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There was a new guy at church. He seemed to be a good guy. He was shy, and because of his redhead complexion, he blushed easily. He had been invited to the church by a co-worker, and he’d been coming for several weeks.
The pastor had taken a liking to him. He was young, maybe 23 or 24, and the pastor recognized the young man’s shyness and felt a good deal of sympathy for him. Pastor John remembered his own youth, especially when he started preaching and was nearly tongue-tied with nerves. A long, long time ago.
The pastor had a daughter who was in her junior year of college. She was home for Christmas break, and was enjoying slopping around in her tattered jeans and a huge sweatshirt. Her hair was just about dry, having spent a couple of hours in the huge plastic rollers of the time. She was sitting on the corner of the sofa, her head covered with the pink plastic bonnet of her portable hair dryer.
The doorbell rang. “Linda, would you get that?” said her dad. “I’m right in the middle of an article I want to finish.” He had the newspaper up in front of his face, so she couldn’t see his expression. Something was odd, though. She knew her dad pretty well. Something was definitely odd.
She turned off the dryer, removed the bonnet, unfolded herself from her cosy perch, and went to the door. Pulled it open. And stood face to face with Terry, wishing she could disappear. She looked like a mess, and knew it.
They stood there, both looking like deer caught in the headlights. Finally Linda gathered herself together and invited him in, turning toward the living room.
“Dad. It’s for you.”
“Wait, Linda. Just wait a minute,” Dad said. “Terry, I asked you to come by in case there were any latecomers for the youth activity. Linda wants to go. She’ll just be a minute to finish getting ready, right, Linda? You can go with Terry.”
Linda had no intention of going to the youth activity. She wasn’t in high school, after all! But her sneaky dad had put her and Terry in a very awkward position, and she stammered something about being five minutes as she ran up the stairs. She’d have something to say to her father later.
She came back down to find her dad and Terry deep in conversation. As she entered the living room, Terry stood and blushed, asking her if he could help her with her coat.
The newspaper had resumed its position in front of her dad’s face. “You guys have fun,” he said from behind his shield. “See you later.”
They were engaged about six months later, married the following spring.
Linda teased her dad about hiding behind the newspaper for many years. And he always replied, “Worked, didn’t it?”