A preacher

Tennessee is halfway from Texas to Pennsylvania. It is where I stayed overnight on my trips to Pennsylvania. One time I stopped in the little town and the motel was on the top of the hill. They asked for cash. The motel was clean, well maintained, and I was tired. There was a man outside. The receptionist told me: "There is a preacher outside." "I am tired and I want to go to the bed." I went to my room, barricaded myself inside, and went to the bed. The preacher was pacing outside for long time. I left early in the morning, so I don't know if the preacher found somebody. He definitely wasn't holy. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann 2007 Stephenville, Texas