I had laid the trap carefully, and if my view of their relationship was correct, Larry was in trouble
«I — I — don’t know what to say,» she stammered, «I’ll think about it, and pray about it, and decide what to do.»
«Thanks, Mrs. Kershaw. Maybe I can ask you about it on Sunday morning. I’d sure feel better knowing there was nothing to it.»
Sunday morning couldn’t arrive soon enough for me http://hookupdate.net/escort-index/columbus/. Either way, he would do nothing to assuage the seed of mistrust that I’d planted. I searched my mental recesses to remember the character from Shakespeare’s «Othello» who had employed a similar strategy. Ah, yes — Iago, a man after my own evil heart.
Before Sunday School that morning, I saw Sarah in the hallway. Read more