The Deacon’s Bench

This is a true story…word for word (names changed to protect the innocent)

Kimberley Payne
May 12, 2019 · 9 min read
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I was at a loss for words.

Could it be true? I turned to look at my friend but he was looking up at the windows and appeared as bewildered as I felt.

It was a house of marriage, this was a home of separation.

It fit my two young children and me barely, with my older brother living in the basement. We shared the common kitchen and I would often return home to my brother eating dinner in my living room. My dining room served as the kids play area and my office. We were literally spilling over each other.

Well, not all of them, but it was a start.

The next day I waited patiently in front of the store until it opened and I was greeted by a middle-aged woman who looked like she hadn’t yet had her morning coffee. She introduced herself as Mary and started back to the other side of the store.

I felt like a young school girl awaiting her first issue of Nancy Drew in the mail or sitting by telephone waiting for that somebody to call.

The days went by like molasses, until finally on Wednesday, the day before I was to receive my bench, I could wait no longer and hoping they may have it completed early I bounced into the store eager as a school girl.

What do you mean he ordered it before me?

My mind was searching, my head was swimming with questions.

The next day, I stepped into the store ready for battle.

But I was confronted not with the big burly man, but his quivering assistant, Mary.

It was a cold day when I returned to the store.

I could not believe my ears when Mary saw me coming and yelled from across the store, “What, he didn’t call you?”

With reluctance and a bit of nervous energy, I opened those store doors again later that same day.

The look of pure fear on Mary’s face was enough to tell the whole story. “Mary, where is my bench?” I demanded.

It was at this point that something inside me snapped.

I was not the calm, collected mother of two, who had recently survived a separation and bounced back on her feet to a new life and a new career in a new city.

The knot in my stomach made it impossible to sleep that night.

It was decided that I should do the noble thing and return the mirror first thing Monday morning.

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