{"id":11244,"date":"2013-05-13T09:18:42","date_gmt":"2013-05-13T14:18:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=11244"},"modified":"2013-05-13T09:18:42","modified_gmt":"2013-05-13T14:18:42","slug":"in-which-i-make-my-sister-a-liar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2013\/20130513-11244.htm","title":{"rendered":"In which I make my sister a liar"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is the next installment in a rather long series about how Daniel and I met–and have become engaged. Click on the “<\/em>Our Story<\/em><\/a>” tag for context.<\/em><\/p>\n

It being a Wednesday evening, my parents were busy with church. Which meant I couldn’t really tell them about my engagement any earlier than Thursday night. Which meant I couldn’t really tell anyone<\/i> about my engagement until after Thursday night. <\/p>\n

It wouldn’t be fair to have anyone else know before my parents.<\/p>\n

As I was driving back to Columbus from Kansas City, I received a text from my friend Ruth. “Will you be at Bible Study tonight? I have something to tell you.”<\/p>\n

I wasn’t sure what time I’d be getting back in to town, but I promised I would come as soon as I got there.<\/p>\n

It turned out that I rolled into Columbus almost exactly at 8, when Bible Study began. I drove right to Kathy’s house, interested in hearing what Ruth would have to say. <\/p>\n

Interestingly, Ruth was not yet there–but the rest of the girls were eager to hear my<\/i> story.<\/p>\n

One of the girls was new to our study and hadn’t even known I was dating anyone. One of the girls had only heard up to the point where Daniel and I were about to meet in person for the first time. And then there were plenty who knew the story up until my trip to Kansas City\/Philadelphia, but who were nevertheless curious to hear what had gone down during my trip.<\/p>\n

They insisted I start at the beginning, catching up those who needed to be caught up, while the girls who were further along went across the street to retrieve I-don’t-remember-what from our friend Jon’s house. <\/p>\n

Eventually, the rest of the girls returned–and Ruth showed up.<\/p>\n

As I told my story, several of the girls punctuated every paragraph with a question. <\/p>\n

“So, when are you going to get engaged?”<\/p>\n

I ignored their questions and kept blazing on with my story–sans the engagement part, of course.<\/p>\n

My sister was less willing to ignore the engagement question and finally interjected.<\/p>\n

“She isn’t engaged. She can’t get engaged yet. Daniel hasn’t even met our family!”<\/p>\n

I ignored her comment and kept going with my story.<\/p>\n

Ruth interjected her own question every couple of paragraphs.<\/p>\n

“So, when are you moving to Wichita?”<\/p>\n

By the time she got to her own announcement, I felt sure I knew what she would say–and I was right.<\/p>\n

Ruth’s company had decided to relocate her. They wanted her to move to their main offices–in Wichita, Kansas.<\/p>\n

I responded to her announcement awkwardly, unsure of how to respond exactly. She was moving, but she wouldn’t be moving away from me. She was moving the same place I’d be moving–but I couldn’t let anyone know that I’d be moving there because I couldn’t let anyone know that I was engaged yet.<\/p>\n

And so I lied silently–and made my sister a liar as well. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This is the next installment in a rather long series about how Daniel and I met–and have become engaged. Click on the “Our Story” tag for context. It being a Wednesday evening, my parents were busy with church. Which meant I couldn’t really tell them about my engagement any earlier than Thursday night. Which meant … Read more In which I make my sister a liar<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[39],"tags":[841],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11244"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11244"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11244\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11247,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11244\/revisions\/11247"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11244"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11244"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11244"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}