Micah said, his voice hoarse. “I think it would be easier if I were doing something while I talked. Do you think you’re ready to try a little broth? It’s probably cold by now, but you need the nourishment.” Jocelyn heard the undertone of fear. “I have the constitution of a pair of draft horses. I...
Once again all gazes fastened onto Thea, including the sideways flash of sympathy from a waiter removing her plate. “If you prefer honesty,” she returned, picking her way through a mine shaft of volatile responses, “I’d have to say I agree with Mrs. Gorman about God’s view of gambling. I can’t qu...