man.
A married man does not have sense enough to play hard to get. Thatâs because he is more interested in getting you than in you getting him. He will brag about what heâs got, where heâs been, and the big plans he has for making his next million. As Splurgeon says, âHe that is full of himself is very empty.â Such a man will do all the talking to keep you from asking questions. If you do get a word in and ask if he is married, he will lie flat out or tell you some sad story about how his wife left him for his best friend and broke his heart. Donât believe a word of it.
Sheâs probably at home with his kids trying to pay all the bills he has run up.
Another thing. If Carl is in the termite business, donât expect him to have a lot of money to spend. If he does throw money around, look out, he has got somethingon the side. No telling what, gambling maybe. Or he is head over heels in debt.
Find out if he has a neat little lunch in a lunch pail. If he does, he lives with his mama. He is not the marrying kind. Of course, marrying is not something you have in mind either, just friendship, right?
Now to help you get started, since you donât cotton to bowling, next time he asks, turn the tables on him. Invite him to go to church with you. If he is quick to accept and donât ask what church youâre going to before he agrees to go, that tells you he is not one of them narrow-minded âwe the only church has got the truthâ kind of believers. You will feel safe with him in church and besides it will give the women something to talk about. Ha! Ha!
I read that letter over three times before I mailed it.
Over a week went by, and I had not heard a word from Beatrice. I tell you, curiosity was about to kill this cat!
And every night I looked for that prostitute to show up, but she never did. I figured Horace got word to her somehow about my corner being watched and she had staked out a place in another part of town.
I thought a lot about that woman, and I prayed for her, but I just didnât understand why she sold her body when she could be working at an honest job. Standing on a street corner in all kinds of weather, begging men to havetheir way, well, to me, that would be hell on earth. Not to mention the fact that such a life was sure to lead to hell below. I knew some hookers made good money, but Iâd beg before Iâd do that.
Another week went by. The only important thing I got done took a giant step of faith. I saw in the want ads that somebody was selling a used tiller. I prayed about it, and since I hadnât been able to find one before, I figured this must be it.
That tiller looked brand new. I couldnât find one thing wrong with it. When I asked the owner why she was selling it, she said her husband had died and she couldnât handle it no more. I was satisfied the tiller was a good buy, so I paid down on it. The woman said sheâd keep it in her garage and give me thirty days to come up with the rest of the money. Well, Iâd have to ask the Lord for that.
Paying for the tiller was the easy part; finding some kind of vehicle to haul it in was the hard thing. If worse came to worse, poor Elijah would have to make a wagon he could pull himself. I hated to think we might come to that.
The rest of the week all I did was stake tomatoes, wash the car, scrub the front porch, and cut the grass. Oh yes, I peeled and canned a bushel of peaches, made a couple of jars of peach pickle, and took some to Mrs. Purdy.
Little did I know the Lord was giving me a weekâs rest for what lay ahead. If I had known before what the Lord had in mind for me to do, I mightâve gone AWOL.
13
At the crack of dawn, somebody was knocking on my back door. I opened it, and there stood Elijah!
âElijah! What in the world? Come inside, come in here.â
He took off his cap and came in the kitchen.
âYou walk all the way up here, or did somebody
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