She tried to hold back the tear as she looked out her window,
I could see her from my cube…she tried to work, but again the thought came to her and she stared out again. I was tempted to ask, but I did not know her well. After a few minutes, a young man came up and put his hand on her shoulder. “I thought he was… I thought he meant something,” She said quietly.
“I am so sorry, “ her young friend replied. “I understand.”
She glanced up with a look of gratitude, and a hint of slight annoyance. “Can I get you some tea,” her friend replied quietly. “Oh that would be…” the tears interrupted her and her answer went into a nod. He started to walk away and turned back, “Tom won’t return my calls. I do understand,” he whispered quietly.
She glanced up her brows furrowed. “You know I don’t agree with that lifestyle,” she muttered, and then looked again out the window.
Her young friend walked quietly to the kitchenette and put the tea kettle on. I looked back as she slowly twirled the tiny cross in her fingers, the thin gold chain tugging at her neck.
Another tear found its way down her cheek as again she peered out trying to see her life. I looked back to the young man fumbling in the kitchen, looking for tea bags.
I found myself feeling grateful that we had one true Christian in the office…
And I was wondering to myself if I should tell him that I used the last tea bag.
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