Volcanic Anger

Read: Ephesians 4:26-32

The baseball blasted off Logan’s bat like a rocket.

“Nice shot,” Jayden said.

The ball crashed through the upstairs window of the Cooleys’ house. Mrs. Cooley screamed, and a man’s shouts filled the air.

Logan dropped his bat. “We’re dead. Let’s get out of here.”

Jayden was already tightening his shoe laces. “If we’re gonna run, it’s now or never.”

Mr. Cooley appeared from inside the broken window. “Stay right there, Jayden!” he yelled. “I’m coming down. You’re gonna pay for this!”

Jayden froze. “How does he know my name?” he asked Logan.

The boys moved closer together as Mr. Cooley stepped into the yard and stomped toward them.

“Guess you won’t have to wash the window today, dear,” Mrs. Cooley called from inside.

Mr. Cooley stopped—and smiled. “She’s been wanting me to clean that thing all day, but I didn’t want to pull out the ladder. You two may have done me a favor.”

Logan looked at Mr. Cooley nervously. “We’ll pay for the damages,” he said.