Jim Bennett carried a barely conscious Jack Twist up to his front door. “Poor soul!” Jim thought as he propped an arm around Jack’s shoulder. He was asked by the Pastor of Ephesians A.M.E. Church to see that Mr. Twist got home in one piece. Jim knew Jack well, worked with him at Newsome’s for years.
Jack was pulled into Ephesians after a sister saw him on the sidewalk outside of the church, dancing and clapping, swaying in time to the music of the praise service: music so resonant that it could be heard from blocks away. Jack was unbelievably drunk and incoherent, muttering something about Mexico and Ennis..or was it Dennis? Rev. Macklin and the entire congregation prayed for Jack, and made him as comfortable as possible. Jim Bennett was the only person in church who knew Jack’s identity. He also knew what haunted him, made Jack drink like a fish. That Randall Malone couldn’t keep a secret.
Jim knocked forcefully on Jack’s front door. Lureen came rushing out, as she hadn’t set eyes on Jack for days, and was worried.
“Where did you find him, Jim?” Lureen asked, a note of irritation mixed with relief in her voice. She shook her husband until he stood up straighter, but his fierce blue eyes were unfocused.
“He was in church, ma’am,” Jim answered as he pulled Jack into the house. Lureen didn’t seem surprised. Nothing Jack did surprised her.
“Here, Jim, set him down on the couch over there.” Lureen guided. She stood away from them both. She didn’t even want to be near her husband, as he smelled like a brewery and something else she couldn’t put her finger on. Jim deposited Jack on the couch and pulled a throw over him. He looked down at the sad, sad man and shook his head.
“Well, I’ll be going now, ma’am!” Jim said as he tipped his hat.
“Thanks for bringin’ him home Jim,” Lureen began.
"And because you were so kind to my husband, take tomorrow off.” Jim smiled and exited the Twist home.
“Thank you Jim..” Jack managed from the couch. He looked up at Lureen with a fearful expression. Lureen saw in her husband’s eyes a sadness so sublime that her heart almost broke.
“Well, at least he’s home!” Lureen thought as she walked, alone, to her bedroom.