Mr. Williams


Mr. Williams wiped the sweat from his forehead and cursed the humidity. "And someone turn on the air conditioner!" Then he walked back to the kitchen. "But my ideology hasn't changed a bit!" A man with long hair and a beard was saying to his wife. "It's just that the president is really a humble man! And I like him." What they were talking about Mr. Williams couldn't guess but the man stood up suddenly as he walked in. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" He said as politely as he could. "Honey, look at his identification card. It's Davey, your brother. He's come home from the war!" Mr. Williams caught his breath and then walked over and hugged his long-lost brother with a huge laugh. "Oh, it's good to have you home Dave." "And it's good to be here. I know it's an old idiom, but home is truly where the heart is."