Chapter Four
One night some weeks after her evening with Tom, Kate bolted from bed after several fretful sleepless hours. Rummaging through her desk for her personal journal, she settled into the living room couch and began to write about the gnawing scene that she couldn’t shake from her mind. The dim glow of the lamp above reminded her of the night spent on the steps of Westminster Lodge, side by side with Jamie, the boyish woman who had instantly captured her heart just the day before. . .
Journal: It was a rarefied atmosphere, post adolescent enthusiasm filling the hearts of twenty faithful 60’s missionaries of the Gospel; the two of us, Jamie and I, were ensconced on the staircase at midnight telling tales from our wounded souls we’d never shared with another human heart. How we man
