I watched her go through university, where she experimented with things that distracted her, got into unhealthy emotional relationships, and was exposed to all the shiny things money could buy that so easily blind men's eyes to that which has a higher, more eternal value, but she remained a child in the faith. She had finally triumphed and landed a position in a modest firm. She had worked hard and worked her way up to where she was now. She would have been in a better place if she hadn't refused to play ball, to sully herself or her beliefs.
Then there's the Cross. I was unable to predict her future.
"Can you tell me why you're staring at me like that?" she inquired, her face concerned.
“I…nothing. Thank you very much for your suggestion; I'll remember it." She grinned as I said it.
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