Chapter 21
It’s been two days since I found out Etta is dying. I’m trying to be a trooper about it, but I just want to kick and scream like a three-year-old until God gives me my way. I feel like that should work. I see it work on parents in Walmart all the time. But Etta says God is more patient and less stupid than our earthly parents, and my tantrum will most likely just end up with me getting hurt and having my ego bruised.
Now I almost feel like I have to throw a tantrum. It’s like she’s challenged me to see if God’s patience is really so infinite that my kicking and screaming will have no effect. But don’t worry, I won’t. I don’t really have the energy for a full-fledged tantrum and I refuse to do anything halfway. I’ve not slept in two days. Between waiting to hear about news on J
