Knock On My Door, Will You?
A True Story. Mostly. A knock on the door last week, too damned early in the morning…an older middle-aged woman with pamphlets and a bible in a floral dress and sensible shoes bearing close resemblance to Mrs. C, my tenth-grade typing teacher. “Hello, I’m spreading the good word about a 3-day conference in–” “Is this…
A knock on the door last week, too damned early on a foggy morning…a woman with pamphlets, a captious smile, and bible clenched beneath white, shivering knuckles. Her impressively baroque hair towered beneath a clear plastic rain bonnet that snapped beneath her chin like a helmet. “Hello, I’m spreading the good word about a 3-day…