“Two thousand dollars. Just to ask a few questions,” she said. I’m sure my eyes must have widened like I had stuck my finger in a light socket. Two thousand dollars to ask a few questions? I couldn’t believe Watkins’s church had that kind of money. I wondered if they put a roll of ten-dollar bills in the bathroom for toilet paper. “Are you saved, Nathan?” Mrs. Parrish asked. I blinked.
