“Another move,” I said just
before the 737 hit full throttle, making its climb away from the
dreadful Texas heat. “I hope we’re answering our call.”
Three hours later, the
uneventful flight relocated my wife, Rosa, and me to Philadelphia. We
secured our rental to start the trek to our new home—the Extended Stay
We passed through what seemed
like millions of acres of corn. A never ending “maze of maize” as Rosa
confirmed. We paid careful attention to the homes in the area as we
drove in. We’d need one soon.
Nothing of any significance
stood out until we hit a sharp curve in the road. Driving too fast, I
had to slam on the brakes and turn sharply to the left, avoiding the
ditches running parallel to the road.
We looked out the windshield.
There in front of us rested an old, abandoned building resembling a
church from decades ago. I turned off the engine and walked around to
open Rosa’s door.
“Do you think it’s an old
church of some sort?” I asked as we gazed at the structure.
“Either that or a hotel. It’s
way too big to be a house.”