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Esther hurried towards the park bench where she and Joy usually met, midway between the hospital and the cancer clinic. Which piece of news should she share first? Brenda? Or Rachel?
Brenda would be less complicated.
“You know how I’ve been praying about my workmates? Well, God has answered at last,” Esther said as they sat down and got out their lunches.
“You always sound astonished.”
“I know, I know. I shouldn’t be, but every answer to prayer is like a totally new miracle out of nowhere.”
“So what has happened?” Joy ate a mouthful.
Esther told her about Brenda. “And we’re going to go for a walk on Monday lunchtimes.”
“Which stories are you planning to tell?”
Talking about Brenda first was harder than she’d expected. The news about Rachel was ready to burst out of her like a c
