I'm grateful for the hands that picked the beans. I picked it up and leafed through it, though I had intended to sit down and pray. I stood there instead, looking at photographs of barely clothed women who weren't smiling merely to brighten another woman's day. Like a gentleman, I smiled back. It's a blemish on the silence.
Nothing can describe what's beyond description.
A week later, his wife's son had been sentenced to life in prison for attempted murder. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. I asked what was so funny. I can't know how many more weekends we'll have together - only that the number is finite, and my appetite isn't. It's my attitude that needs to change.