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New Mercies I See
From the look on Delores' face as she strode up our walk, I knew that, once again, my sermon hadn't sat well with her.
We'd just gotten home from church when the sound of a car in the driveway made me look out the window. "You might want to hold off putting dinner on the table, Susie," I said. "Delores is here."
My normally patient mate groaned. "Why does it always have to be right after church? Doesn't that woman's family expect her home?"
We'd just gotten home from church when the sound of a car in the driveway made me look out the window. "You might want to hold off putting dinner on the table, Susie," I said. "Delores is here."
My normally patient mate groaned. "Why does it always have to be right after church? Doesn't that woman's family expect her home?"
