Soap Opera Night at the Bains

This next person is not easy to write about. The next story about C (Tom asked me not to use their names) will have a little humor in it, but don't look for it in this entry.
I never really liked or trusted C. He looked and acted like the type of person you would expect to see as a hardened criminal.
The prison ministry, which we worked with, started because C had assaulted the director's wife and stolen their car. They chose to forgive him, visit him in prison and help him on the outside. I never fully sensed that he was truly sorry and neither did B, another Country western type ex-con, whom I did like and did somewhat trust.
I know it is not right to not forgive. One Sunday, I didn't take communion because I knew I was harboring unforgiveness and wasn't really sorry about it. That day, C wanted to make a special meal for us because it was near my birthday. He also called Tom a "tall drink of water" as a somewhat endearing term. Once when he called and asked for Tom using that phrase, after we had moved, a bit of fear chilled me.
Anyway, on to the main story.
B and C were staying in an unsupervised halfway house (big mistake), an experiment our director was attempting in the ministry. I think they had use of the house without cost.
The director and his wife were out of town. C somehow showed up on our door step barefoot and with a stab wound. I immediately took our little toddler Katie into our bedroom and locked the door.
We found out that C and B had been drinking and had gotten into a fight. B cared about our director's wife and he too felt C was unrepentant about the situation with our director's wife.
We had no credit card and C did not want to go to the police or to the hospital. We talked with our director on the phone and somehow agreed to put C up for the night. It was one of my hardest nights of faith. I knew he was too weak to harm me or our daughter.
We made it through. I remember we had been talking to a relative that evening and he commented that we had a regular soap opera going on at our house. It still scares me somewhat to think of it.
The next morning at breakfast, C tried to blame B for the whole incident. I told him he was at fault too. I am brave at odd times sometimes:).