CHAPTER 51
You’d think I’d be high as a kite since I left Baxter Loop and drove back to the trailer park. Either that, or you’d think I’d dismiss what Grandma Lucy said as the words of an old woman whose sanity is already in question.
I don’t doubt her at all, though. As soon as she told me my daughter would live, it’s like I’d known that from the beginning. I just needed someone to teach me how to have that faith. I’ve never been into signs and wonders and junk like that. Even when I lived with Sandy, her husband’s church was way more subdued. You wouldn’t find white-haired grannies standing up and making proclamations or prophesies directly from the Lord. But even though this kind of faith is so far out of my comfort zone, it fits me. It suits me.
The irony is that my soul is even hea
