I fingered the grooves in the wood. “Looking back on it, I guess You had more to do with the Volvo getting stuck than I first gave You credit for. Whatever You did, or are doing, please don’t stop. All of us, Mutt included, need a safe place, and it’s a lot safer when You’re watching over. We had thirty-three years of misery, bitterness, and hell, but You were right. Whipped, battered, and beaten, love broke through the rocks. I don’t know how, but it did. I guess that’s the mystery of it all.”
