the Storehouse page 1 by ric Gustafson
Angelo McBride drove slowly into the parking stall. He turned the blue Chevy Malibu off and then noticed a black Ford Explorer come into the stall next to his. It was his friend Mickey Nyholm.
He got out and began to walk down the broad concrete sidewalk toward the huge gray storehouse.
" Wait for me" his friend said as he came up close clutching a pay envelope. He shook his head. " I can't believe two weeks has gone by already".
As they approached the building, Angelo noticed people coming out smiling and laughing. " They look happy".
" I don't know why". He frowned as he peered into his pay envelope. " I have extra bills to pay this week".
Angelo opened the steel door for his friend. " Remember Mickey". He grinned. " The first ten percent to the Lord of Hosts".
Mickey frowned as they walked in.
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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