Proof The Bible Is True

Money was tight, and the wind was biting.

 

Icy winds whipping down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue went straight through my old black coat.

 

I turned up the collar. I need something warmer, I thought, glancing in the store windows.

 

But money was tight. The contractor we’d hired to remodel our home had walked off the job, taking our money with him. I was tired of pinching pennies because of it.

 

Maybe a new scarf would help fight the cold. I turned into a department store. Scarves of every color lined the displays, soft fabrics draped over racks and piled on tables. With a nice scarf this old coat could probably get me through another winter.

 

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