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then because he was emotionally involved in the story—his home was one of the first ones hit, and they’d stolen his collection of antique fishing equipment, which was never recovered. Now he was equally stirred up and displayed the headline in all caps and size 82 font: “MINIMUM-SECURITY JAIL PROPOSED FOR BRADBURY!”
Emotions were running high all over the town that morning as residents opened their papers. The consensus was that no one wanted a jail anywhere close to their home or their hometown.
Sarah didn’t read the paper that morning. She, Joel, and Malta had covered their regular prayer walk, and then she drove to her appointment with Dr. Newbury. He had been her family doctor for 20 years. Even though George had been treated by a cancer specialist in Mt. Pielor, Dr. Newbury continued to drop by the house to visit George until he passed away.
After exchanging pleasantries, he asked Sarah the reason for her visit.
“I’m just having a harder time getting around,” she said uncomfortably, staring at the trashcan in the corner of the room. “I have a hard time getting out of bed and sometimes lifting my feet to take the next step; but then when I get going, it gets easier.”
“How old are you, Sarah?” asked Dr. Newbury still perusing the chart.
“I’ll be 72 next year.”
“I hate to break it to you,” he said with a sight grin, “but if you hadn’t noticed, you’re getting old. We both are!”
“Believe me, I know that. It just seems like it’s more….” She shifted self-consciously and her voice trailed off. She decided not to tell him about the tremors that she sometimes had in her hands.
“Are you still taking your arthritis medicine regularly?”
“Yes. No. Sometimes. Well, mostly just when I need it.”
“From now on I want you to take it every morning,” He turned to face her for emphasis, “Even if you don’t feel like you
need
it. Here’s a new prescription. You’re at five milligrams now; go to 10, and if you need to, you can increase to 15 at your discretion. If you don’t see improvements in your mobility in a month, call me back and we’ll do some testing.”
Sarah thanked him and left.
Lord, let it just be arthritis
, she prayed as she walked across Main Street to Tully’s drugstore.
Sarah handed the prescription to the pharmacist. He wasn’t the regular. She wondered if he was the Jernstrom’s son. His father was one of the deacons and had mentioned at church that his son finished his college and he’d returned to Bradbury.
He handed her the prescription. “That’ll be $20 even.”
“Goodness, that’s highway robbery! Last time I filled this it was $12.” “Well, maybe you can have me locked up in the new jail.”
“Pardon?”
“The new jail. They want to build a jail in Bradbury.” Sarah tried to refrain, but an audible gasp escaped her lips. She actually felt her heart racing.“A jail?”
“That’s kind of everyone’s response,” said the pharmacist. “It was splashed across the front page of the
Gazette
today. It’s already causing quite a controversy.”
Sarah smiled weakly, fished $20 from her purse, and headed for the door. She had to go home and pray.
“A jail in Bradbury, that’s not good,” said Paul over his weekly lunch with Mike.
“Be careful,” said Saldu. “You need to pray about this and not go off of assumptions.”
“It’s not a sure thing, but it’s proposed,” said Mike.
“If it’s proposed, can it be opposed?”
“Sure, anything can be opposed. They already tried to build it in Leesville, but no one there would sell them land. That’s why they’re here. Mayor Forbes is all excited though because of the additional jobs it’ll generate. But I think it’s going to be a hard sell to the residents.”
“Well, when we get the prayer meeting going on Wednesday we can spend time praying about this,” said Paul wadding up the wrapper from his corned beef sandwich.
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Emotions were running high all over the town that morning as residents opened their papers. The consensus was that no one wanted a jail anywhere close to their home or their hometown.
Sarah didn’t read the paper that morning. She, Joel, and Malta had covered their regular prayer walk, and then she drove to her appointment with Dr. Newbury. He had been her family doctor for 20 years. Even though George had been treated by a cancer specialist in Mt. Pielor, Dr. Newbury continued to drop by the house to visit George until he passed away.
After exchanging pleasantries, he asked Sarah the reason for her visit.
“I’m just having a harder time getting around,” she said uncomfortably, staring at the trashcan in the corner of the room. “I have a hard time getting out of bed and sometimes lifting my feet to take the next step; but then when I get going, it gets easier.”
“How old are you, Sarah?” asked Dr. Newbury still perusing the chart.
“I’ll be 72 next year.”
“I hate to break it to you,” he said with a sight grin, “but if you hadn’t noticed, you’re getting old. We both are!”
“Believe me, I know that. It just seems like it’s more….” She shifted self-consciously and her voice trailed off. She decided not to tell him about the tremors that she sometimes had in her hands.
“Are you still taking your arthritis medicine regularly?”
“Yes. No. Sometimes. Well, mostly just when I need it.”
“From now on I want you to take it every morning,” He turned to face her for emphasis, “Even if you don’t feel like you
need
it. Here’s a new prescription. You’re at five milligrams now; go to 10, and if you need to, you can increase to 15 at your discretion. If you don’t see improvements in your mobility in a month, call me back and we’ll do some testing.”
Sarah thanked him and left.
Lord, let it just be arthritis
, she prayed as she walked across Main Street to Tully’s drugstore.
Sarah handed the prescription to the pharmacist. He wasn’t the regular. She wondered if he was the Jernstrom’s son. His father was one of the deacons and had mentioned at church that his son finished his college and he’d returned to Bradbury.
He handed her the prescription. “That’ll be $20 even.”
“Goodness, that’s highway robbery! Last time I filled this it was $12.” “Well, maybe you can have me locked up in the new jail.”
“Pardon?”
“The new jail. They want to build a jail in Bradbury.” Sarah tried to refrain, but an audible gasp escaped her lips. She actually felt her heart racing.“A jail?”
“That’s kind of everyone’s response,” said the pharmacist. “It was splashed across the front page of the
Gazette
today. It’s already causing quite a controversy.”
Sarah smiled weakly, fished $20 from her purse, and headed for the door. She had to go home and pray.
“A jail in Bradbury, that’s not good,” said Paul over his weekly lunch with Mike.
“Be careful,” said Saldu. “You need to pray about this and not go off of assumptions.”
“It’s not a sure thing, but it’s proposed,” said Mike.
“If it’s proposed, can it be opposed?”
“Sure, anything can be opposed. They already tried to build it in Leesville, but no one there would sell them land. That’s why they’re here. Mayor Forbes is all excited though because of the additional jobs it’ll generate. But I think it’s going to be a hard sell to the residents.”
“Well, when we get the prayer meeting going on Wednesday we can spend time praying about this,” said Paul wadding up the wrapper from his corned beef sandwich.
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