Chapter Eight
Cyrus Rafferty didn’t go in for doubletalk, either. When Rafferty got home that evening, he could hear him holding forth in Christian-brethren-mode as soon as he opened the front door. He found him leaning on the dining-room table as if it was a pulpit.
He suspected Abra had come in here, which wasn’t a room they’d used much since they moved in at the beginning of July, to get away from Cyrus. But you didn’t get away from Cyrus that easily.
‘Ah. Joe. Ah was just telling Abra here something about ma early days as a lay preacher. Ah took ma first examples from two outstanding evangelical preachers from the 1700s – Jonathan Edwards and the Rev George Whitfield. Fine preachers, both of them. Men of steel, too, as preaching in those days wasn’t a profession for the faint-hearte
