This morning, the doorbell was rung, and on the stoop was a young woman and a young girl. I opened the door, and the girl said, with a bit of a lisp, that they were from the Watchtower, and would I mind talking to them for a minute? Oh, god, I thought, but the kid was cute, the woman was pleasant, so I said sure. We talked for about two minutes, they gave me some literature, I offered them something cold to drink, and they left. No pressure. No sermons. No intense Have Yew Accepted CHRAST into Your Lahf? In fact, nothing intense at all.
I was quite surprised.
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