“Well, Pastor Simmons tells me you like to watch my television broadcast,” I teased.
“Yes,” he said and dropped his hand from mine.
“Well, shall we go somewhere and have a talk?” I questioned and looked back to Pastor Simmons.
The young woman interjected, “You can use this room, Pastor.” She extended her arm toward a door on the opposite side of the hall.
“Wonderful,” I said. “Stephen, shall we go talk?”
“Stephanie!” he demanded angrily.
“Okay, shall we go inside and talk?” I replied, calmly refusing to call the boy by a girl’s name.
The boy turned without saying a word and went into the room. I followed. Inside, there was a sofa under a window and a desk on an adjacent wall. The boy plopped himself on the floral-print sofa and stared at me. I gently closed the door behind us and tu
