"John Dalmas - The Second Coming" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dalmas John)

"What did you think of him?"


"He was interesting."


"That's no answer!"


Jenny's response was quiet but firm. "Mother, it is my answer. The man was
interesting."


"How long did he talk? An hour? It had to be more than just interesting."


"My report's in my course folder, back in the dorm. I'll mail it when I get back." She
tried to smile. "I write better than I talk. I got an 'A' on it."
So far her father had stayed out of the discussion. Now he stepped in. "Jennifer, don't
evade. Answer your mother."


She straightened, turning her gaze to his, clenched fists on her hips, the softness gone
from her voice. "All right. Just remember, you insisted. I found Ngunda Aran . . .
thoughtful, tolerant . . . and compassionate." She paused, shifting her eyes to her
mother's. "More than some Christians I know."


Even as she said it, Jen knew she'd made a mistake. With a sharp cry of exasperation,
Mary Lou Buckels grabbed her mashed potatoes and chicken gravy with a bare hand
and tried to throw it at her daughter. Her multiple sclerosis and the consistency of the
potatoes and gravy made the attempt largely unsuccessful. A bit of it reached Jenny's
blouse, but most of it squeezed out of her mother's hand, or stuck to it.


"You insolent slut! Tolerance? Contempt is more like it! Contempt for God and His
Truth! The Truth of His Words, written down in the Bible!"


A retort screamed in Jen's mind. Like "you hypocrite?" "Love your enemy?" "Judge
not?" But all she said, and softly, was, "I'm sorry I made you angry, Mother. I'll pack
and leave."


She got up from the table, but her father moved between her and the dining room
door. "You will go nowhere!" he said. "You're grounded! Give me the keys to your
car!"