“It certainly is,” Dr. Walsh waved good-bye and leaned over Kathy.
Robert Martens was still looking back from the door, and he saw the man who called himself Dr. Walsh placing his hand over Kathy’s forehead. At the same time, the reverend felt a strong grip around his stomach, which could be from the fear or worry. Kathy was not in good hands. This doctor had acted very strangely—something was not right about him.
“Come, Reverend,” Joe grabbed his arm, gently pulling him out, “we can’t do anything more, just wait.”
We can’t, Robert thought, but this man, or whatever creature he is, he can only make things worse.
*
Sue was in her happiest mood as she was arranging the kitchen, mumbling the healing spells. Fantastic, she thought, amazing, wonderful, all-pervading … and I did it! No one
