Abby looked around at the different people talking as Dan called Karen and told her the score of Brad’s game.Abby noticed a tall woman with shoulder...-length brunette hair off to Dan’s right. She was facing him from behind with her coat undone, displaying a pink crisscross top that barely covered her decent-sized breasts. Her light-coloured blue jeans were so tight on her, they looked like they were painted on.She walked past Dan, lightly brushing her arm against his, enough for him to look at. I stroked her hair as I held her and asked her what was wrong."They're going to kill him, Daddy! They're just going to kill him! I don't know why! He knows it too. He's trying to escape, get away before it happens. We have to save him, Daddy! He doesn't deserve to die!" She was breathing hard, gasping for breath as she told me what the problem was. I was confused, to say the least."Save who, Amy? Who are they going to kill? And who are they?" I was really confused. For once, I was sure this. "Still yammering with the rev, what else?"Melinda rolled her eyes and dashed down the steps. Heather followed, walking in a more leisurely manner."Psst! Hey, Heather!"Heather gave a start as she reached the bottom of the steps. She frowned and looked towards the voice, which was coming from a figure partially concealed behind a bush. "What?" she demanded. "Who the hell is it?" Tsk, tsk, cursing on the steps of the church," said Richie as he emerged. "Eternal damnation for you, missy."Heather. I will say ‘yes’. But in the correct order, please. My willpower is not so strong as my mother would like it to be!”“I would never ask you to do anything inappropriate,” I said.“Something I know, and my mom and dad both know. That is why we are allowed some freedom to be alone together.”“Thanks for being here for me,” I said.“Promise me that if something like this happens in the future, after coming to see the Mother of God and beg her intercession, you’ll come to see me so I can help you?”“I.