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Jehovah's Witnesses
That was a close one.
We've had our first visit from the Jehovah's Witnesses today, two young, seemingly normal women. They were pretty young and rather cute, too. Their heavy makeup and high heels surprised me, as well as the fact that it wasn't two men.
They didn't ask about my religion or lack thereof, nor did they keep me overly long. Madeline and I were both standing at the door in our pajamas and robes, so I guess they read the clues and simply handed me an invitation to a service which would explain to me (as if I, steeped in Catholicism, wouldn't know) the reason for Jesus' death and resurrection. But I guess even the Catholic version, to them, is the wrong version anyway. But I really didn't feel like discussing the issue; I was terribly nervous.
I guess they thought I seemed nervous because I wasn't properly dressed, but that wasn't why. The whole time they were talking, I was terribly distracted by noises Malkhos was making as he hastily was trying to pull on clothes. He knows.I thought. He's going to come and confront them and cause a scene. The neighbors will call the police. I'll have to bail him out of jail..
Just as he approached, the two young women were wishing me well and moving off the porch. Simultaneously, Malkhos was coming up behind me. Little did they know it, but Madeline and I were the only things between them and Malkhos's wrath. I shut the door just as he approached.
"Who was that, Mama?" Madeline asked.
"Don't worry about it, Madeline," I said.
"Dangerous lunatics, that's who it was!" Malkhos said.
"Madeline doesn't understand that," I said.
"What did they want?" Madeline asked.
"They want to see us burning in hell," Malkhos said. "They look forward to it with glee!"
"Don't frighten her," I said, handing him the tract they'd given me.
We've had our first visit from the Jehovah's Witnesses today, two young, seemingly normal women. They were pretty young and rather cute, too. Their heavy makeup and high heels surprised me, as well as the fact that it wasn't two men.
They didn't ask about my religion or lack thereof, nor did they keep me overly long. Madeline and I were both standing at the door in our pajamas and robes, so I guess they read the clues and simply handed me an invitation to a service which would explain to me (as if I, steeped in Catholicism, wouldn't know) the reason for Jesus' death and resurrection. But I guess even the Catholic version, to them, is the wrong version anyway. But I really didn't feel like discussing the issue; I was terribly nervous.
I guess they thought I seemed nervous because I wasn't properly dressed, but that wasn't why. The whole time they were talking, I was terribly distracted by noises Malkhos was making as he hastily was trying to pull on clothes. He knows.I thought. He's going to come and confront them and cause a scene. The neighbors will call the police. I'll have to bail him out of jail..
Just as he approached, the two young women were wishing me well and moving off the porch. Simultaneously, Malkhos was coming up behind me. Little did they know it, but Madeline and I were the only things between them and Malkhos's wrath. I shut the door just as he approached.
"Who was that, Mama?" Madeline asked.
"Don't worry about it, Madeline," I said.
"Dangerous lunatics, that's who it was!" Malkhos said.
"Madeline doesn't understand that," I said.
"What did they want?" Madeline asked.
"They want to see us burning in hell," Malkhos said. "They look forward to it with glee!"
"Don't frighten her," I said, handing him the tract they'd given me.
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