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"Stay here. I must go speak to your mother." Izumi looked up into John's steady face.

"Why? Let's not spoil this night," she pleaded.

"Nothing your mother can say or do, could spoil what has happened today. I must tell her. I don't want the police to show up at our doorstep, searching for you." John squeezed Izumi's hand reassuringly. "She must know." Izumi remained silent. Her mother had always extinguished any happiness she had ever tried to share. Since today was the happiest day of her life, the threat was even greater. John watched in silence, as his wife struggled with her emotions. It pained him to see how much Izumi dreaded her mother, but it was growing late.

"I must go, Little Dove. Stay here, and keep quiet. I'll be back soon." He kissed her, then quickly made his way down the walk. Izumi hid in the screened porch, John's sweet kiss still on her lips. She pulled out the card he had given her earlier that evening. She read Romans chapter eight, verses thirty-eight and thirty-nine.

"I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." These words, coupled with John's confidence, gave her courage.

"Thy lips, O my Spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are
under Thy tongue; and the smell of Thy garments is
like the smell of Lebanon."
~ Song of Solomon 4:11 ~

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