Simmy had been a little annoyed at the silken strands of hair that had attached themselves to the hand towels she had given Deborah as a little gift to spruce up her bathroom for the upcoming engagement party.
'Where are they coming from?' Simmy griped inside her head as she had tea at her friends' house and gently pulled off these blond strands, hopefully unobtrusively.
"I've got some good news," Deborah said.
"Oh?" It was high time to hear some good news.
"The doctors told 'Strong Healthy' and his wife 'Foreign' woman that David will live."
Tears gathered and swarmed in Simmy's eyes and she said quietly, "That is great news. I've prayed for him so much it seems like that automobile accident happened much longer than 12 days ago."
"You know what his Dad said to me the other day?" Deborah asked rhetorically, her eyes liquefying in memory focused blur.
Simmy was trying to clear the tears in her own eyes when she gently prodded, "What was that?"
"He said, 'Money doesn't mean anything after seeing their son in deathly peril.'"
Simmy nodded...
"I believe that."
It was Thursday morning and Simmy was recalling the previous afternoon...
She had found the source of the blond strands of hair. They were coming off this lovely yellow crocheted blanket that she had purchased the previous week at the Dutch Dime Store. It reminded her of this laundry commercial, 'Fleecy' perhaps... a blond woman takes a yellow sweater off the outdoor wash line and throws it around her shoulders taking a deep rapturous smell of the sun-dryed freshness.
The power of commercials... was it from the 80's or 90's...
That's why I pray for others, thought Simmy... so they can find that fresh scented meaning of life. Silken strands of prayer... they do cling to the people around us and that's a good thing.
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