A home of the worst kind. Here she saw peace, and laughter, and the fruit of long years of ministry and commitment. She was hugged by a woman with another kind of open and bright expression. She was listened to. The Enemy’s book was opened to her. One of R’s big protests later on was, “She already saw the book! She saw it a thousand times and heard it! How could I (or anyone) know it would be dangerous to her now? One can never tell when the Enemy will run a stealth operation of this kind
