CHAPTER 28
SHE WAS LATE FOR SUNDAY school. Even after all Greg’s lecturing last night about how she was always supposed to be the first one to church and the last one out, even when the walk from her front door to the downstairs Sunday school room was less than a hundred steps away, she ended up coming in and slipping into her chair right after her husband finished his opening prayer.
He glanced at her, but she couldn’t tell if his expression was one of concern or anger. She wouldn’t worry about that. Whatever he felt about her tardiness, she couldn’t do anything to change it now. Realizing she’d forgotten her Bible at home, she reached out timidly for one of the extras stacked on the table in front of her, keenly aware of two dozen sets of eyes staring at her.
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