It was a quiet supper that night. Mrs. Walsh had invited me to eat with them, and Sam had gone out with some buddies of his. I knew that I had a habit of getting close to people, I guess because I just like people. Perhaps my inquisitive nature is partially responsible, as well. There were questions that night about why I was leaving, and I simply explained that it felt urgent to me to be going to find my old friend. I felt he must need to see me.
Later on, I went up to bed and after reading my Testament, I lay down and went to sleep talking to my Lord. Never is sleep sweeter than entering it in prayer to God. His comfort is incomparable. I knew I was going to miss my friends.
Next morning dawned with no nightmares the night before, and I was eager to be on the hunt for my friend, Sgt. Finley, at last.
Hugging each of my friends goodbye after breakfast, I headed out for the bus depot, and adventure. The day had dawned bright and clear, and before the day was over, I planned to be well on my way to where my friend was living. As to what I would find, I had not a clue. Was he ill? Was he dying? In Trouble (with a capital T)? I know, I was only thinking in the negative manner, but I felt very troubled about his possible situation.
(Next installment begins on Monday.. Sergeant Finley, Day 1)