Sheila Whitaker asked as she released Lacy from a bear hug. “I’m just so happy.” Without giving her time to answer her previous question, she grabbed Lacy’s hands in a death grip and continued speaking. “Listen, I know it feels like we’re alone in this fight, but we’re not. We have friends. Big, important friends.” Her tone was cryptic, as was the narrow-eyed look she was giving Lacy. With one final, painful squeeze of Lacy’s hands, Sheila turned and walked away. “That was…weird,” Tosh whispered. Lacy nodded. “Do you think she was a marine?” How else to explain her bone-crushing strength? “Are we sure she’s always been a woman?” “Tosh,” Lacy exclaimed. She lightly shoved his arm, and he laughed. “What? She has a very masculine energy.” “Sometimes I have a really hard time believing you’re someone’s pastor.” “Not hers,” Tosh said. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to make fun of her.” He looped his arm around Lacy’s neck and gave her a playful squeeze.
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