“The GoSpel?” The words hung in the whispering air for a second before Peter was able to take them in. He couldn’t believe he’d heard correctly. Then he noticed that the Oasan’s gloved hands had been pressed together in a steeple shape. “Yes!” Peter cried, dizzy with elation. “Praise Jesus!” The Oasan turned to Grainger again. His gloved hands were trembling against the tub he held. “We have waiPed long for the man PePer,” he said. “Thank you, Grainger.” And without further explanation he hurried through the doorway, leaving the crystalline beads swinging in his wake.
surp! and also: uh oh?
