![]() You’re like to catch your death.”įear clutched at Callie’s belly. I don’t see why He can’t just have you play somewhere inside. “It’s an honor to play for Him.”ĭarla sniffed. She pulled it tight around her shoulders and wrapped her fingers around her mug. ![]() She reached for the blanket and her eyes misted with gratitude. “It’s awful out there today,” she said, sliding the plate and steaming mug onto the table. The waitress, pert and blonde with crooked teeth and an illegible nametag, brought her a cup of coffee, a hot dog, and a blanket. She gathered the change that people had scattered at her feet and dragged herself to a nearby diner. She felt God’s gaze leave her, and she slumped with relief. She urged her battered instrument and drained body through the opening “Amazing Grace.” It wouldn’t do to finish early.įinally, she heard bells tolling, and Callie lowered her violin. She pressed the dented aluminum of her violin against her cheek, and her numb fingers fumbled on the strings. Cold water trickled down her neck from the ragged ends of her short-cropped hair. ![]() ![]() The stone steps in front of the cathedral were dark with water, and the surfaces of the puddles were dull in the gray light. The steady rain had long since soaked through Callie’s layered clothing. ![]()
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