There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance— how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. She let him take off her skirt as she ritualistically removed his jeans along with his boxers. She expanded that. Why should God give particular attention to such a prayer, when He had ignored all others? Certainly there was a trap somewhere. ‘She would not tell me. Her voice was weak and flat.
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