CHAPTER 36
Whoever said that confession was good for the soul was either a lying i***t or had never been in a situation like Jillian’s. After telling Grandma Lucy about her doctor’s visit, she waited expectantly for something to happen. A hug — cheesy as it would be — a word of encouragement, even another lecture.
Instead, silence.
Grandma Lucy just sat there with her feet crossed and eyes closed. For a second Jillian was worried that she’d had a heart attack and died sitting up.
“Grandma?” she asked faintly.
“Father God,” Grandma Lucy croaked.
Great. More prayers. Part of her wished that Grandma Lucy would stop wasting her time. If prayer alone really could help, didn’t she think that it would have worked by now?
“You see how much my granddaughter is suffering, and you know the sor
