I had up till now cherished the comforting assumption that the next person I shared a bed with would be Lorelai. This assumption has turned out to unfounded. With some regret I must announce that my new bedfellow is in fact a fellow. To be more specific, Reverend Clockslip slept in my bed last night.
Don’t jump to conclusions, no carnal knowledge was involved. I suppose I’d better explain. Yesterday I was interrupted during my evening pre-sleep ritual by the door bell. At the door, squinting into the glare of the porch light, was Reverend Clockslip, dressed in a faded blue bathrobe.
“My wife threw me out,” he said forlornly.
“Did she find the liquor?”
“No, worse. She accused me of being an antinomian.”
I was speechless at the ferocity of the accusation. By which I mean I had no idea what he was talking about. After plying the Reverend with tea I came to understand that Mrs. Clockslip had locked him out of the house upon learning of certain unorthodoxies in his belief concerning the Old Testament moral law.
“She’s grossly misrepresenting my views!” Clockslip almost sobbed, “I believe in the validity of moral law as much as the next guy.”
He was inconsolable. All I could do was offer him a bed to sleep on. Mine. Oh well. Such are the consequences of feeding a romance on doctrine alone.
Ha, I think I almost rolled. Antimonian! Lol. I love how you’re starting to intertwine them, as I’m assuming they both went to the jazz concert. I want these characters to meet. The character with Anna as a wife is still a wonderful and touching character. Really, you should write a book. There’s so much in your heart and mind, Seth. (Besides lust. lol)