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"But they make fun of me when I wait at the other ones,"
replied Maggie.
"Secondly," said Charlie, seeing that there were actual reasons why Maggie
was doing as she was, "I'm sure Wayne appreciates the fact that you keep his
cause alive, but I'd imagine he wouldn't want you to wait at this bus stop, instead
of living your life." Maggie looked at her expectantly.
"Then what do I do?" she asked.
It had never occurred to anyone that Maggie might be there because she felt there
was no other place to go. Not that she was homeless-- but friendless.
"Well," stammered Charlie, trying to think of an answer to such a simple
question, "why don't you do volunteer work, or something?" Maggie was hoping
that this new found friend who had taken an interest in her, would make some kind
of an offer, or something that would include her in Charlie's life. She was ready
to leave the bus stop forever. "I guess you can come to dinner," conceded
Charlie. "You can volunteer to help me with the dishes."
"And of some have compassion, making a difference."
~ Jude 22 ~
Over dinner, Charlie learned that Maggie worked at Dairy Cream part time, that her
parents had lived in Twin Yucca since she was little, that she was unable to graduate
from High School, and that Charlie was the first real friend she had since a childhood
girlfriend of hers went away six years ago. The delicate way Maggie had said, "went
away" gave Charlie the impression that her previous friend had died.
Chuck received Charlie's guest warmly, though he was puzzled why his daughter had
invited her.
Vera was glad to let Charlie and Maggie fix dinner and clean the dishes, but she
didn't appreciate the fact that Charlie was befriending a city outcast; and, Maggie
was more than twice Charlie's age. She should be making friends with other teenagers,
and not grown women with slow ways. What would their across-the-street neighbor,
Mrs. Jacobs, say?
After the dinner dishes were finished, and the food had been put away, Charlie excused
herself from everyone, including her guest. She had to retire to her room for some
intense studying. To Charlie's great surprise, Maggie followed her into the bedroom.
"I have to study now," explained Charlie, politely. She hoped Maggie would
take the hint and leave, but she didn't! She was like a stray puppy who had found
someone to befriend it. "Aren't your parents going to miss you?" asked
Charlie.
"I called Dad and told him where I was," replied Maggie, taking a look
around. "You don't have much stuff," she observed. "I have pink walls
and a canopy bed, and a collection of old dolls. Do you collect dolls?" Maggie
was trying the teenager's patience. Charlie hadn't went to the bus stop to find a
new best friend-- or had she?
Jerome snorted smugly at his opponent. His castle had just defeated Adam's bishop,
and now was within striking distance of his knight.
"Did you know Arnold has a bedsore?" asked Adam, advancing a pawn forward
one square.
"Arnold who?" asked Jerome, his attention on the game before him.
"Your father," hinted Adam. "You know, the man who showed up at mealtime
and sat at the head of your table?"
"Yes, yes, what about him?" exclaimed Jerome, impatiently.
"He has a nasty looking bedsore," replied the plumber.
"What am I supposed to do about it?" snapped Jerome. "I'm not a nurse!"
"I naturally thought you would want to know how he was doing," replied
Adam, harmlessly.
"Anyone would think you're the DON [Director of Nursing]," sneered Jerome.
"How long do you think it will be when Chuck begins to manifest the same symptoms
as Arnold?" asked Adam. It was more than mere idle curiosity; he was concerned,
as Chuck's friend, to know what was going to happen next.
"You, too?" groaned the Administrator.
"What do you mean?" asked Adam, moving his queen out of reach from Jerome's
remaining castle.
"Charlie wouldn't shut up today," replied Jerome. "She kept asking
questions about AD, and would she be next, and other such nonsense."
"It's only natural for a child to be concerned about their parent," reminded
Adam.
"Did you know that she's going to throw away a promising career, just to take
care of her father?" asked Jerome incredulously. Adam was about to repeat his
last statement, when Jerome continued. "The little lady acts like I'm made of
money!"
"You think she should help pay Chuck's expenses?" inquired Adam.
"Well, she's not planning on it any time soon," scoffed Jerome.
"Maybe Charlie is trying to help in the best way she knows," suggested
Adam, purposefully moving his queen into Jerome's path. "So, she was willing
to sacrifice her own interests for her father, huh?"
"Ah-ha!" cried Jerome triumphantly. "You've lost her highness! Now
I can capture your king!"
"You win again," conceded Adam.
"Thou, O man of God... follow after righteousness,
godliness, faith, [and] love."
~ 1 Timothy 6: 11 ~
"Have respect unto the covenant: for the dark places of the earth are full of
the habitations of cruelty."
~ Psalms 74:20 ~
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