I don’t know how long we kissed. When you are in heaven time is eternal. All I remember is the way it felt. My heart raced, I was breathless and that tingly feeling was exploding inside my chest.

Neither one of us wanted the kiss to end but it did and then we got down to business, which was the “proposed” subject of his call.

“I have told you that my mother was a widow. She died last year.” His eyes became misty with tears. He shook his head as if to clear it of grief. “I miss her so much. I have been thinking of doing something to honor her. I have been praying for God to lead me in the right direction.”

“What direction do you think that would be?” I gently caressed the tear from his cheek.

“I have been thinking about starting a business where I could help widows support themselves.”

“Well, that sounds like a good idea. What kind of business?”

“Many of the widows that my Mother was friends with know how to sew. They are gifted. They have sown many robes and other articles. There is one who has perfected the art of tapestry.” He gently took my hands in his and caressed my hands.

“What is tapestry?”

“The best way I can explain it is that it is painting with thread on a canvas.”

“But what do you need me for if you already have someone who has perfected this art?”

“I need you to pain the designs which others will sew into the canvas.”

A peace settled over my chest and I looked up at him with a smile.

“This may be the door which opens the path to my destiny. I feel that this is right for me, but I need to pray about this.”

The look that he gave me was tender and compassionate. “I will give you as much time as you need to give me an answer.”

His hand caressed my neck, drawing me into another kiss. Our lips were about to lock, when I heard my Papa clearing his throat at the entrance to our house.

His hand dropped like lightening and we both quickly stopped all pretense of passion. I mean after all this was a business meeting.