Juliette spent twenty minutes opening cupboards and then closing them again. Whenever she reached the end of the row, she went back to the beginning and repeated the entire mindless procedure. Roger wouldn’t recognize a sign from God if it fell down from heaven and split open his thick skull. It was bad enough her husband just stood by while she was accosted by a homeless bum. Now he was sitting back, doing absolutely nothing when there was a poor girl who needed rescuing just a few kilometers away. Roger had said he would ask God for confirmation. What did he think tonight’s visitor was — just some pickled cabbage?
Juliette slammed the pantry door a little harder than she meant to. “Nothing to eat?” Roger’s voice was sharp. She turned around, but her retort was surprised out of her when
