CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Remi sat on one of the pews in the Chapel of the Tablet, feeling gutted. For a moment, while praying, she had felt a connection to God she hadn’t experienced in years. And then she had thought her prayers had been answered in an immediate and stunning way.
Only to find that the Ark was a fake.
She recalled something Sister Beatrice used to say about prayer when she was a schoolgirl.
“Remember, young ladies,”—even when they were little, Sister Beatrice always addressed them as ‘young ladies’—“God is not like Santa Claus. Just because you are good doesn’t mean He will give you everything you ask for.”
Remi smiled. If only Sister Beatrice could see her now.
Captain Kebede and the priest had sat down on the other side of the church and were deep in conversation. Occas
