Psalm 22:6 In the cold light of morning, Meggie decided she must have imagined the events of the previous day. Those salt and pepper pots had creeped her out to the extent she was seeing things. After all, demons didn’t really exist in this day and age. Sure, they were in the Bible, but this was the twenty-first century. And perhaps she’d imagined the rest of it too. The way her skin crawled at Mrs. Field’s touch and the voice in her head and… She looked at the church as Pastor Jack stopped the car outside. “Thank you for the lift.” “You’re welcome. I’ll go and park and then I’ll be in.” He tilted his head. “You sure you’re up to working?” “The hospital sent me home. If they didn’t think I was fit, they’d have said something. Besides, Aaron said he’d ring here when he’d pulled my car out of the ditch. I need to pick it up at some point. And he doesn’t have my mobile number.” “Fair enough. You can proofread the service sheet—make sure I fixed those typos.”
