Chapter 10“It’s cold enough to snow!” the Reverend McLean exclaimed as he rubbed his gnarled, dry fingers together.
“This reception area always takes ages to warm up.” Sal struggled to unlock Jayden’s office door without removing her gloves. The ugly extension slapped onto the back of the beautiful church was a 1970s throwback, an embarrassment and an eyesore.
“Thanks,” Jayden said, giving her a grateful smile. “I’m getting my handbag back tonight.” She edged her right foot sideways and re-situated a nearby bucket under a drip readying itself to fall on her head.
McLean waved at her pointed action. “I haven’t got hold of the roofer yet,” he explained. “It’s on my list of important things to do.”
“Your first appointment is at nine,” Sal informed Jayden. She rolled her eyes behind the vi
