like dry sandpaper. In spite of all the caffeine Iâd consumed in the previous twenty-four hours, I felt I could fall asleep on this bench, uncushioned hardwood and all. I could sleep here for days and days and days. Yet I had to keep going, do whatever it took, for Timmyâs sake.
âHannah?â Evaâs voice spiraled down, as if through a tunnel, to wherever it was I had gone. âHannah, itâs Eva.â
I felt a hand on my shoulder and dragged myself into consciousness. âEva, Iâm sorry. I was somewhere in La-La Land.â I rubbed at a crick in the back of my neck.
âI hated to wake you.â
I managed a weak smile. âItâs so peaceful here in the garden. Sitting here, a gal could almost pretend she didnât have a care in the world.â
âWould you like some coffee? I just put on a fresh pot.â
âThank you, yes. Although Iâm pretty wired.â
âCome.â
Although Eva wore black slacks and a rose-colored short-sleeved silk blouse with a clerical collar, something about the way she stood there with her arms extended, palms up, reminded me of a picture in a book of Bible stories Iâd had as a child. Suffer the little children to come unto me . My head swimming, I rose from the bench, staggered, and grabbed her hands for support. âHeâs just a little boy,â I sobbed. âHeâs only ten months old. How could anybodyâ¦?â Eva folded me into her arms, and I began to weep, refusing to be comforted. I threw back my head and screamed to the sky, âWhy, God, why?â
Eva shook me gently, peering deep into my eyes as if searching there for my lost faith. âItâs all right to be angry. Yell at God if you need to. God is not afraid of you , Hannah Ives.â
Quietly, holding me close, Pastor Eva waited me out.
âI donât think I have any more tears left.â I pulled a tissue out of a fresh packet in my handbag and blew my nose. âAnd damn, now Iâve got the hiccups.â
âRoger told me about Timmy,â Eva said. âAnd of course, we heard it on the news.â
âI kept the TV turned off.â I scrunched the tissue into a ball and stuffed it into the pocket of my jeans. âWe watched Finding Nemo instead. My grandchildren are staying with me,â I added by way of explanation.
âYou know,â I said as we strolled side by side down the path toward her office, âFinding Nemo used to be one of my favorite cheer-up flicks, but last night while I was watching it with the kids, every time I laughed, I was faking it.â
âRoger took me to see the movie when it first came out,â Eva said, smiling slightly. âAnd he bought the DVD when it came out, for St. Catherineâs nursery, or so he said. Rogerâs particularly fond of the seagulls going âmine, mine, mine.â â
âI used to think it was hysterical, too, until last night, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Finding Nemo is all about a kidnapped child! Think about it. Marlin watches helplessly as a diver scoops up his son, Nemo, who ends up held captive in the aquarium of a sadistic dentist.â
âI never thought of it like that, but youâre right.â Eva held the door open for me, and waited until I stepped inside. âBut it has a happy ending, doesnât it? Marlin and his friends rescue Nemo. Perhaps we should focus on that.â She took a deep breath. âHowâs your daughter?â
âNot good. Dante said sheâd taken a handful of pills from a bottle in the medicine cabinet, then when the police showed up to search Timmyâs bedroom, she took a handful of something else. He thought he might have to take her to the emergency room to get her stomach pumped, but then she threw it all up.
âThey couldnât stay in the house,â I continued, âand if they stayed with us, it would be too upsetting for the children. Paul
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