“Right you are! Philosophy has never been my strong suit,” returned Hal, with a surreptitious smirk. “I have no desire to delve deeply into the natural inconsistencies of nature. I have come to share with you a magical concoction that has its origins in the Far East.”
This seemed like a page out of a book we had all read before, or a scene from a movie we all watched repeatedly as children, but there was something very real about it, nonetheless. What possibly was this suspicious looking man doing brandishing his supernatural potion in our quiet midwestern mountain town?
At this remark from Hal, Imelda, who had previously been silent, whirled around as if to say take me first. She then asked of Hal, “How can we be sure you aren’t here just to poison us and be on your way?”
“Well, my dear, there are very few things we can be sure of in life, and I did not expect to be accepted by any of you without some suspicion. I am not professing to be a reader of tea leaves, soothsayer, fortune teller, or otherwise. It is not important how I came to be here today, but after learning of the torrential rains overwhelming this area, I thought now the perfect time to introduce myself.”
With nothing short of elegant grace, Hal proceeded to alight from his horse and make his way over to Imelda. Imelda was a woman of natural beauty. Crisp, dark eyes accented her medium-length, brown, slightly curly hair. Standing at a mere 5 feet, 4 inches, Imelda looked a mere shadow next to the 6 and a half foot tall Hal.
To be continued…