Off to Bethesda
Saving the world doesn’t always start with big doings. Little things count, too.
Three days after the miracles started, I slept a little late. That’s fine. Nobody seems to complain if I keep to my own schedule. I was walking down the road, headed for Kip’s Kitchen for a little breakfast, when Darren Latimer comes running up the drive from behind Morten’s Garage. He’s hollerin’ and waivin’ and what all.
I grab him and calm him down a little and ask what’s the problem. “The ice has broke up out on the resevoir and there’s four kids trapped on a floe that’s drifted free”, he says.
I walked down to the reservoir and just like there’s no difference between the shore and the water, I just kept on walking. Walked clear out to that drifting floe and grabbed me the youngest two kids. Got them safe to shore and went back for the other two.
By then, it seems like half the town was standing there watching, jaws hanging half to the ground.
Thomas said I had to quit Hank’s Bar. Other stuff to do, you know.