Chapter 25
(Jehovah’s Valley, Oregon, Wednesday, October 1, 2013)
JANET SAT ON THE FLOOR, her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees for warmth. She was cold. In mild shock probably, she thought. She’d been firebombed, drugged, kidnapped and dragged 300 miles from home, beaten, and tossed in here. Yup, those were grounds to be in a bit of shock. It had to be getting close to midnight, which might account for the chill as well.
She thought of another song to sing when she realized she could hear women’s voices already singing it: The Old Rugged Cross Made the Difference for Me, an old Bill Gaither song. She listened to them for a minute, and then joined in, singing along. Singing it louder even.
She let them sing the second verse—her memory wasn’t that good:
Barren wa
