When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat - Webs

on the road. It was the normal, short drive, no more than 15
minutes or so before I pulled up to the mailbox at the bottom
of our driveway. As is my custom everyday, I collected the
mail and started driving up to the garage. The driveway is
long and curving and the thought occurred to me to make arrangements
for snow removal for the winter. It was far from
winter and, yet, my tired mind was already getting prepared.
I wondered about Gideon but brushed the thought
away, having felt I'd done my good deed for the day and
probably would never see him again. There were more important
things to do now, like dinner, walking the dog and finally
taking out the garbage. Dinner and then walking the dog
would be pleasant. “Rajah,” my collie, was a spirited, friendly
animal, and a little run with him would do both of us some
good.
As I walked into the house, mail in one hand and attaché
case in the other, my son, Jonathan, was waiting for me.
Only three years old, he had no concept of time and so was
not too surprised to see me at that late hour. Laying aside the
mail and attaché case, I picked up Jonathan and proceeded
into the kitchen. My wife, Mardai, and daughter, Malika,
greeted me warmly. The aroma of slowly simmering chicken
stew made me realize how hungry I was.
“What kept you so late today, John?” Mardai asked as
we sat down to dinner.
“Oh, nothing much. Just helped a fellow get his car
started.” Dinner over, I took care of the remaining chores,
helped put the children to bed and discussed some of the
day's activities with Mardai. Finally, we watched a short TV
show and then I read for a little while. I love to read, but there
never seems to be enough time. Generally I'm reading at
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