Life with an Angel (Chapter 9, page 2 of 24)


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Chapter 9

She would occasionally be seen walking down the street, pulling a two-wheeled wire basket. Boys would drive by her, yelling and teasing her. I am happy to say that I never took part in that sort of activity, and never understood why they would pick on her. I thought it best to avoid her.

But she was one of my milk customers and I had to confront one of my childhood fears, which was going to the front door that I always avoided as a young trick-or-treater.

The good thing was, I never had to actually deal with her directly. I would put her milk in the milk box on her porch, where she promptly left her payment. She always included an extra dollar tip. That is when I figured that a lot of the rumors I heard were untrue. It reminded me of what Pastor Jake said, "We should see others for who they are, and not who we think they are." I thought how lonely it must be to live in that super-large house all by herself; I was soon to find out.

From the name on her bill, she was Mattie Hall, and her house was the last house that I had in the downtown district. I had gotten used to going to her front porch without giving it a second thought. But one particular morning was different. As I walked up on the porch, I could hear some strange sound coming from inside. It sounded like a cat crying. I wanted to ignore it, but I had that feeling that something was wrong. I was nervous about what to do.

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