The Work of Grace
But I don’t hear a word she’s said because as Sam and his brother stride purposefully across the church’s basement congregation hall, the rest of the Hammond brothers—Leon and Randall—fall in behind them, along with Margie, Bill Gregor and a few others, even the Mueller brothers, Jack and Basil.
“Alice, what’s going on?” I interrupt her mindless prattling, a gift she used to use while we were in nursing to keep patients calm and distract them from their injuries. I lock eyes with her and see the truth in the slight angling of her head, the anguished way she meets my gaze.
“It’s nothing, Juliet. They’re just—worried about the women of the township. After what happened—to you.”
“I know Sam. An
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