“Well, you know…different,” she said as she stared at me rather intently.
“Different?” I questioned?
“Yeah, different,” she responded. “And I think we need to talk about it.”
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“Well, let’s just say there is nothing out of the ordinary, but yes… something is wrong.”
“What?” I questioned.
“Ronnie, I normally go over to Christ Beacon to work when you are gone.” She placed the half-eaten strip of bacon back on her plate. “But this time, one of the women who deals with the correspondence and counting donations had called in sick. So I offered to help.”
“Yes?”
“Well, it was an interesting experience.” She held her coffee in both hands just in front of her face.
“Interesting?”
“Yes,” she responded. “Let’s just say I learned something.”
“What did you learn?
