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." That's Job again, chapter nineteen. He's your Redeemer, too, Jerry - I pray that you find' Him.'
'Not much chance, I'm afraid.' Jerry stood up.
'You haven't found Him yet. Don't quit. I'll pray for you.'
'Thank you, and thanks for trying. How do the shoes feel?'
'Comfortable, quite.'
'If you insist on hitting the road tomorrow, you must have shoes that won't give you bunions between here and Kansas. You're sure?'
'I'm sure. And sure that we must leave. If we stayed another day, you'd have us so spoiled we would never hit the road again.' (The truth that I could not tell him was that I was so upset by witchcraft and fire worship that I had to leave. But I could not load my weakness onto him.)
'Let me show you to your bedroom. Quietly, as Margie may be asleep. Unless our ladies have stayed up even later than we have.'
At the bedroom door he put out his hand. 'If you're right and I'm wrong, you tell me that it's possible that even you can slip.'
'True. I'm not in a state of grace, not now. I've got to work on it.'
'Well, good luck. But if you do slip, look me up in Hell, will you?'
So far as I could tell, Jerry was utterly serious. 'I don't know that it is permitted.'
'Work on it. And so will I. I promise you' - he grinned -'some hellacious hospitality. Really warm!'.
I grinned back. 'It's a date.'
Again my darling had fallen asleep without undressing. I smiled at her without making a sound, then got beside her and pillowed her head on my shoulder
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