Its ringing had startled her, waking her from a deep sleep. The last person she’d hoped to hear from when she was too tired to talk or think straight was the Reverend Tom. He’d called for an update and to just chat. She hadn’t meant to tell it all but she did. Actually, she’d spilled her guts as soon as the reverend asked, “How are things going?” It wasn’t until Sister Betty had told everything that she’d wanted, and finally stopped speaking, that the reverend had a chance to talk. “Wow!” That was about all the man of God had said. He didn’t quote a scripture or whisper a word of prayer. Instead he’d finally added, “My goodness, Sister Betty.” Reverend Tom was totally surprised. “You actually thought about killing someone?” It was as though that revelation trumped all the other news she’d shared. Sister Betty had repeated the story twice before the Reverend Tom fully understood all the craziness that accompanied it. “The way I see it,” the reverend said, “we have a couple of miracles that occurred.”
