Michael Malone - Weebly

got to come. May get a recruit. Neighbors won't, any
more than they have to be decent. People are scared of
the old.
Scared they'll drool down their chins or have fits
and die right in front of them. Feel guilty because the old
bore them. Embarrass them. And because they're so
glad they're not tottering into six feet of wormy dirt any
minute now. I know I gloated when I was young.
Whenever that was."
The swinging cane whisked by Jonathan's head.
"You were," he said. "I think the rector told me, weren't
you a professional tennis player once?"
"Yes, I was. Hard to believe now, ain't it? God
could lob me for the moon, round and pasty as I am
now."
Jonathan found this image so unnerving that he
laughed, then blushed, then mumbled an apology.
"Why? Don't be sorry. Always laugh when folks
joke about themselves. Always encourage sanity. It
helps. That'd be a better job for the church than trying
to figure out whether that idiot God exists or not.
Yes, I played tennis. Too rich to do anything