“All right,” Keith said to Martha, smiling. “Now you can speak freely about whatever you want.”
The edge of Martha’s lips pulled into a timid smile. She didn’t seem like the kind of person who would talk Keith’s ear off so that he had to interrupt her.
“Will loves me, and he’s a tender type.”
Keith nodded. He didn’t want to interrupt her.
“And he’s a man with prestige. He’s a preacher.”
“Oh, really?” Keith asked, surprised. Will looked like anything but a preacher. “And where does he preach?”
“In a very modern congregation. He’s the leader.”
“Right. And what kind of congregation is this? Is it like those New Age types?”
“It was a conventional congregation before, but it’s undergoing a lot of change now.”
“I’m asking because the conventional ones wouldn’t support the preacher being
