Last Wednesday, E and I found a secluded, "vacant" hallway to sit and gab. Our gabbing consisted of MAZ language, MAZ judging others and MAZ discussing her love for bourbon. E was totally innocent.
After half an hour of saying things that clearly no one at church should hear, someone in the dark, "vacant",
wide-opened door room 2 feet from us, cleared their throat.
Our eyes bugged out of our heads as we quickly fled our stoop, to avoid being seen by the person that heard my criminal words. We laughed until I cried and E enduced a lung virus that is still plaguing her today.
We recapped our conversation to see if anything was too incriminating. We never found out who was lurking in the dark room.
This Wednesday night we reminisced and laughed about the whole scene, again. We joked that our pastor, Sandy Willson, was probably praying in that room and heard my words.
E and I found a new hideaway tonight and we were discussing matters and cackling when the door opened and out walked Sandy Willson.
He shot a look our way that said "repent".
Or not....I'm not sure because I was distracted by the secret door that led to a secret back stairwell.
We found Sandy Willson's secret stairs!