Bilar judged it best to say what must be said and smooth away evils as they should arise. He took Martje’s hand and said in a quiet tone, “Martje, there is something we need to discuss.” Her eyes flared in horror. “Am I dyin’?” she whimpered. “No, Martje. I’ve sat you here because there is something I as a cleric ha...
Published on June 23, 2012 01:47