Lochlan and I are lying in bed this morning, sun beaming in, windows wide, the sounds of distant lawn mowers and closer birds filling our ears. Lochlan stretches laugidly, like a cat.
What if we skipped church?
Then Sam would be lonely.
What if we kidnapped him and kept him here too?
Then who would do the service?
His co-rev.
On short notice?
He suddenly got very sick.
Hmm. Better check with him.
Go find him. Lochlan smiles a wicked, wicked smile.
You'd do anything to get out of church. (I said the same thing on the midway when Sunday prayers came around under the mess tent and it was mandatory if you wanted your paycheque that week and still he bristled.)
Go on.
I head down the hall, down the steps and to the right into Sam's part of the house, knocking softly.
Come in. I step inside and Sam is in his den tying his tie. Help? He lifts his chin and puts his hands down.
I take the tie and slide it off him from around his neck. Then I tie it around his hands, making him my captive.
What are you doing?
Making you our prisoner. You'll have to call your office.
He grins. Grab my phone, Bridge.
What if we skipped church?
Then Sam would be lonely.
What if we kidnapped him and kept him here too?
Then who would do the service?
His co-rev.
On short notice?
He suddenly got very sick.
Hmm. Better check with him.
Go find him. Lochlan smiles a wicked, wicked smile.
You'd do anything to get out of church. (I said the same thing on the midway when Sunday prayers came around under the mess tent and it was mandatory if you wanted your paycheque that week and still he bristled.)
Go on.
I head down the hall, down the steps and to the right into Sam's part of the house, knocking softly.
Come in. I step inside and Sam is in his den tying his tie. Help? He lifts his chin and puts his hands down.
I take the tie and slide it off him from around his neck. Then I tie it around his hands, making him my captive.
What are you doing?
Making you our prisoner. You'll have to call your office.
He grins. Grab my phone, Bridge.