Chapter Eight
Overwhelmed, Jessica pulled a chair up and joined Pastor Norman at the dining room table. “So,” she said and interrupted the silence that had seeped over them, “I guess there’s nothing left to do but roll the dice again?”
He nodded solemnly. “I’m afraid so, kiddo.”
She sighed, sure that this possibly topped the Worst Day Ever list for her. Ever since she’d woken up, she’d wanted nothing more than to get back in bed and go to sleep. The blasted day wouldn’t let her, though, and simply kept going on and on and on.
“How long will it take to save them from the cards?” she asked.
“I wish I had an answer for you,” Pastor Norman said. “Unfortunately, it depends on how the game goes.”
“And by that,” Chad said, “you mean by how much of a fight the demons put up.”
Pastor Norman
