Mildred, the church gossip, self-appointed monitor of the church's
morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.
Several members did not approve of her extra curricular
activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused Henry, a new member,
of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup truck parked in
front of the town's only bar one afternoon. She emphatically told
Henry and several others that everyone seeing it there would know
what he was doing.
Henry, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just
turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny . He
said nothing.
Later that evening, Henry quietly parked his pickup in front of
Mildred's house . . Walked home . . . And left it there all night.
You gotta love people like Henry
morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.
Several members did not approve of her extra curricular
activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused Henry, a new member,
of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup truck parked in
front of the town's only bar one afternoon. She emphatically told
Henry and several others that everyone seeing it there would know
what he was doing.
Henry, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just
turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny . He
said nothing.
Later that evening, Henry quietly parked his pickup in front of
Mildred's house . . Walked home . . . And left it there all night.
You gotta love people like Henry
