"And we prayed," said Richard, swinging his arms in a downward motion. "We prayed and our prayers were answered. Isn´t that right, Loey?"
"Uh-hm," said his mother.
"Christ answered us. I prayed to Christ," said Richard, filling the kettle, setting it on the burner.
I´m on page twenty and the father, Richard, gives me already the creeps.
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