The Healing Quilt
“Garth pushed the coffee cup on the kitchen table to the side and leaned forward.Beth forced herself to sit quietly. After all, this was just Garth across the table, and they were in their own home. Nothing to be afraid of here. Afraid. Where had that word come from? She tried to think, but the darkness seemed to seethe around her ankles like octopus arms, the sucking cups clinging to her, dragging her down.“What are you afraid of?”Now you sound like the doctor. “There must be some other way.”“Some other way to what?” He smoothed his hair back with both hands, as if needing something for his hands to do.“To…to help me.”“You do agree that you need help?”Beth stared down at her hands clenched in her lap, one thumb wearing the skin off the other. “I… I guess so. If… If I could just have a baby, everything would be all right. I know it would. So why won't God give us a baby?” You know why. In all your fault. You kiüed one, and God took the other. Why should he trust you with any more?
Write Review:
User Reviews: