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number of cases she worked, the odds she would be killed on the job or in transit to one were slightly higher than the odds it would be him.
He returned to the kitchen to fix a second sandwich and get another cup of coffee. If they had children, the risks of the jobwere going to be an issue for both of them. He drank some of the coffee and pondered that problem and weighed again if he wanted to open the door to consider dating a cop. There was nothing simple about this decision. He didnât plan to mess with her heart, or with his, by starting something that didnât make sense. He didnât have time for it now, for a misstep that could cost him months.
Ann was a night owl. He was a morning lark. Of everything that needed to mesh, heâd never thought through a way around that basic difference. He wasnât inclined to make a pro-and-con list when he tried to get to know a lady, but heâd have the things that had to be mulled over and sorted out in his mind. Schedules for them would be more than just a casual matter. A night owl and the current MHIâhe couldnât conceive of a schedule more difficult to finesse.
âGod, Iâd like to ask you a couple questions.â He licked Miracle Whip off his thumb and added lettuce to his BLT. âYou know the subject that has been on my mind for several yearsâthe idea of getting married. Even in yesterdayâs chaos, it managed to get an hour of my attention, so I donât need to tell you how big a matter this is becoming. Iâm not that lonely, and Iâm close to being too busy, but I want something more. I want to share this life youâve given me with someone, and have a wife to care for, kids and pets to run around here, with the inevitable stuff cluttering the counters. I want someone else in my life, the messy disarray that is sharing life with another person, and I donât know how to find that right lady.
âWhat do you think of Ann Silver? Am I going to regret going that direction? And how am I going to consider her when sheâs not even within a hundred miles of here? I donât know where she lives, but itâs somewhere so far south she flies rather than drives to Chicago.â Paul thought about that and laughed at himself. He lived in the midst of a major city, and his attention was caught by someone who didnât even live here. It wouldnât be so funny if it werenât his personal knot to finesse. âMy parentsare growing older each day, and I want them to meet and love my wife. I want to get married.â
He was tired of waiting and hoping the lady would show up one day. Heâd been deliberately looking for the last few years, systematically looking at the single friends of his friends. If he hadnât ruled out considering a cop, Dave probably would have mentioned Ann years ago. Paul refilled his coffee. He and Ann proved it was possible for two people to slip past each other, even with close mutual friends in common. She lived out of town, and Paul might have been escorting someone else when he stopped in at Dave and Kateâs occasional gatheringsâhowever close they had come to meeting over the years, they hadnât been introduced.
Paul took the sandwich with him into the den where he had left his Bible the night before. He settled in to read and to listen. If there was a good marriage to be found, God would be involved in making it happen.
He wanted a wife who understood this bond and affection he felt toward God. While still in foster care, long before heâd met George and Karen Falcon, heâd met Jesus. This relationship with God was the one thing he had chosen for himself. The more time he spent with Him, the more he wished to spend, for it was the place he felt most at home. He wanted to share his family, job, and faith with his wife. He needed to find a lady who loved God with the same passion he did. He rubbed his eyes briefly. The list of what he hoped
He returned to the kitchen to fix a second sandwich and get another cup of coffee. If they had children, the risks of the jobwere going to be an issue for both of them. He drank some of the coffee and pondered that problem and weighed again if he wanted to open the door to consider dating a cop. There was nothing simple about this decision. He didnât plan to mess with her heart, or with his, by starting something that didnât make sense. He didnât have time for it now, for a misstep that could cost him months.
Ann was a night owl. He was a morning lark. Of everything that needed to mesh, heâd never thought through a way around that basic difference. He wasnât inclined to make a pro-and-con list when he tried to get to know a lady, but heâd have the things that had to be mulled over and sorted out in his mind. Schedules for them would be more than just a casual matter. A night owl and the current MHIâhe couldnât conceive of a schedule more difficult to finesse.
âGod, Iâd like to ask you a couple questions.â He licked Miracle Whip off his thumb and added lettuce to his BLT. âYou know the subject that has been on my mind for several yearsâthe idea of getting married. Even in yesterdayâs chaos, it managed to get an hour of my attention, so I donât need to tell you how big a matter this is becoming. Iâm not that lonely, and Iâm close to being too busy, but I want something more. I want to share this life youâve given me with someone, and have a wife to care for, kids and pets to run around here, with the inevitable stuff cluttering the counters. I want someone else in my life, the messy disarray that is sharing life with another person, and I donât know how to find that right lady.
âWhat do you think of Ann Silver? Am I going to regret going that direction? And how am I going to consider her when sheâs not even within a hundred miles of here? I donât know where she lives, but itâs somewhere so far south she flies rather than drives to Chicago.â Paul thought about that and laughed at himself. He lived in the midst of a major city, and his attention was caught by someone who didnât even live here. It wouldnât be so funny if it werenât his personal knot to finesse. âMy parentsare growing older each day, and I want them to meet and love my wife. I want to get married.â
He was tired of waiting and hoping the lady would show up one day. Heâd been deliberately looking for the last few years, systematically looking at the single friends of his friends. If he hadnât ruled out considering a cop, Dave probably would have mentioned Ann years ago. Paul refilled his coffee. He and Ann proved it was possible for two people to slip past each other, even with close mutual friends in common. She lived out of town, and Paul might have been escorting someone else when he stopped in at Dave and Kateâs occasional gatheringsâhowever close they had come to meeting over the years, they hadnât been introduced.
Paul took the sandwich with him into the den where he had left his Bible the night before. He settled in to read and to listen. If there was a good marriage to be found, God would be involved in making it happen.
He wanted a wife who understood this bond and affection he felt toward God. While still in foster care, long before heâd met George and Karen Falcon, heâd met Jesus. This relationship with God was the one thing he had chosen for himself. The more time he spent with Him, the more he wished to spend, for it was the place he felt most at home. He wanted to share his family, job, and faith with his wife. He needed to find a lady who loved God with the same passion he did. He rubbed his eyes briefly. The list of what he hoped
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