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

Chapter Thirteen
The morning arrived and I prepared for my meeting
with Gideon. I felt calm and composed yet, there was an undercurrent
of excitement that even I couldn’t deny. Due to my
recent relocation, I wasn’t familiar with many of the local
streets. Finally, out of frustration, I resorted to a local map
and, having located the street, got in my car and drove off.
At the designated address, I walked up to the front
door and anxiously rang the bell. A gray-haired lady opened
the door, smiled at me and said, “Please come in. <strong>You</strong> must be
John. Gideon is expecting you.” I thanked her and entered. I
spotted Gideon in the living room and walked over to shake
his hand. Simultaneously he stretched out his hand, smiled
and motioned for me to sit. Impatiently I fidgeted. The silence
was overwhelming. Sometimes, a few seconds can seem like
an eternity.
“So, how are you Gideon?” I finally asked. Anything to
start a conversation, I thought.
“As usual, John, I’m tending to business, doing the
things that need to be done,” he replied matter-of-factly.
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