Chapter 13
Savannah, GA
Saturday afternoon, later
WHEN THEY WERE back in their hotel room, Chris said, “Except for your mother’s little outburst, that was a nice lunch.”
“Yeah. Pop told me that he’s eventually going to tell her point-blank that she needs to choose between him and her cult.”
“Wow! That’s serious.”
“It is serious, Chris. He’s fifty and in the prime of his life. He needs a companion who’ll share his life, instead of one who sits around praying all day.”
“Too bad he can’t have her kidnapped and taken someplace to be deprogrammed—like they did back in the seventies when teenagers got involved with cults.”
“Yeah.”
Mickey’s sister called them when she was en route to the bicycle rental place, so they retrieved their bikes and rode over to meet her.
“Are you sure you’re
