“Don’t lie to me, Kevin. Talk to me after you’ve read your Bible.” She must have had a sixth sense. “Mom, whatever, I don’t want to talk about Scripture. Forget it.” I slammed the door shut. I was so angry that she’d bailed on her part of the bargain. But of course, she hadn’t. It was me who’d broken my word. I got home and figured I’d open the Bible and pray for guidance. Maybe Mom knew something I didn’t. I pulled it out of a drawer and opened it for the first time since she’d given it to me. A stack of rent checks, all signed and dated for the first of each month for the whole year, fell
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