I knew the minute I heard his voice something was wrong. It was too late for him to be out for lunch and too early for him to be heading home. “Hey…,” my husband…
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“Mama, will you play my new game I got for Christmas with me?” Grace asked. It was a floor game; not one you can play neatly at the kitchen table. I imagined crawling around…
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Pages flipped behind me as I tried to listen to the preacher. Flip. Flip. Flip. It was rhythmic. My concentration paused as I waited for it to stop. A second of silence and then……
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“Hey, its’ me…” I paused after playing my answering machine message to listen closely. The voice on the other end sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on which of my friends…