When Mercy Rains
“The door scraped along the floor, following the path it had carved in the tongue-and-groove boards. He shook his head. Stubborn woman. Why wouldn’t Mrs. Zimmerman allow someone to repair the things that needed fixing? A readjustment of the hinges and the door wouldn’t drag along the floor anymore. This fine old house would fall to ruin in another few years at the rate it was going.He stepped around the wringer washing machine, which had drifted to the center of the sagging porch, and lifted his hand to rap his knuckles on the kitchen door. Scuffling noises along with the high-pitched chatter of a worried voice escaped from the other side. Instead of knocking, he called, “Hello in the house! Is everything all right?”The pound of approaching footsteps gave a reply, and then the door swung wide. Clete’s wife gestured him inside, gasping, “Oh, Paul, thank goodness you’re here. Mother Zimmerman passed out!”Paul jogged to the opposite side of the kitchen, where two women knelt on either side of Mrs.
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