“Someone told me that I was being a bull-headed fool,” Luke said. “And that I should talk to you again before giving up entirely.”
Sometimes, divine intervention could come in really handy. “I think I know who you’re talking about,” I replied. “Elderly gentleman, favors tweed?”
Luke raised an eyebrow. “You, too?”
I shrugged. “Who knew that God liked to hang around in the produce section of the supermarket?”
To my surprise, Luke actually smiled. “He does have a way of turning up in strange places.”
Feeling a little braver, I made my way down the stairs and took a few hesitant steps in his direction. He watched me carefully, but he had his poker face on; I found it impossible to guess what he might be thinking. Was he just here because God had told him to come? Or had he gotten the bene
