CHAPTER SIXTEEN
June 23, 1937 ~ Dr. Steven’s Journal ~ The Pool. I held my hands together in the form of praying hands and stopped, still holding my breath. Prayer. Yes Lord. I get so busy. I ask for your protection for us all—especially the man who is holding the other end of this rope.
Up for air. Back down. As I pushed my hands together the water became thick. Or some sort of pressure pushed my hands apart. The more I am in this water, the more it baffles me. It’s beautiful, but mysterious. I studied slide after slide under the microscope and saw the same bacteria, algae, and amoeba.
Nothing dangerous here.
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Present Day ~ Noell knew she was as conspicuous as a purple lion in the jungles of Africa, this first day at the Roads Department. Or as a white woman in an all-Spanish church
