Chapter - Skinheads for Christ

	Chapter - Skinheads for Christ
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Fred was at the market, picking up some food for his Mom. His arms were full and he turned to go.

Bump! As he turned, someone bumped his arm. Packages fell everywhere.

"Oh, gee, sorry." The man who had bumped him started to pick up stuff and hand it to Fred.

It was a skinhead! Fred started and said hastily. "Uh, no problem! I can handle it, no trouble at all, sir!"

The skinhead looked at the nervous teeen. His eyes narrowed, and he said. "You've had trouble with skinheads."

"Uh, no." trembled Fred. "No trouble at all."

"Here," said the skinhead, pulling back a sleeve to show the tattoo on his upper left arm. "Skinhead's for Christ. I'm not racist, not a nazi, and not about to beat you up. Now," he grinned, "will you let me apologize for bumping you and help you pick up your shopping?"

Fred couldn't help but grin back, a bit embarrassed and said "Sure."

"So, seriously, what's your problem with skinheads?" he asked while they both bent down to pick up vegetables.

"My friend, John, was beat up, maybe by a skinhead, he doesn't remember being hit. And two of them have been following us."

"That sounds serious. There are some skinheads who give the rest of us a bad name." He rubbed his chin and checked out the area without seeming to do so.

Then he spoke quietly, "My name is Joe. Joe Kedney. I think I can help you with this problem. But I know you can't just up and trust me. If someone you trust vouches for me, can you tell him if you'll trust me?"

Fred's eyes went wide with surprise, then narrowed in thought. "Sure. If I'm asked by someone I trust, I'll consider it."

"Good. Unless I or he tell you otherwise, if you see me around, you don't know me or anything about me, OK?"

"Sure. Whatever." This was getting a bit weird for Fred.

Joe nodded and left.

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