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Life was like that. You didn’t realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.
His life, it seemed, was all about making himself do things he did not want to do.
Love, like water, always flowed down the path of least resistance.
Will thought a homeless shelter was a strange thing to hate, even for Faith. “Why is that?” “Just help them. Don’t make them pray about it.” “Some people find solace in prayer.” “What if they don’t? Then they’re not worthy of being helped? You may be homeless and starving to death, but you can’t have a free meal or a safe place to sleep unless you agree that abortion is an abomination and that other people have the right to tell you what to do with your body?”
“My mother always told me there’s a fine line between never and always.” He looked confused, and Sara explained, “Once you do something bad, it’s easier to do it again the next time, then the next time, and before you know it, you’re doing it all the time and it doesn’t bother your conscience.”
“It’s up to you. If you don’t like crossing that line, then don’t do it again. Don’t ever make it easy.”
Will couldn’t read the title, but he recognized Donald Trump’s picture on the jacket and assumed it was a get-rich-quick scheme. Obviously, Jake Berman hadn’t taken the man’s advice. Though, considering Berman had lost his job and declared bankruptcy, maybe he had.
He didn’t like the idea of being so dependent on her—especially since she was pregnant. She’d probably be out at least a week when the baby came.
