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Back in Florida

M ike made up a story about my need to rest while we stayed with his parents. He and I flew to Florida on New Year’s Day. We spent a week at the Pier 66 Hotel on Fort Lauderdale Beach before renting a furnished, two-story condo with a magnificent view of the ocean.

“Can we afford this place?” I asked Mike.

“’Course we can. I’m back workin’ on Ben’s boats and planes.”

“He’s not mad at you for Kenya?”

“Hell, no,” Mike said. “When ya bring in two mill a week, ya gotta expect to give some up.”

“Does Ben want to see me?”

Mike squirmed for a second, then regained his cool. “Nah, I told him you were safe. He said to take some R the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.”

Could I trust in the Lord? Time would tell.