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Excerpt from "Other Men's Daughters"
Topic Started: Oct 28 2010, 08:54 PM (77 Views)
fiona1964
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I would like to thank Lewis Levite

Excerpt from "Other Men's Daughters", by Levite, copyright on author's re-write, 2010, work in progress.

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Walter interrupted the silence with an unprovoked hilarious story about Candi: The one girl cleaning crew.
During a Youth Directions meeting a few weeks ago, she had decided the carpet in the church fellowship hall was dirty.
"Yeah, it's a bit dingy," Norman agreed remembering the vague shade of gray of the carpet.
"Not any more. She wouldn't rest, or stop talking, until the youth group agreed to come in on Saturday afternoon to clean the carpet." Walter paused and chuckled for a moment. "Well, Saturday afternoon wasn't good enough for her. She was at Donny's store when it opened Saturday morning and rented the biggest carpet-shampooing machine they had. I have no idea how her and her dad got it in their car, but they did, and she proceeded to clean the carpet."
"I know Candi, she didn't just 'clean the carpet'. What happened?"
Walter almost giggled. "No she did. She cleaned it. She thought that ugly color was dirt, and took it out."
"She bleached the carpet?"
Walter nodded laughing, "It's about the color of your tackle box now."
The priest looked at the light blue plastic and laughed.
"It took her, and the rest of the youth group as well, all day, and two machines, to get the color even and the rug dry. Greg came home and told me it would have been easier for them to have laid new carpet instead of doing it her way."
"What did some of those old stogies on your board think?"
Walter put on his poker face. No expression, his upper lip firm, while inside he was rolling off the pier laughing. "They didn't notice for two weeks," he said dryly.
Norman roared with laughter until his eyes watered and he had to hold his side.
"They had a board meeting in there the following week and didn't even notice. Somebody mentioned it to Mr. Perkins and he went in there the next Sunday morning and stood and stared at it. Then he didn't say a word."
They laughed and laughed for a long time.

"Have you given any thought to how long you want to do this?" Father Wagsley said at length.
"I figured we'd stay until we ran out of worms."
"You know what I mean."
"I figured I'd stay until the Lord saw differently," the preacher ignored his bouncing bobber. "I had thought about retiring and moving to Texas and annoying a couple of my relatives. Like my sister and her son." He opened the small cooler and offered the priest another soft drink. "But if I get called home before then, so be it. I can think of worst things to happen." He looked at the opposite bank and ran his eyes along the cliff where it met the water, but he didn't see it.
"You're missing her again," Norman said in a minute.
"Every day." Walter closed his eyes, "I can see her face perfectly, she hasn't aged a day. Not like me," he patted his stomach. "Her and Laurel. It's been so long since the accident. But then again, it was yesterday."
"That's the only thing I am grateful for about not being allowed to marry. Not having to grieve a wife or child that passes before I do."
"But you've missed so much besides. I expect to be officiating at a wedding before long, and I expect you to be there too. No excuses. And besides, it could have easily been the other way around," Walter said softly.
"No. Dorothy hated fishing, she's never have come out here with me."
Walter looked at him seriously for a minute. Then he shook his head and laughed silently. When he spoke next it was his turn to draw his friend out, "So, who died?"
"Why?"
"The only time you ask me about Dorothy, or retirement, or something like that is when somebody in your congregation has passed on."
"Mister Cubbage. Sam Cubbage."
"Cubbage, Cubbage." He shook his head. "I can't place him."
"You've met him. Very short, very fat, very loud." Norman made 'so tall, so broad' gestures with his hands. "Never around the church much. His wife's the sweetest woman in town."
"Oh! That Sam. Yeah, sorry to hear that. What happened to him?"
"Heart attack. They got to him in time and operated, but there was just too much of him for a damaged heart to keep alive. He lasted two days. But he was awake long enough to say goodbye to his wife and kids and to have the prayers," he nodded slowly, then he crossed himself.
Walter nodded and closed his deep-set eyes for the family as the priest muttered a prayer.
"That's the only thing seminary never had any answers for," Walter said. "The hardest thing I've ever had to do. Try to tell a family that the deceased had made a personal choice and that God was not going to hold a gun on them to bring them to Himself before it was too late."
Father Wagsley agreed, "We preach, and witness, and do good works, and sometimes..."
"They even rejected Jesus. And Paul. And others who were far better at it than us."
"Better preachers or fisherman?" Norman said as Walter reeled his line in.
Walter laughed, "The first preachers were fishermen."
"Maybe they weren't very good fishermen so they changed jobs."
Reverend DeYoung DD ThD looked at his empty hook, "So we should keep our day jobs."
"That would be my take on it."

The day grew old. The worms were running low. The cold drinks and meatloaf sandwiches were gone.
They had laughed together, and shared long silences together, and discussed the pitching prospects for a couple of baseball teams, and mentioned news of bake sales and a missionary that had lost his passport. And that was why they came out here to begin with.
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So, be honest now... would you like to read the rest of it?
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fiona1964
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You love to read the rest of this book
cant wait till it comes in Britain or get some one to buy it for me online
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Jenny
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Cant wait to read more of this
it is very good thanks for sharing
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This sounds great where can i get the book from ?
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