Short, wide heavy shoulders, big hands and olive skin. Swarthy, they were definitely swarthy. I invited them into my small apartment. My friends tell me I am too friendly. I have many friends. They tell me that I shouldn't invite just anyone into my home. I do it anyway, hell, how do they think they got to be my friends?
These guys looked middle eastern but had a French accent. Their names were Frank and Dave. They said it with a French accent but I'm writing this small chronicle in English so you will just have to guess about what words have those little squiggles on them.
"Want some coffee?" I asked in a cheerful sort of way. I'm almost always happy. I think I was just born that way.
"Yes" said Frank.
"Yes please," said Dave.
"Sit down fellas," I waved at the table and went through the motions of fixing coffee. I made small talk while I worked. Other people might have been in a hurry but I'm never eager to have company leave. I love people, always have, so I waited until we took our seats to ask why they had paid me a visit.
Dave said, "Are you a religious person Gabe?" (That's my name)
"Geez, not particularly. Are you?" I'm always curious about why people pick certain beliefs.
"We are." Said Dave. Frank began to look around nervously. I sipped my coffee. Dave asked me if I believed in god.
"Gee Dave, I've never really given it much thought. Why don't you tell me what you think."
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