I was in a big hurry. I'm doing some graduate school work and had a research paper due by midnight. I hadn't prayed for anyone yet, and it was 9:30 p.m. The paper was in decent shape -- not perfect -- so I left the house to go look for someone. I found myself at Sonic. Quick and easy, and a good chance at least to get a response from someone.
The girl who brought out the cherry limeade -- I mistakenly thought that was Mary's favorite drink -- was young, probably no older than 20. She smiled when I asked my question, almost like she was expecting it. Maybe she gets all sorts of comments from her customers. Anyway, she let me pray for her. So I did. She thanked me, and then she fulfilled her obligation with a smile, asking whether I needed anything else to go along with my drink. I didn't.
When I got home, I gave Mary the limeade and finished the paper.
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