I Hiked Three Floors, 09/18/2011

I hiked the three floors to #31 and knocked.

“Oh, hello, Dr. Won’t you come in?” She looked

behind me. We sat quietly. She seemed ill

at ease. “Your wife isn’t with you.” “No, she has

a deadline on a piece of art. When I left, she was

sewing away.”

“No offense, Reverend, I appreciate the visit but when

you made the appointment I assumed she was coming

along. I’m not comfortable without your wife being here.”

I’d not heard that in forty years of ministry.  She had at least

thirty years on me.

Silence.

“Boomer’s in the car.”

A sigh of relief and a big smile.

“Oh, do get him. I’ll make the tea.”