Two Best Friends
Lucy dialed Sara’s telephone number and waited. She could hear the phone ringing on the other end of the line. Sara was Lucy’s best friend.
“Hello!” answered Sara’s mother.
“Hello, Mrs. Barnett. This is Lucy. Is Sara there?”
“No, Lucy. She’s at Amy’s house.” Amy had just moved in next to Lucy, and she and Sara had become friends.
“Thank you,” said Lucy. She hung up the phone and stomped around the room, her blond hair flying. “Why does she have to play with Amy?” She plopped into a chair, folded her arms and frowned. “Amy clothes aren’t nice like Sara’s and mine. How can Sara like her anyway?” she pouted.
She got up and stalked out to the back porch. She looked over into Amy’s yard. She could see them playing house. That was Lucy’s favorite thing to do, and Sara always played it with her before. She sat down on the porch, crossed her legs and put her chin in one hand. Her lips stuck out in a pout, and a tear slid down her cheek.
“At least Sara will sit by me in Sunday School tomorrow like she always does,” she thought. That night she dreamed that she was in Sunday school and she and Sara were best friends again.
When she arrived at Sunday school the next day, Sara was already there. Amy was sitting next to her. Lucy scowled. There was an empty chair on the other side of Sara, so Lucy sat in it, but she didn’t look at either of the girls.
“Hi, Lucy!” said Sara. Lucy didn’t answer.
The teacher called the class to order. “Lucy, will you read the title of our story for today, please?” she asked.
“Love others as I have loved you,” Lucy read out loud. It was the Bible story of the man who was beaten by some thieves. Two men passed by without helping him because he was different than they were. The third man helped him anyway.
“Who was doing what Jesus said to do according to the title of our story?” asked the teacher.
Lucy raised her hand and the teacher called on her. “The last man did,” Lucy said.
“That’s right,” said the teacher. “Jesus wants us to love each other even though we’re all different.”
“Does that mean he wants me to love Amy even if her clothes are old and torn?” Lucy wondered. She glanced at Amy. Amy smiled, but Lucy could see sadness in her eyes. “Well, I’ll try,” she thought.
After class Lucy asked Sara and Amy if they could come over to her house to play that afternoon. After asking their parents, they both said they could.
“See you later,” Lucy called to them as she left the church. She ate her dinner quickly and then ran to straighten her room.
When the girls arrived, she met them at the door. “Hi,” she said smiling. “Come on in. We’ll play in my room.” They ran to her room, and Lucy bounced up on her bed. Sara and Amy followed her. “What do you want to do?” Lucy asked.
“Let’s play house,” suggested Sara. “And let’s play like we have a fire like Amy had at her house. We’ll have to save our dolls and all their clothes though. We wouldn’t want all their clothes burned up like Amy’s were.”
Lucy stared at Sara. So that was why Amy didn’t have nice clothes. “What an awful thing to happen,” she said quietly. She looked at Amy’s worn dress. It was too big for her, but someone had given it to her and it was all she had to wear because hers had burned in the fire. Suddenly Lucy jumped off the bed and ran to her mother.
“Mama,” she said, “may I give three of my dresses to Amy?
Her mother smiled. She knew about the tragedy in Amy’s family. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Lucy,” she said.
Lucy ran to her room and took three dresses from her closet. What fun they had as Amy tried them on. The dresses fit perfectly. Lucy could tell by Amy’s sparkling eyes that she was very happy. “Amy’s nice,” Lucy thought. “Just because her clothes weren’t nice, I thought she wasn’t nice either. I’m glad I was wrong.” She smiled as Amy danced around the room in one of the dresses. Now she had two best friends.
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