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CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 10 One thing Jillian could say in defense of a church like Orchard Grove was they knew how to close a service on time. Good thing, considering how uncomfortable these pews were. The preacher was just about to dismiss everyone when Grandma Lucy stood up. “Pastor Greg?” Oh no. Does she still do this? Jillian wanted to disappear into the back of her seat. At first the pastor acted like he hadn’t heard Grandma. Smart man. “Pastor Greg?” she repeated, and he turned with a smile Jillian would swear was forced while her grandmother asked, “May I close in prayer today?” Greg glanced at his wristwatch. Jillian didn’t know how long this particular preacher had worked at Orchard Grove, but he had apparently learned all about Grandma Lucy’s delays. How could a woman that tiny and old a
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