen of list-makers, girl!â Florida crowed.
âUm,â said Hoshi. We all looked at her. The Japanese student had said so little in the group that even âumâ got our attention. âI have e-mail, fine. But if we create a group list in our address book, we need a name. Not just âNumber Twenty-Six.â â
Chuckles rippled around the circle again.
âJust call it Prayer Group,â said Stu. She sounded annoyed.
âPrayer Group, yada yada, whatever,â said Yo-Yo.
Ruth twisted her motherly self to the side and looked at Yo-Yo like sheâd just said something brilliant. âI like that. The Yada Yada Prayer Group. It means something, I think.â
âYeah. âWhatever,â â echoed Adele. She shook her head as though she couldnât believe we were having this conversation.
I snatched back the initiative. âYada Yada it isâwhatever it means.â I wrote it at the top of the page of my notebook, scratched my address, phone, and e-mail on it, and started it around the circle. âI kinda like it, too.â It kinda fits this motley crew, I didnât say. And weâll never agree on a name, so âwhateverâ is fine.
Avis smiled. âWell, I donât know about Yada Yada as a name, but keeping in touch and sharing prayer requests by e-mail is a good idea. Jodi, will you send that list to all of us by e-mail? But we still have Yo-Yoâs question to answer. What are we going to do about Delores? I think it would mean a lot if a few of usâwouldnât have to be everybodyâcould visit José in the hospital. And the rest of us could call Delores and share a promise from the Word or pray with her on the phone.â
âNow youâre talking,â said Yo-Yo. âSign me up to visit José.â
I TENTATIVELY SIGNED UP to visit José Enriques with Avis on Monday night if he was still in the hospitalâpending Dennyâs schedule, since he sometimes had to coach late afternoon sports at West Rogers High School. As we packed our luggage and said our good-byes to Flo, I felt really weird. Weâd been thrown together for three days and two nights, right down to our toothbrushes and sleep shirts . . . and now I wasnât sure whenâor ifâI would see Florida again. Our lives were about as different as two peopleâs could be, but I liked her. Really liked her. I could only imagine everything sheâd been through, but she was so . . . so upbeat. So close to God. Where did that come from?
âSorry about the snoring,â I told her sheepishly as we folded up the sleeper sofa and returned the cushions to their rightful place. âNext time you take the bed, and Iâll take the floor.â
âNext time?â Flo wiggled her eyebrows. âWell, girl, you come visit me, and for sure Iâll take the bed and give you the floor.â She laughed. âOnly got one bed, anyway. The kids are already sleeping on the floor.â
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