She'd gotten it from the library, that's some consolation. She didn't pay good money for it ... 'though the public library did!
She admitted being hooked on those Left Behind novels. I snooped, leaving her tip as she washed her next cut. I placed the money under the book so I could glimpse the spine. Glorious Appearing! She's gone from Dan Brown to this; it's a slippery slope.
There but by the grace of God ...
I chided her too playfully: "How can you read that?!"
"I can't put it down! It's about the end of the world when Christ returns!"
The man in her chair had some affliation with RBC; I thought I had in him an ally. He was as ineffective as I at reforming her.
She's not likely to take me seriously, certainly not when I confessed that I have his reference books. Not his fiction ... well, but I know that his reference books are also fiction.
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