ERNIE AND ERNESTINA: Searching
Book Two, Chapter 228: Fists
After an Al-Anon meeting the other night, in our time of fellowship, Hannah asked three of us: “What’s the opposite of love?”
She made a fist with her hand. “Fear is the opposite of love. Fear is closed.” Then she opened her hand, palm up. “Love is open.”
Fists fight. Or, fists hide what’s inside.
That’s what Ernie and I did. We led with our fists.