\u201cSo?\u201d asked Mizzy. \u201cWhat does it all mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Tom was deep in thought beside her on the pew, glazed eyes, staring deep into infinity and beyond.<\/p>\n
After a minute of silence had elapsed, Mizzy prompted again, \u201cWell?\u201d<\/p>\n
Tom shook himself out of his stupor. \u201cOh, Mizzy, I’m so very sorry. Was a bit lost in thought there. We’ve got a little meeting being arranged here this evening and I wasn’t sure-\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you weren’t listening to me?\u201d The excellent acoustics made her allegation sound a lot stronger than she intended.<\/p>\n
Tom looked a little uncomfortable. \u201cNo, no, no, dear, that’s all wrong. I was listening, to everything about the running and the tiramisu.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe tiramisu is not important. It was incidental detail to convey an impression of my life and the people in it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, Mizzy dear, if you mention it, it must be important. If you think there are signs everywhere, then surely the tiramisu is a sign too?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mizzy looked at him with unsatisfied eyes, slouched. She had travelled all the way to Europe to get away. She had wanted to solve the riddle that had been bestowed upon her. She wanted to know if that was why her life was screwed up; was there a fundamental reason why her life had been benighted so. This English idiot of a minister thought that the tiramisu<\/em> was the key component.<\/p>\n \u201cHow do you find a compass for your life if you don’t have a compass to find it? God wants me to do something! The cat! Aren’t we supposed to follow God’s commands? Do what he tells us?\u201d<\/p>\n Tom was suddenly galvanised. \u201cHe doesn’t want automatons, child. We are not meant to be robots awaiting instruction. We were given mind and soul not simply for the purpose of resisting sin.\u201d His face was stern for a moment but soon lapsed back into a friendly smile. \u201cI really should get some cushions for these pews, they are a little uncomfortable, aren’t they?\u201d<\/p>\n It had looked like she was about to get some decent conversation out of the minister. Now he was back on cushions. \u201cTom,\u201d she started, disenchanted. \u201cDo you have any advice for me? I don’t have much time left.\u201d<\/p>\n His blue eyes darted towards the fresco-less ceiling and then back to Mizzy. He put his hand on hers and cleared his throat. \u201cDon’t you see Mizzy? Every chance for becoming something greater, to realise your potential, has been squandered and sabotaged. This is your answer. Stop worrying about what might come to pass, stop worrying about failure and try to be<\/em>. Go out there and be special. You’ve gifted, talented, I can tell from your story. But every time you find some way of destroying yourself. Promise isn’t meant to be bottled up in the cellar like some fine wine. It doesn’t ferment, it just spoils. This is the real message contained in your life story.\u201d<\/p>\n Mizzy leaned forward and stared intensely into Tom’s eyes. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to find in them, but looked nonetheless. There was nothing but honesty in them. Wait, no, she also found goodness and compassion. During this analysis, she considered his take on her past.<\/p>\n \u201cTom,\u201d she eventually concluded, \u201cI don’t think so. I think it’s about the cat.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cSo?\u201d asked Mizzy. \u201cWhat does it all mean?\u201d Tom was deep in thought beside her on the pew, glazed eyes, staring deep into infinity and beyond. After a minute of silence had elapsed, Mizzy prompted again, \u201cWell?\u201d Tom shook himself out of his stupor. \u201cOh, Mizzy, I’m so very sorry. Was a bit lost in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=44"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=44"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=44"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=44"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}