07/15/02
In Cahoots
Julianne Entley responded, “How kind of you to ask, Thad. Yes, he’s feeling much better, thank you.”
Thad shielded his eyes so he could see his neighbor’s face in the glare of the rising sun. She was smiling, he thought. “I’ve been praying for him. I hope your father recovers quickly.”
“We all do. Well, I’m really in a hurry this morning,” Mrs. Entley explained and began walking down the street.
Picking up the newspaper from his driveway, Thad squinted and watched Mrs. Entley direct her dog straight through the intersection. Strange — she turns left when she’s in a hurry. He supposed she must have intended to take the straight route to go past the little convenience store and had to cut their conversation short to get home reasonably quickly despite the longer walk.
This essay has been published in Just Thinking: Volume I, 10/29/01–10/21/02 and is available in Confidence Place: The Timshel Arts Store.
Archives back to 10/29/01