patteren:
122309;1088
series: magnificat;213
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122309;1088 |
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With gentle relief, the woman sighed, “Thank you. I don’t know why you’re being so kind...it’s a lovely idea. You see, we’re planning to move to Taiwan for a number of years. My husband is a pastor and we’ve been asked to plant a new church. It’s indefinite as to how long our stay will be. I feel so foolish about this cradle matter. I’m simply being petty and greedy.” Mrs. Roland suddenly laughed, a beautiful, luxurious laugh. “Listen,” Mrs. Roland confided, “when my husband was asked to move to Arkansas, in my fear and insecurity, I threatened that if he didn’t dig up my beloved rose bushes and Japanese maples and bring them there intact, I would not go. Fortunately for me, he decided to go into business for himself and I was rescued from myself. I can only imagine how I would be behaving if I were in your position right now.” They both laughed, now, both at ease. “You know,“ the woman brightened, “I would like to keep it in the family. But we really can’t afford storage space for an indefinite number of years. We could ship it to our relatives,” she was thinking out loud, “But, you know, I have a better idea. You obviously wanted to buy the cradle for someone in mind. It’s probably for your son or your daughter. Listen, I’ll lend it to them for as long as they need it, and, in return, I’ll accept your offer to refinish this cradle.” |
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