CHAPTER 27
“Grandma Lucy?” Brad gave her shoulder a gentle shake. “Grandma Lucy, it’s time to wake up and take your medicine.”
She muttered something in her sleep.
“What’s she saying?” he asked his mom, who was standing by the door.
Mom shook her head. “I don’t know. This is how it’s been since that heart attack. One day she’s fine, just as strong as ever, telling everybody she meets about Jesus and spending hours in her prayer chair talking to God, and the next she’s like this, and you never know which it’s going to be from one hour to the next.”
“I still think you should talk to the doctor about that.” Brad was no scientist, but it didn’t seem normal that a woman as strong in spirit and sound in mind should be reduced to this kind of state. If his mother’s assessment could be truste
