“Will loves me, and he’s a tender type.”
Keith nodded. He didn’t want to interrupt her.
“And he’s a man with prestige. He’s a preacher.”
“Oh, really?” Keith asked, surprised. Will looked like anything but a preacher. “And where does he preach?”
“In a very modern congregation. He’s the leader.”
“Right. And what kind of congregation is this? Is it like those New Age types?”
“It was a conventional congregation before, but it’s undergoing a lot of change now.”
“I’m asking because the conventional ones wouldn’t support the preacher being an unmarried man. And you two aren’t married, are you?”
“No, we aren’t married.”
Keith made some notes for a moment and then looked up again.
“Let’s get back to the voices.”
“A voice.”
“So do you think there is only one voice?”
“Yes, I do. Only one
