Chapter 3: Our Weakness
At first my words were halting and I wasn't sure where to start. Leticia was patient. She listened intently, not just to the Scripture but also to the silences between. She asked good questions. She waited for me to gather my thoughts. Bit by bit I grew more confident until my rambling monologue became a genuine conversation.
"It's almost been two hours," I said after checking my phone. "Do you want to stop?"
She brushed her pretty lips with the chipped nail of her pinky finger. "I guess so," she said. "You probably have things to do. I liked it, though. You're a good teacher." She trained her dreamy, contemplative eyes on me.
My cheeks grew uncomfortably hot. "Thanks," I said quietly. "You're the first person I've really...who let me talk to them, anyway."
She
