I could see she wanted to stay with Harry, but some things we don’t get to choose. With a nod she agreed and quickly stepped into her clothes, giving her some warmth and modesty, not that she truly needed either. “Be careful,” I warned her. “Pastor Bob is banished but he might have left behind a trap or a curse.”
“I’m a smart girl,” she said with more confidence than she had earned in her short life. After giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, she disappeared out the back door.
I didn’t have time to worry about her. I had to focus on Harry and Joy. Noticing that the flask in Harry’s hand still hadn’t been opened, I asked him, “Did you drink the entire thing?”
“No,” he said slowly, shaking his head. “I haven’t had any of it.”
“Drink!” I ordered him. “You’re dying!”
Maybe I was being ove
