For the first time, I begin to understand why Tyler went back to the Church. Why he became a priest.
And suddenly I feel strange about my own choices, about my own convictions. They feel flat and callow next to Zenny’s lively, energetic zeal. I’m not used to feeling that way about myself, and it’s rather uncomfortable.
“If I hadn’t brokered the Keegan deal, how were you planning on fitting a birthing center into the shelter? You’re already crammed into that space just doing normal shelter stuff.”
She gives a shrug. “We would have asked the owner for more space in the building, since it was empty anyway. Or found an off-site location. We have faith that something will open up.”
I’m about to say that she doesn’t need faith, that she has me and I’ll make sure she gets the best f***
