I can tell she’s looking past me to the twins, who are standing very still and straight, like perfectly matched bookends. “I am Father Nerve, and these are my companions, Ro and Ray Piedmont, and Ennaline Whitehall. “Yes, we need you.”įather Nerve nods in a way that’s partly agreement and partly a bow, a faithful gesture of reverence. “Yes,” she says, in a smaller, quieter voice. She touches the swirl of fair hair at its crown. Evans-avoids his gaze and looks at the top of her child’s head. “We go where we feel the greatest need is,” says Father Nerve.
I thought it… I thought it would take longer.” “We’re here to perform a miracle,” Father Nerve repeats himself.Īnother child starts howling somewhere inside the house. There’s a small child tucked under her arm, the way another woman might clutch her purse. Wrinkles crease her forehead and pucker the skin above her upper lip. I guess she’s about twenty, but looks closer to thirty. The woman at the door is thin and has a sharp face like a rodent.
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