“What you did was a great kindness, Daadi, but Carl no longer requires physical aid.”
“True. The man is neither hungry nor homeless, but his great wound is not yet healed. That’s why I have not turned him away.”
She scowled. “I saw no evidence of an injury.”
Her grandfather shook his head sadly. “Then you have not looked into his eyes as I have done. Carl has a grave wound inside. Something in his past lies heavy on his mind and on his heart. My instincts tell me he will find his way back to God and to our faith when he has had time to heal. Then there will be great rejoicing in heaven and on earth.”
Maybe she came by her daydreaming naturally, after all. “If it happens.”
Her grandfather sighed, rose from his chair and headed toward his bedroom. Before he closed the door, he turned back to her. “It will happen. It’s a shame you won’t be here to see it when it does.”
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