CHAPTER 8: THE FIG TREE AT SUNSET
Later on, back at the Inn, David was talking with the other children. “Isn’t it strange how time goes so slowly, when you are waiting,” “Every minute seems like an hour.”
“I know what you mean, David,” Carrie frowned. Sometimes I wait for my favorite TV show to start—I look at the clock—and find it is only 1 minute from the last time I looked. But it’s 5:30 now. We’ll be called for dinner soon, and then—before you know it—sunset.”
Carrie was right. As soon as she finished speaking, everyone was called to the dining room for dinner.