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I Margrethe could not finish her hot cakes- they were lavish - so we swapped plates and I salvaged what she had left.
A sign on the wall read: CASH WHEN SERVED - NO TIPPING - ARE YOU READY FOR JUDGMENT DAY? The cook-waiter (and owner, I think) had a copy of The Watch Tower propped up by his range. I asked, 'Brother, do you have any late news on when to expect Judgment Day?'
'Don't joke about it. Eternity is a long time to spend in the Pit.'
I answered, 'I was not joking. By the signs and portents I think we are in the seven-year period prophesied in the eleventh chapter of Revelation, verses two and three. But I don't know how far we are into it.'
'We're already well into the second half,' he answered.
'The two witnesses are now prophesying and the antichrist is abroad in the land. Are you in a state of grace? If not, you had better get cracking.'
I answered, '"Therefore be ye also ready: for such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh."'
'You'd better believe it!'
'I do believe it. Thanks for a good breakfast.'
'Don't mention it. May the Lord watch over you.'
'Thank you. May He bless and keep you.' Marga and I left.
We headed ' cast again. 'How is my sweetheart?'
'Full of food and happy.'
'So am I. Something you did last night made me especially happy.'
'Me, too. But you always do, darling man. Every time.'
'Uh, yes, there's that. Me, too. Always. But I meant something you said, earlier
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