As
Joe entered the store, John was leaving. Joe spoke pleasantly,
but John looked the other way, and pretended not to hear. John
thought, "I guess that will show him his place." Joe thought,
"Poor John, seems so distracted these days. He must be worried
about something."
As
John walked toward the bank, Joe started across the street. John
turned about abruptly, and went into the drug store instead. He
thought, "I'll not do business in the same building with that
Joe." Joe thought, "I believe John is ill. He did look a bit
pale."
So
Joe skipped the bank, and started into the drug store. John saw
him coming, and feeling trapped, he turned his head stiffly to
one side, pushed his nose high into the air, and walked out to
his car. He thought, "This will burn him to a crisp."
But
as John fumbled for the door handle, Joe sprang forward and
opened the car for him. "Sorry to learn you have that crick in
your neck," he said. "I'll be happy to drive you home if you
wish."
That night John rolled and tumbled fitfully. He even felt sick:
JOE
SLEPT WELL, THANK YOU.
Other Articles by Robert F.
Turner
The Soul of Obedience
Young People's Program
Church Autonomy
The Security of the Believer
What Went Forth?