The Runaway Pastor's Wife
“What’re you doing home? Are you sick or something?” Max yelled from the kitchen. After bursting through the back door after school, he had peeked around the corner at his father stretched out on the sofa in the family room.
“I guess you could say that, Max. But I’ll be all right,” David answered, trying to sound much more positive than he felt. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “How was school today?”
“All right, I guess. But I could kill Mr.
Harrison. He kept needling me in class today. The whole... hour! He kept asking me all these outrageous questions. I didn’t finish reading the chapter last night because I had to study for my Advanced Latin exam. So I couldn’t answer all his stupid questions to his satisfaction. What a jerk!”
“Max—”
“But Dad, he really is a jerk! He’s like, ‘Mr.
McGregor, one would think that a pastor’s son could see the importance of understanding economics.’ Max donned the imaginary and quite sarcastic posture of his teacher, complete with proper voice intonation.MoreLess
“I guess you could say that, Max. But I’ll be all right,” David answered, trying to sound much more positive than he felt. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “How was school today?”
“All right, I guess. But I could kill Mr.
Harrison. He kept needling me in class today. The whole... hour! He kept asking me all these outrageous questions. I didn’t finish reading the chapter last night because I had to study for my Advanced Latin exam. So I couldn’t answer all his stupid questions to his satisfaction. What a jerk!”
“Max—”
“But Dad, he really is a jerk! He’s like, ‘Mr.
McGregor, one would think that a pastor’s son could see the importance of understanding economics.’ Max donned the imaginary and quite sarcastic posture of his teacher, complete with proper voice intonation.MoreLess
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