“Mornin’ kiddos. How’re you two today?” Cecelia breezed through the door at the Café Olé and slipped into the booth across from Beatrice. DeeAnna shoved a mug of hot frothy cap over to her.
“Excellent! We were just talking about what a great time we had at Bible study last night,” said Bea. “We missed you.”
“Sorry… .” CeCe slipped out of her jacket and took a sip of coffee.
“Sorry about what?” Dee asked.
Cece hesitated. She so disliked confrontation. “Well, I’m thinking of not going anymore.”
“Why?” asked Bea.
“I’m really too busy for it.”
Dee peered at her suspiciously. “Busy? We’re all busy, but I thought we had made a commitment to each other to do this.”
CeCe sat silently drinking her coffee. When it became evident her friends were not going to let this drop, she said into her coffee cup, “It’s just that I don’t agree with what everybody says.”
DeeAnna and Beatrice both laughed. “Since when is full agreement the criteria for taking part in a study group?” Dee asked.
Bea chimed in. “That’s what makes this study so good. We all agree on the basics, but it’s challenging to see how Christians from other churches think.”
CeCe could feel herself on soft ground. In spite of her resolve not to argue with her friends over this, she said, “Everyone disagreeing is so, well, disagreeable.” There, she made her point. Perhaps she could change the subject now. “You know…”
Dee cut her off. “CeCe, this is just so like you. Why does everyone have to agree on everything?”
The three friends sat together in silence, drinking their coffee. Beatrice and DeeAnna waited expectantly for an answer while CeCe avoided their eyes.
“Ok,” said Bea, after the silence became uncomfortable. “I agree with you. Let’s stop going to this study.”
Dee looked askance at her two friends. “What is wrong with you? Bea, you’re agreeing with CeCe? Why? You are one of the most vocal dissenters in the group!”
“If it makes CeCe uncomfortable, well, she’s my friend… .”
“Wait a minute,” said CeCe. “I didn’t say you had to agree with me!”
DeeAnna laughed. “Okay, I’m confused. So you don’t want us to agree with you; but you don’t like study participants to disagree with you, uh, or with each other… or… .” Her voice trailed off in mock confusion.
CeCe glanced at her watch. “Ten to Eight…gotta run. My boss is a clock watcher.” She jumped up from the table, grabbed her coat, offered her friends a half-hearted parting smile and disappeared out the door. She could feel her friends shaking their heads behind her, and could imagine their comments about their confused friend who couldn’t agree or disagree. Not that she disagreed with their assessment.
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