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Chapter Twenty-three
Mike's Birthday
"Casting all your care upon Him [God]; for He careth for you."
~ 1 Peter 5:7 ~
"Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and He shall sustain thee: He shall never suffer
the righteous to be moved."
~ Psalms 55:22 ~
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Shirley Garner entered Clark Plumbing Service and Supply and greeted Mike as she
walked to the office.
"What are you doing here, Mom?" asked Mike, setting down the journal he
had been studying for the California Journeyman Plumber License exam.
"Where's your uncle?" asked Shirley.
"In the office."
"Go back to your studies," smiled Shirley. When she found Adam, his head
was cocked over the back of the chair, his feet were on the desk, and he was fast
asleep.
"You're not supposed to take naps in the daytime," reminded Shirley, shaking
her brother by the foot to wake him up. Adam opened his eyes wearily, and sat up
straight in his chair.
"Hi, Sis," he yawned.
"No wonder you can't sleep at night!" scolded Shirley. "You're supposed
to adhere to your schedule!"
"I know, I know," replied Adam.
"I don't understand why you can't go to bed and sleep at bedtime like everyone
else! It's not difficult to do when you stick to a routine!"
Adam shrugged it off. He had long ago given up trying to explain to his sister that
sometimes all the schedules, the staying awake during daylight hours, the sleeping
pills, the midnight walks, and all of her good intentions were not enough to give
him a good sound sleep. When he couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep! And when he couldn't
sleep, Shirley's concerned hovering only served to make it worse. It was easier to
agree with her than to excite Shirley's motherly sensibilities.
Even though he was older than her by one year, Shirley was the protective "big"
sister who always knew what was best for her brother. Since their childhood, it had
always been this way.
"What brings you here?" he asked, hoping to divert the subject.
"Saturday is Mike's birthday, and I thought we might have a barbecue party at
the house," suggested Shirley.
"That's right," muttered Adam. "I forgot it was in September. How
old this year?"
"Twenty-six," sighed Shirley. "It doesn't seem possible, does it?"
"They do grow up fast," conceded Adam.
"I thought I would invite a few friends and neighbors-- nothing big, just a
small party," continued Shirley.
"That's nice," he replied, scribbling a note to get Mike a birthday present.
"May I bring a friend or two?"
"Constance is always welcome," replied Shirley.
"Actually, I was thinking of inviting Chuck and his daughter," answered
Adam. "That is, if it's all right with you."
Shirley was disappointed. Just as she was certain Adam was messing up his life with
this sleep deficiency nonsense, she was positive that Constance was the right woman
for her brother. For many years, Shirley had thought he needed a wife, and that Constance
was the perfect mate for him. In fact, it was Shirley who had introduced them to
each other.
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