Brother Hank called yesterday and said, Brother John, I know it’s not a good time, I sure am sorry to bother you, it’s just that I figured you probably still had the keys from Christmas and you got that big truck, and I said, No, I know, it’s fine, I’ll bring ‘em by tomorrow. He said, Good enough. I thank you. Long pause, then: Now you tell me, would Sister Maisy like to be asked to do the flowers around the tomb, or should we maybe call up Janet? And I sighed and said, I think—ye...
