messageâwait.â
There was some murmuring and receiver shifting, and then fragrant oils were suddenly being poured on his head in the form of Sonia Cabotâs voice.
âSully Crisp,â she said.
Sully felt himself grin. âWhen you produce an audition video for Survivor , you donât mess around, do you?â
Sonia laughed, a sound as delicious as her words. âWhen they create a show called Thriver , I will audition for that.â
âI can tell this hasnât slowed you down much,â Sully said. âYouâre still running everything.â
âWhy donât you come up here and tell that to everybody else? I canât convince these people I am ready to rock and roll.â She laughed again. âNo, donât. Iâm coming back to Nashville anyway. Now, where are you? I havenât heard anything about you in forever.â
âTaking a little hiatus,â Sully said. âBut I may be headed for Nashville myself.â
âI love that! Come for lunchâno, dinnerâno, spend a weekend. You know my guesthouse is always open.â
Sheâd made that offer every time heâd seen her over the last five years. He could almost recite it word for word, and yet somehow it sounded different nowârehearsed. Heâd never sensed that about her before. Dang. Heâd been just about to go with the miracle theory that would let him off his own hook.
âI might take you up on that,â he said. âCould you use a friend?â
She laughed softly again. âI know what youâre doing, Sully, bless your heart, but Iâm good. God is going to use me in some amazing way through this. I canât wait to get in front of my audience again and share this.â
Sully tried not to stumble over his tongue. Heâd just read in an e-mail from Rusty that her entire face, head, and neck were burned. They must have made great strides in plastic surgery. Either that, or Sonia Cabot was in some serious denial.
âYou know what you can do, Sully,â she said.
âWhatâs that?â
âYou can pray.â
âIâve already been on it.â
âI want you to pray specifically. I want you to ask the Lord to take the fear out of my staffâs hearts so theyâll stop trying to protect me and get on with the work weâve been given to do. Will you do that for me?â
Soniaâs propensity to turn a prayer into a homily was one of the many ways her ministry differed from his, and Sully toyed with the possible answers like a Rubikâs cube. No, Sonia, because they have every reason to be afraid. No, Sonia, Iâm not in the habit of giving God instructions. No, Sonia, I think you need to be protected until you deal with whatâs happened to you.
âTell you what,â he said. âIâll talk that over with God and get back to you.â
âI canât wait to hear what He tells you.â She sighed into the phone. âSully, I really appreciate your call. Will you promise to come see me?â
âAbsolutely.â
One more item on the growing list of reasons to go to Nashville. Take a list of possible therapists to Sonia. Be there for Dr. Ukwu. Record some podcasts on God knew what.
Which was exactly the point. God did know what. And Sully knew where He might be willing to tell him.
A mere twenty-four hours after Agent Schmackerâs visit, I was going to Soniaâs room to take her to physical therapy and ran into Marnieâwho was doing a stiff-legged fast walk down the hall with the I-have-to-get-this-done-for-Sonia lines carved between her eyebrows.
âI have to reschedule her appointment with PT,â she said over her shoulder.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothingâsheâs having her board meeting in Lounge A.â
âHer what ?â
âIâm supposed to tell you to get in thereâshe wants you to talk to them.â
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