“You know, I think I will just have the coffee,” Mr. Clayburn commented. “I’ve already had a little breakfast. Let’s give Pastor Dennison my share. I’m sure he is used to something a little more substantial than a muffin and bacon.”
Wanda pushed his plate across the desk toward me without saying a word and sat down in the adjacent chair with only a cup of coffee for herself.
“Go ahead and eat,” Mr. Clayburn said when he saw me sitting there just gazing at my plate.
I put the bread in my mouth and was delighted with the buttery flavor and chewy texture even though it was initially a little disconcerting. It was nothing like Momma’s biscuits.
“As I was saying,” Mr. Clayburn continued, “television is quite a different medium than radio. When you are in radio, there are things you can hide
