Sarah, Joe's wife, noticed the guest. "Bigoted man, drinking his Coke, judging us all. What a fraud." Glaring at him, she strode to the table. Joe helped her get seated.
After blessing the food, the unwanted guest prayed, "God comfort the sad, the frightened, the weary." His heart's voice flowed like golden sherry. Sarah's face flushed. Her heart gave a pound. Her tears, without warning, spilled, erasing her make-up, exposing the purple and blue.