Monday Morning Faith
Monday Morning Faith
“He flashed an even white grin, his face tanned as brown as a berry. “Sorry, you took me by surprise.”
“I had my hair styled.” I touched the spiral mound enhanced with molding putty. Did he like it, or was he (like me) searching for a plausible comment? The style looked great on a twenty-year-old, but on me? I still had my doubts.
He sobered, courteous as always. “It … looks … well, I think change is always good.”
Generic compliment — never good. “Did you have a nice trip?” Nice? What’s with the nice? Johanna, get off it. I managed a more savoir faire comment. “I trust your trip was successful?” I tilted my head, blinking back at him through the thick Revlon eyelashes I’d added to my morning makeup routine.
“It was good, Johanna. I wanted to be back for Thanksgiving, but we had plane delays for a couple of days.” He broke into a smile. “We had three people accept Christ and baptized nine in the Rio Frio. I want to tell you all about it. Are you free for dinner tonight?”
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