Chapter 19: Dinner

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"Maxwell." 

Hm?

"Maxwell, wake up."

"Huh? Jesus?"

"Yup."

"What time is it?" I asked while sitting up.

Jesus gave me a pained look, "8:30."

"I came here at 1:00."

"I know."

"I fell asleep around....5 ish?"

"I know."

I slumped backwards in my seat and looked up at the pictures.

"You hungry?" He asked me.

"Yeah. I probably need to get home, though. No Denny's."

"I'll come with you." Jesus said.

I looked at him. "To my house?"

"Yup."

Honestly, if I were a little more awake, I would've questioned it, but I didn't. "You'll have to walk."

"I can walk."

"Okay. Let's go."

We walked to my house. My aunt was passed out on the couch surrounded by beer bottles. I knew Jesus took note of this and it deeply embarrassed me.

"Sorry," I said.

"It's okay. No problem."

I turned the stove on and began to get out some pans for pasta.

"Pasta?" Jesus asked.

"That okay?"

"Sure. It's your house, make what you want."

So, I did. In silence, I cooked the pasta and when I had finished, I had fixed up two plates for us.

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"You know, Maxwell. Apart of building a relationship with God is talking to him?" We sat at the dinner table eating pasta.

"I don't really have anything to talk about, sorry. I'm exhausted."

"Understandable. I think your aunt is awake."

She was. Uh-oh. There was a random homeless man eating pasta with me at the dinner table. She walked into the kitchen. "Who's this?" She asked.

"Just a friend," I responded.

"Well, hello. Go get me a plate, Max." She spoke.

I stared at Jesus and shrugged. He smiled. I left to grab another plate for my aunt. When I returned, I found my Aunt Mary and Jesus talking about God and my mother.

How on earth did this happen?

"Here," I said as I handed her the plate. She took it and began to eat.

I sat back down, and Jesus said, "Max, did you know your aunt has a bible name?"

The two of them waited for a response. "Um, yeah. I did. I figured that out a week ago."

Jesus smiled. "Ally, was it?"

"Exactly."

"Ally?" My aunt asked. "A girlfriend?"

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