Saturday, June 9, 2012
Father Gilead woke Michael up with a hot bowl of stew and fresh baked bread. Michael set up in bed wincing a little at the pain in his side, “smells good” he said as Father Gilead sat the tray across his lap. “Mrs. Yardley brought it by. She always brings me something after mass.” Father Gilead said...
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