The Leader, then, turned to the mother. He looked at her in her agony. He peered into her bloodshot eyes and appealed to her mother’s heart. He lavished upon her enticements of mercy if she would just speak some sense into her son. This can all be over.
As I got up the morning after he left, I didn’t see a whole lot of purpose in making my bed and getting dressed. We’re not going anywhere I reasoned. And Josh isn’t home. So what’s the point? I know it would be a slow Saturday at home.