Rebuilding Faith Ch 10
Once out of Bill’s sight, Faith slipped on her flannel shirt and strolled cheerfully down the tree-lined path, swinging her brazier in lazy circles. ‘I don’t think Bunyan will be sleeping alone in his cabin tonight,’ she decided, smiling at the high probability of pleasure. Sunlight, shining through the bare hardwoods, cast spidery stripes across the trail. The earth smelled alive. Buds had popped open on the undergrowth, drinking in the rays before the treetop canopy blocked them out for the...