Harper nodded. "Yeah, that's right. Abraham." I noticed how he tightened his grip on the steering wheel when he spoke his father's name. "What was he like?" I broached. Harper smiled but kept his eyes on the road. "It would be so easy to tell you he was a cruel man, one of those fire-and-brimstone preachers that the church was keen to cultivate back in those days. You know, the kind that condemn everyone and everything to Hell, while standing high up on their pedestal claiming to be the right arm of God. It would account for a lot, right? But Abraham was none of those things. He was loved by his congregation, well, most of them anyway. He was a good man, a just man. He cared for the community, his wife, his child, but maybe that was his problem." I wrinkled my brow in confusion. "What do y
