A knock on the door. That was it. He was home. Home? We've got nowhere else to go. Why are you here and who's that? A young immature blonde girl stands lamely beside him. Aren't you supposed to be in school? You only had one semester left then graduation? Home? Why are you here? Pockets empty, penniless, a pure bred dog for her that's all. Where's all your stuff? Everything's sold, exchanged for gas to get here. And who's that? I love her, we're living together. You're what? I raised you for this? I thought you knew? What about your sister? What will she think? We've got nowhere else to go. What will people think? How can we do this? We've got nowhere else to go. How can we go to church with you two? We've got nowhere else to go.


...while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.



- posted by Jacob B. @ 3:57 PM