Al and Carla had parked at the end of the parking lot. It was mostly empty as they walked to their cars.
“It’s going to take me awhile to process all of that,” said Al. “I hoped we would get a positive response but I never expected it to go as well as it did.”
Carla looked up to the sky and said, “Well, God, since you are not physically present to receive my thanks, I will have to express it to your messenger.”
Al started to ask her what she was talking about when she suddenly whirled about, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. When they parted, Carla glanced up to the sky again as if continuing her conversation with God. “I want you to know, God, that that was purely a spiritual expression of my thanks. Although,” she hesitated a moment, “I could be convinced to do it again as an expression of love of neighbor.”
“Love of neighbor is good,” said Al. Then he looked up and saw a few of his colleagues looking their way. “However, perhaps we could revisit this opportunity somewhere away from the church parking lot.”
“I’m headed for the airport to catch a plane,” said Carla. “It’s now or never, Lancelot. Act now, in front of your colleagues, or all may be lost.”
Al grinned, shook his head, and then kissed her. “You can catch your plane,” he said, “but this is definitely not over.”
