As the wind picked up from the north, colder air was creeping through the lobby door. She buttoned her blouse to cover the cross on her half-exposed chest and agreed that Willy was an honest Christian we don’t often find even among preachers. “Let him bring a piglet or two in the yard. That will make him happy. Just a hunch on my part, but I think he’s slowly killing himself with that horrible diet of his. I have my weakness for chocolate too. I can do without the chocolate, if I had a good man by my side.”
Reaching for some candy in her purse, she then switched the radio station from Christian talk to local news. She asked if I wanted to share a chocolate bar with her to wipe off life’s bitter taste in my mouth. My appetite for anything sweet disappeared after a news report that the stoc
