Saturday morning someone rang the doorbell. Normally, I don’t answer, but I was expecting someone at 10:30 to pick me up and go somewhere. And lo and behold, two older JW women. Unfortunately, I was pressed for time and am still trying to maintain my fade locally. I wanted to talk about the Royal Commission and so forth, but I didn’t.
Basically the conversation went like this:
She said, “We are here to talk about some good news…” Then the light of recognition came to her eyes. She said, “I remember you’ve been to the Kingdom Hall.”
I told her, “I am…” It took me a second to cycle through a word that was truthful and yet would not set off an aposta-alarm. “…inactive.”
She said, “Well, if you’d like to come back and talk to the brothers…”
I said, “I have talked to the brothers there and it was very traumatic for me.”
Of course, they didn’t know what to say to that, so she settled at, “Well, you know where we are. We meet at 10 o’clock. What’s your name?”
I didn’t want to give them my name but I didn’t want to be rude. So I just gave her my first name. Obviously I know that she is going to write that down on her slip or hand that to one of the elders. I didn’t name any names or say anything to specific or incriminating. Hopefully what I said conveyed I don’t want ‘the brothers’ to visit.