today she saw a jesus freak on the bus; perhaps what gave him away was that plastic covered hotel bible. or his prissy hair and windbreaker. whatever it was, she watched him suspiciously, thinking, "look how he clings to that book...like he's defining himself through it...or hiding more like it...poor missionary with a cause." lovingly, she opened her script again to read, to ponder. but she was interrupted by a horrible silence... "look how she clings to that script..."