<p>Raylyn said, "Pumpkin, next week is Thanksgiving week. Thanksgiving is on Thursday, and it's a holiday Lots of people travel to see family and friends, so they have Friday off, and then there's the real Saturday."</p><p>"Oh, is we trabilin?"</p><p>Raylyn bent her knees so she was on Heidi's eye level. She smiled at her child, zipped the coat and said, "Yes, Honey, we're going to see Grandma Isabel. I don't think you remember her, but she's a special lady. You'll love her, I know, and she already loves you."</p><p>"Mommy, is you getting' me a new daddy some day?"</p><p>Raylyn gasped, <em>Where had that idea come from?</em> Heidi! Why do you ask?"</p><p>Roger was in his office. He'd never heard those voices before. One was a child's, but the other was a young woman's. Isabel and her company had arrived. He walked into the auditorium with a smile. In the dim light, he saw the new lady and couldn't look away. Her face was lovely, he figured she'd fit perfectly into the circle of his arm. <em>Clemens, get a grip! She has a child; therefore, there's a husband somewhere</em>. He swallowed and finally croaked out, "Hello, I'm Roger Clemens, the preacher."</p>