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“Well, son.” Carl clasped Scott on the shoulder. “You know we love having you over, and I hate to say it, but that Sunday nap of mine isn’t going to take itself.”
“You know what I’m wondering?” Woong asked from the corner where he’d been playing with some Legos.
His mom leaned down and whispered, “Not right now, baby.”
Woong stuck out his lower lip. “I’m not a baby.”
Scott stood and accepted Sandy’s warm hug. “Thank you so much for the delicious lunch. It’s always so nice spending time with you and your family.”
Sandy smiled brightly as she pulled away. “You know you’re welcome here any time.”
Carl extended his hand for a shake. “Any time other than late Sunday afternoon,” he added with a broad grin.
Scott smiled back. “Well, enjoy your nap. Thanks again for the encouraging sermon and a great time together afterward.”
“You’ll hafta come back soon.” Woong glanced up from his Lego Avenger set. “’Cause I was reading my geometry book the other day, and they said there are these people who all live together on one big island, except they’re the kind of folks who don’t wear much clothes, and when they get mad at each other and go to war, they actually eat each other right up. When we were reading that Mom said you know a guy who printed a Bible for folks like them, and I wanted to ask you about it except I forgot until just now.”
Scott stared perplexed until Sandy explained, “We’ve been reading Don Richardson.”
“Now I get it. I was wondering what kind of geometry lessons he was getting,” he added with a smile.
The Lindgrens lived a few blocks away from the nearest bus stop, and Scott was happy to walk. Enjoyed the quiet. He wondered what Susannah would think of Woong. Pictured how perfectly she and Sandy would get along. Wondered how different life might have been if God had kept Susannah in his life for good.