Last night my premarital counseling appointment here at the church office ended, youth group wrapped up and we were all headed home in the van.
What follows is what you would have heard on Spring Street about a third of the way home.
What is that?
Oh NO!
Splat.
Oh that reeks. Sick. Disgusting.
No! Don’t roll down the windows; it will only make it worse.
Keep them up.
Sick.
I can’t breathe.
You know what happened, don’t you?
We did this:
