Joe and Margaret - Sunday, October 29, 2000

Sunday, October 29, 2000

Margaret was glad to take over the chore of cooking on Sundays. Pot roast, potatoes, and carrots were easy to prepare. It gave her time to think. Today gave even more time. Since Joe was going to work putting signs up for the “Christian Halloween party” they’d planned to eat a late lunch. So she was home and Joe was making signs. The scriptures today had spoken to her situation. Job with his fortunes restored and a large family like she and Joe wanted. Faith making Bartimeus well in Mark 10. She had to have faith that Joe would be made well. He seemed to be improving. There just weren’t as many nightmares about the accident, he seemed more willing to cuddle than immediately after, but things weren’t back to normal with their relationship.

Margaret prayed for healing. Joe had given her time to heal and she suspected – at least from her experience with men – that it had been hard for him to wait. Joe was so gentle and really took his time. He made sure that she had enough time unlike her customers and her father. She could give him time. She didn’t think she had much else. A sexual repertoire that was useless to someone interested only in caring and loving. An ability to cook plain meals along with a dislike of regularly doing so. She could now make some money as a home health aide and she had her G.E.D. But what was she but a runaway from a bad situation to one that was not much better who had been taken in and cared for.

It comforted Margaret to think that the house was hers. Joe had never quite asked for it and she wasn’t going to do anything until he did. Joe should have had the house since it was his Great Aunt Gwyneth’s. But Joe, she thought, suspected how much it meant to her to have something of her own.