.. All this other stuff will work itself out. My mother will see. And... And she'll understand." No, no, wait, wait, wait," said Jon. "God... Is spea...king... To us." Yes," said Caitlyn, surprised. "Didn't you hear Him?" I heard a preacher, not God." He slid into bed next to her."I heard God speaking with a preacher's voice," said Caitlyn. "Didn't I tell you that God works through human hands?" Yes, but... God, speaking... To us?"Caitlyn frowned at him. "I thought Pastor Pendleton and I made. I ... my Dad ... he’s ... Oh, God...”So I held her until she calmed somewhat. “Lisa, I need to sit...”“Oh! Rob! I’m sorry...” She relaxed her hold and I followed suit.“Don’t be.” I made my way to the nearest seat, a two-place sofa, and she plonked herself beside me.“Rob, I don’t know how to say this...” she sighed, but stiffened and stood abruptly, went to a drawer in her sideboard which I knew contained a tangle of personal documents. Once I’d seen more or less what was in there I hadn’t gone. T and I had a couple of glasses each but Heather abstained, as she put it, because she was on duty for the rest of the day. Mrs. T remembered some more logs in the shed, so when Heather drove off, I stayed there and did some more sawing.“I’m a right slave driver, aren’t I?” Mrs. Turner laughed, handing me another glass of wine when I eventually returned to the house. “God, you’re sweating! Would you like to have a shower?”She showed me the en-suite bathroom, the one with a shower, just off the. The need to be ready communicated itself down to the Corps of Cadets. Never had Samantha's mother and aunt seen children so utterly serious about what was really intended as just something to keep them occupied. Every cadet platoon made it their mission to wring every drop of information from their mentors. The original plan for an hour's instruction was swiftly left in the dust. Frantically they studied the weapons and tactics, with most cadets qualifying on their units' weapons. For two.