CHAPTER 30
Kennedy had never met a woman like Connie, who could turn a tour of a two-story farmhouse into a ninety-minute rundown of a century’s worth of family history, starting with Grandma Lucy’s parents and their ministry in China before the Communist takeover.
When Kennedy mentioned her parents had also served in Asia, Connie clasped her hands together. “Oh, I just knew the two of you would be kindred spirits. She mentions you all the time, you know. Whenever I pass by the prayer room, if it’s not Ian I hear her talking about, I can be pretty sure it’ll be you.”
Kennedy wasn’t exactly sure why Grandma Lucy would spend that much time in prayer for her. They hardly knew each other.
“Oh,” Connie continued, her voice as animated as the perkiest of flight attendants, “speaking of the p
