I didn't want to do it. I couldn't deny that Laura's idea was a good one, but I just didn't want to bother the neighbor. We found an iron rod with a small diameter in our basement, bequeathed to us with love by the former owner. It would do if we could get it cut to the right length and welded back together in the right shape. Our neighbor, you may remember, is a metal worker. He could do the job in a few minutes, but I hated the idea of knocking on his door, him opening up, and internally is heart dropping, thinking, Oh, it's Eric again. I wonder what he wants this time.
The God Who Is There
