Across a War-Tossed Sea
“Wesley threw up his hands. “Please don’t shoot.”
The gun didn’t lower.
“I—I,” he stammered. “I’m terribly sorry if I disturbed you.”
Still the boy didn’t respond.
“My name is Wesley Bishop.” His words rushed out, panicked. “I am staying with the Ratcliffs. Miss Alma knows me. Her biscuits are brilliant!”
At that, the boy peeked out from behind the gun. “You talk funny,” he said as he lowered the shotgun, resting its butt against the porch floor.
The two stared at each other. Because the boy was... backlit by the lamp, Wesley couldn’t see his expression.
Finally, the boy with the gun asked, “So? What do you want?”
Wesley’s heartbeat began to slow down enough that he could talk some sense. “Mr. Ratcliff would like to know if Ed’s sons might be able to come up from Newport News and help him this weekend. Is he home?”
“Does it look like he’s home?” the boy countered. “He’s at a church meeting.”
“When will he be back?”
“Soon enough.”MoreLess
The gun didn’t lower.
“I—I,” he stammered. “I’m terribly sorry if I disturbed you.”
Still the boy didn’t respond.
“My name is Wesley Bishop.” His words rushed out, panicked. “I am staying with the Ratcliffs. Miss Alma knows me. Her biscuits are brilliant!”
At that, the boy peeked out from behind the gun. “You talk funny,” he said as he lowered the shotgun, resting its butt against the porch floor.
The two stared at each other. Because the boy was... backlit by the lamp, Wesley couldn’t see his expression.
Finally, the boy with the gun asked, “So? What do you want?”
Wesley’s heartbeat began to slow down enough that he could talk some sense. “Mr. Ratcliff would like to know if Ed’s sons might be able to come up from Newport News and help him this weekend. Is he home?”
“Does it look like he’s home?” the boy countered. “He’s at a church meeting.”
“When will he be back?”
“Soon enough.”MoreLess
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