Jonathan Hollom (
awhitecrow) wrote2012-01-30 01:40 pm
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Second Prayer - written / action
[The temperature outside has dropped dramatically, and that means Jonathan Hollom finds it perfect weather to make stew.
The supplies for it are still on the counter, organized but spread out, and a pot is on the stove, simmering. The dish is a bit Irish... but he doubts his housemates will mind. Pieces of lamb have been seasoned and added to vegetables in the pot.
He's nearly done preparing it-- only five or six hours of staying on the stove to finish it off. And so he can keep an eye on it (once the mess from preparing it is cleaned), he has brought his Bible and notes on another not-quite-sermon he's prepared. It's something to occupy him, nothing more.
He has his Journal out as well and, between stirring the stew again and putting away the supplies, he writes a quick message.]
A very generous group of young ladies has allowed me to stay in their home. In return, I am trying to make myself useful, particularly by providing them with meals.
I would be obliged if anyone had recipies they might share.
Jonathan
[It seems only polite to sign his name, and... nearly everyone in those house had insisted on being called by their Christian name.]
The supplies for it are still on the counter, organized but spread out, and a pot is on the stove, simmering. The dish is a bit Irish... but he doubts his housemates will mind. Pieces of lamb have been seasoned and added to vegetables in the pot.
He's nearly done preparing it-- only five or six hours of staying on the stove to finish it off. And so he can keep an eye on it (once the mess from preparing it is cleaned), he has brought his Bible and notes on another not-quite-sermon he's prepared. It's something to occupy him, nothing more.
He has his Journal out as well and, between stirring the stew again and putting away the supplies, he writes a quick message.]
A very generous group of young ladies has allowed me to stay in their home. In return, I am trying to make myself useful, particularly by providing them with meals.
I would be obliged if anyone had recipies they might share.
Jonathan
[It seems only polite to sign his name, and... nearly everyone in those house had insisted on being called by their Christian name.]
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[He can't help but half stare at her. After all, he's a complete outsider. Plucked from near death and simply taking up space in their home.
That hardly brings him into their "family."]
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I'm sorry.
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Ma'am?
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Thank you. I'm glad you like it.
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Gotta admit. I never expected to actually like lamb.
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You're very right, Jonathan. You know -- I used to know a Jonathan. Back home.
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You did? [It's a common enough name, but he still smiles a little, waiting.]
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And he saved my life, once. You can always count on the quiet and unassuming ones.
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Not always.
But he forces that hint of a smile back as he nods.]
I-- I'm glad. That he was able to help you.
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He figured it out eventually, though. [ a beat. ] I guess that's not such a great story. Not even a story, really. Barely an anecdote.
He was really short.
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