Tuesday, May 14

A BASKIN ROBBINS SUMMER (continued. Part XIII of ? If you are new to this story, you can read from the beginning,

here)

The service began with a hymn that I recognized, and I belted it out with all I had. Somehow, all those hymns I had heard while growing up had been stored in my head, and they came out of my memory like prisoners seeing daylight for the first time.
My uncle gave a rousing sermon. I have to admit, I was more fascinated with his delivery and the effect it was having on the congregation than the content itself. Nonetheless, I did understand the general gist of it. My uncle was quite a preacher, I thought.

After the service, my aunt went down to perform some duties, and I was left alone. I decided to go exploring among the various floors of the church.

Nothing was too interesting until I got to the third floor, where Sunday school was obviously in session. Not just Sunday school, however. Sunday school taught by an extremely cute girl in the front. I was mesmerized. Unfortunately, it was not very wise to stay right in front of the door, staring at her. She eventually noticed, and I thought I saw a quick smile flash across her face. For me? Surely not for me. I wasn’t paying any attention to what she was saying, I confess. I was just held in a grip by her physical attractiveness.
I don’t know how long I stood there, or how long I was staring, but eventually, the session came to a close, and little kids bowled me over and flew out. My attention, of course, was still on the teacher. By this time, I was trying to go James Bond and not be so obvious. Which meant I stared at her every other moment, and had to count before I allowed myself to look at her again.

She chatted with several other adults, teachers, I presumed, and made her way to the back. I started panicking, and turned to examine the decorated bulletin that was suddenly so interesting.


yakob at 6:57 PM

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