Child in a Manger: Chapter 2
The little adorbs baby has been taken to the hospital…
That this particular infant lowly had turned out to be a she instead of a he was just one more surprise in a long evening of them.
Is it really so surprising? I mean, it’s a 50/50 shot, right? Or did Allison somehow assume that a manger-deposited child could only be male?
Anyway, Allison is trying to find a foster family for the baby (nicknamed “Joy” by the hospital staff), but it is proving difficult. Which seems odd to me, seeing as how I can only imagine that thousands of childless people would kill for a healthy, month-old baby, but I suppose there’s red tape and such. And, of course, we can all see where this will lead…
And Ivan was right about the “ignore what a woman says” thing actually being intended as criticism. Sorry, Brock, but ’round these parts, a few too many men with your attitude have been lauded as heroes by their creators. Hopefully, you’ll grow out of this.
In fact, Allison spends half a page ruminating on what a crappy cop Brock is, what with his “issues with women.”
Then, of course, he shows up, and there is some pretty good stuff about Allison thinking Brock is (looks-wise, at least), waaaaay out of her league, especially since she’s wearing a sweatsuit and feeling old and “dumpy.”
Allison and Brock once again knock heads over the whole was-mommy-good-or-not issue. It’s not like Allison is a big fan of the mom, but…
Did [Brock] expect her to be the defender of women everywhere? It was as bad as an unbeliever expecting her to speak on behalf of and defend the not always Christ-like actions of all Christians.
Huh. Well, that dropped right out of the sky.
So, Allison, that happens to you a lot in your bitty insular town in west-central Indiana, eh? If so, weird. If not, it’s fascinating that your mind made that leap. So, now we know who two groups of horrible people are: misogynists and atheists.
(Not for nothing, and not to excuse anyone who tries to make one person the spokesperson for the entire group, but maybe the atheists in Allison’s life (I’m sure there are so many) would lay off a bit if fewer Christians brought up our hellboundness when defending themselves against the charge of arrogance.)
Honestly, I was expecting a quiet ride after Chapter One, but this is getting interesting.
Another interesting bit:
“Destiny only has a population of seven hundred, you know.” [Allison said]
“I work here, remember?” [Brock said]
“For only two months or so.”
She had to smile at that. He would never be in Destiny long enough to truly be a part of the place. Only coming into and exiting the world within a ten-mil radius of the town made that possible.
Damn. Okay, small towns suck. They really, really suck. Remind me never to move to one. Geez.
Brock reveals that a few people saw a stranger hanging around the manger before the “interfaith” show began, in a coat that, in retrospect, was big enough to hide a baby. Then he sees the baby and goes all goopy, so we know he’ll make a good daddy someday (soon). Then he destroys the picture by rifling through the baby’s deposited diaper bag for evidence. Finding none, he shakes Allison’s hand…
And lightning strikes and angels sing. And they both kinda pretend it didn’t happen.
Yanno, the romance part of this is not bad at all, really.
Finally, as Allison privately tries to figure out if this is some sort of coded, mysterious Sign (of the kind God likes to send to his followers), we discover that the nativity scene featured a “cast and crew representing all four of Destiny’s churches.”
Seven hundred people, four Christian churches, defining “interfaith.” I am sure that Allison is harassed on a daily basis by a bunch of arrogant, argumentative atheists.