A Red Herring

Our friends think we’re certifiably crazy. They can’t believe that we have strangers living with us. Mike remains his optimistic, diplomatic self, explaining that we’re doing a good thing by providing food and shelter for Paul and Denise who otherwise would be homeless. On our side, we have gained a huge jumpstart on the list of home improvement projects that stand in the way of putting our house on the market in February.

Paul and Denise are very flexible about our schedules and plans. We put them up in a roadside inn one night so that Mikayla’s friends could sleep over to celebrate her eleventh birthday.

I picked up our house guests at a different motel than the one where Mike had left them. Denise explained that she and Paul were asked to leave the first one after she reported to the front desk that someone on the elevator had tried to sell her drugs.

I believed her. After all, she and Paul have said repeatedly that they’re Christians and will have nothing to do with drugs. That must be the truth, right?

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About Cheryl Crockett Lezovich

Mom, first mate and writer aboard a 40' Manta catamaran, S/V Happy Times.
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