Daniel by Robin Merrill

Author:Robin Merrill
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Maine Christian fiction, cheap Christian fiction, Christian fiction, Christian suspense, inspirational fiction, homeless ministry, christian fiction for women, christian books for women, christian novels for women, pentecostal fiction, full gospel fiction, spirit filled fiction, spirit-filled fiction
Publisher: New Creation Publishing
Published: 2016-06-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Tuesday morning, Pete walked into the salon. “They’re finally gone. So, what do you think of my new glasses?”

Maggie looked up and smiled. “They look fantastic.”

Pete stuck his hip out in a silly supermodel pose and pointed at his glasses.

Maggie laughed.

“Thank ya very much,” Pete said in his Elvis voice. “Your good husband G took me to the mall and got me these fantastic frames. Don’t I look smart? Don’t suppose I could get a new haircut to go with the new glasses? This stuff on the sides is ruining my look.”

Maggie patted the chair. “Have a seat. So Pastor left, huh?”

“Don’t you know? Aren’t you his secretary?” he said, his voice adrip with sarcasm.

“That’ll be enough out of you. I guess I did know he was leaving sometime today. Who’d he end up taking with him?”

Pete sat down. “Just Dwight. I guess Dwight was the only success story.” As Pete said “success story,” he made air quotes around the words. “All I know is it’s going to be so nice with both of them gone.”

“Now, behave yourself,” Maggie tried.

“That dude’s cray cray,” Pete said.

“Which dude?”

“Dwight of course. I don’t think Chris is crazy. I don’t even think he’s a bad guy. He’s pretty smart. Preaches good. I just don’t think he should be working with the homeless. He doesn’t like us.”

“I think he’s a bad guy,” Tiny offered from the couch, where he was looking at a comic book.

“Anyway,” Pete continued, “Dwight is certifiable. I mean, talking to himself nuts.”

“What does he say?” Maggie asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to know. I’m just telling you not to be alone with that guy.”

“Don’t worry, Pete. Tiny and I have that covered.” Tiny looked up. Maggie smiled at him. Tiny blushed.

Gertrude appeared in the doorway just then.

“Oh, hey, Gert,” Maggie said.

“Do you have an opening?” Gertrude asked. Gertrude and Maggie were old friends. They had been in the shelter together when they were both homeless. Since then, Gertrude had gotten her own place, but she still came for the occasional snip or worship service.

“For you, always,” Maggie said, “if you don’t mind hanging out for a few minutes while I finish up with Pete here.”

“Sure thing,” Gertrude said and plopped down on the sofa. “So who is cray cray?”

“Geesh, Gertrude,” Pete said, “you got the room bugged or somethin’?”

“Nope. Sound carries. I could hear you flibbertigibbets clear down the hall. So, who’s cray cray?”

“What did she just call us?” Pete asked.

Maggie rolled her eyes. “I have no idea. Some Gertrudism. Either way, we probably shouldn’t be calling anyone cray cray. And we were talking about a guest here. He’s a new believer and he’s going through some stuff.”

Pete snorted. “Yeah, stuff all right.”

“Like what?” Gertrude prodded.

“Let it go, Gert,” Maggie tried.

“Not in my nature,” Gertrude said. “So what’s the deal with this guy?”

“He’s some kind of war hero, and it apparently did some damage to his psyche,” Pete said.

“Wait a minute. Is this the guy you had on TV?

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