Sarah's phone rang. It sounded like a bell. It was such a nice feeling to be able to pick it up and not have to press anything. Just say hello.
"Hello." Did her voice sound like a bell?
"Sarah."
"Max?"
"Of course it's Max," said Max.
"You're calling me?"
"I haven't heard from you in a couple weeks. Where've you been?"
"Right here," she said.
"Yeah, how come I don't hear from you?"
"I'm busy."
"Busy doing what?"
"Just going out," she said.
"Going out where?"
"Places."
"I'm coming over." He hung up.
"No. I'm busy."
Why was it that she couldn't give up Max until she found Jesus? She had a feeling that the reason was related to why Max couldn't call her until she'd given him up.
She was on the verge of damning herself for not giving him up on her own, but she just had this feeling that she did it the best she could. She was starting to like her feelings, the ones that always scared her so much in the past. But the past was disappearing, except for this one angry piece who was marching toward her.