I got a call from Scott yesterday while I was watching Big. We made plans for today. He should come over later. Then I began watching Never Cry Wolf. It was during that movie that I heard a knock at my door. I ran to the kitchen and opened it.
There stood Jonathan. His hair had been cut, he had dyed it back to its natural color, and he had taken out all of his nose and ear rings. He looked like a normal American.
He had come from his grandmother’s and needed a place to stay until tomorrow. I said he could stay here. We spent some time talking. It was difficult at first since it had been so long, but after a while things were just like old times and we played monopoly with Nate. I won and it had gotten pretty late, so he made a bed on the floor in front of the fire we had built.
Time passed and Henry got home from work, saw Jonathan and immediately took him into another room. Two minutes later, Jonathan returned and painfully said, “I’m going to get my things, drive somewhere, and sleep in my car.”
I don’t know the details, but I guess Henry had some differences with Jonathan from this past summer and told him that he wasn’t welcome here. I then took my Bible and found the verse that said, “I was a stranger and you took me in.” I read it to Henry and said, “If Jesus wants us to take in strangers, wouldn’t he want us to take in friends?”
He immediately screamed at me, pointed his finger directly in my face and shouted, “DON’T TELL ME HOW TO RUN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!”
So, Jonathan packed his things. We went outside and put them in his car. My body was shaking, partly because of the freezing cold, but mainly because I was terrified for my homeless friend.
And then he left, headed towards Raleigh I suppose. Before he left, he reached out his hand for me to shake. It was cold and trembling.
And then he was gone.
At least he is not bored.
Scott will be here in a few hours. We will probably go to Asheboro.
An old friend. And I’m only 19.