Chapter 5
I have been living with Etta White for three days. Thus far, we have not made it past the first couple chapters of Job because I refuse to answer Etta’s questions about what the verses mean to me. The fact of the matter is that I don’t know what they mean to me. Every time I start to consider it, I get overwhelmed and it’s just easier not to think about the subject. So, instead, she grumbles and I snort at her grumbling.
“Before we go on our walk, I want you to take a look at these and tell me if you like them,” Etta says as she walks into the living room wearing her sweatpants and sweatshirt that says ‘Nurses do it in twelve-hour shifts’ and carrying a laptop. Where did she get a laptop? And who buys her clothes?
She brings the laptop over and sits down beside me. I finish ty
