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even face death like a real man, like my brother did. You are a no-good coward. I knew it the day I met you, and I tried to warn my brother. To me, you were the devil incarnate, but to him, you represented opportunity and hope. He was blinded by your bribery.
I do however, have to say that I respect your brilliance, setting him up with such precision. You chose a man who had been convicted of the same crime you were planning to commit. And having him move into your house under the umbrella of re-acclamation into society! Too bad such brilliance was misapplied inside waste of human flesh, like you.” Though I tried to ignore them, her words penetrated my mind and my heart. The prescription medicines I had been taking daily prevented me from truly feeling the pain, the anguish, the regret that I needed to feel, to heal. It’s as though I was living on the surface of the water, never being permitted to delve any deeper. This wasn’t the way to get better, for if I was recovering mentally, I would hate myself the way this woman apparently does. Like I’ve mentioned, I don’t believe in any supreme deity, but I do believe the universe puts into our paths that which we are supposed to recognize. I believed this was one of those moments.
While I was doing all this thinking, she had still been talking. The last sentence I heard was, “I would normally try to get a wretch like you to convert, attempt to bring you over from the dark side. but I have not reached this level of righteousness I suppose. There are things I must work on within myself. A Christian is a work in progress for the opportunity to sin lurks behind every corner.
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life