[She's polite about it at least, perching at the end of the pew where Christine is, gazing forward.]
It is, isn't it? I have... a lot to pray for, right now. [She hesitates, only for a brief moment, wondering if she should let Christine know what she heard.]
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It is, isn't it? I have... a lot to pray for, right now. [She hesitates, only for a brief moment, wondering if she should let Christine know what she heard.]
Your grandma's wrong. It counts.