BREE HARRIS CLOSED her Bible and looked at her co-workers across the table. Andy Hendrix and Carl Dennis looked as frustrated as she. “I thought you said this Bible study was going to be an outreach, that we were going to talk it up and get half the office studying with us every Thursday. That was the plan, wasn’t it?” “I thought you said you were going to be the one to print out the fliers, telling people about it.” Carl Dennis looked disgusted as he got up and crossed the employees’ lounge. The office coffeepot was filled to capacity, even though there were only three of them here. “Where are those brochures?” he asked as he poured himself a cup. “I never saw them.” “I was busy, okay? I didn’t have time. You could have done them, you know.” Andy sat slumped at the table, his Bible open in front of him. “Bree, you’re supposed to be the big desktop-publishing whiz. When we talked about this at church, you said it would be easy. You were even excited about it.”
