Wow, what a heretical thought it is, based on Reverend Martens way of thinking, she thought. He is a decent, honest old man, but his faith is as weak as his body.
And one of the members of this new generation is asleep right here in this room, she thought, looking at her daughter. Joe had brought her home from the hospital so that she was now their responsibility. The doctors had insisted on keeping her for a few more days of observation, but Sue wouldn’t hear of it. She knew it wasn’t the doctors who had cured her daughter—in fact, from this point on, they could only make her status worse. But the recovery would continue; the Master would keep his promise. Not only this one, but all of them. She didn’t need to pray and cry out like Reverend Martens did to his god … she only needed …
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