CHAPTER 12
Elliot didn’t even know where to begin. All the questions he’d so methodically listed out on the drive over the North Cascades had melted into mush during Grandma Lucy’s prayer session.
“I’m starting to wonder what you want me to say.” Grandma Lucy folded her hands on her lap. Her placid smile bore no indication of the intensity that infused her voice and her presence any time she started to pray. “Do you want me to give you some magic cure that will heal all your patients at once? It doesn’t work like that.”
“I know it doesn’t. I just wanted to know why it … how it …”
“Why God chose to heal this young mother you told me about while letting so many others die from their sickness?”
“Yeah.” It sounded like such a stupid question when she put it like that though. Who was Ellio
