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and finally to Charity.

“Hi, Missy.” Felicity lifted her hand and waved.

“We’re glad you’re going to be staying with us,” Charity said.

“Missy’s had a rather tiring morning,” Ruth Ann told them. “I think she’d like to go to her room and rest for a while before lunch.”

“Certainly, certainly.” John Earl recognized that desperately lost and frightened expression on Missy’s face. He remembered only too well that same look on Ruth Ann’s face shortly after her father died in the fire that had destroyed her home.

As soon as Ruth Ann escorted Missy through the family room and into the hall that led to her former craft room at the back of the house, everyone else released the anxious breaths they’d been holding.

“Boy, she looks like a zombie,” Felicity said.

“If you’d gone through what she has, you’d look pretty rough yourself,” Charity told her.

“Girls, keep your voices down,” John Earl told them. “Sound carries down the hall, and you do not want Missy to hear you talking about her.”

Felicity shrugged. “If show time is over, I’m going outside to sit in the gazebo and listen to my iPod.”

“Lunch will be ready in about an hour,” Faye reminded them. “Sitting down to our first meal with that pitiful child will be an ordeal for all of us. I still say it was a mistake for Ruth Ann to—”

“Mother!” Ruth Ann stood in the doorway, a hostile scowl on her face. “I’m ashamed of you.” Her gaze scanned the others in the room, going from one to another and then settling back on her mother. “Missy prefers to have lunch in her room. I’ll fix her a tray after we’ve eaten.” She fanned her hands in a shooing manner. “Go on about your normal routines. Keeping things as normal as possible will be good for Missy, and it will certainly make the transition easier on all of us.”

John Earl went over and kissed his wife on the cheek. “Erin has been handling things at the office, but I should head on down there soon. I think I’ll skip lunch. I had a big breakfast this morning.”

“You go ahead, dear,” she told him. “And take Erin some of those oatmeal raisin cookies I made last night. I know she likes them.”

“I’ll bag up a few on my way out the door.”

John Earl was using a busy schedule as an excuse to leave, but he knew that Ruth Ann was better equipped than he was to help their daughters and her mother adjust to the new situation. After all, they were all women, and women understood one another in ways men never could.

Punishing Donnie Hovater for his many sins had given her great satisfaction. Of all those whom God had chosen for her to destroy, none was as worthy of the Lord’s fiery wrath than the man who had repeatedly raped his own daughter. She knew now that, without any doubt, he had been evil personified.

She knew evil. She was a product of evil, and yet, through God’s gracious and forgiving love, she was blameless. God’s Son had atoned for her sins when He died on the Cross, and even those such as she, born from sin, born in sin, were washed clean and would be allowed into the eternal sanctuary of heaven. She would sit at the right hand of God. She would be blessed among the saved, for she had done the Lord’s bidding while here on earth.

“What, Lord? Yes, I hear You. I know my work is not done. There are others who must be punished. I believe I know the name of the man You have chosen for Your angel of death to visit next.”

She closed her Bible and placed her hand atop it where it rested in her lap. Breathing in the fresh, sweet outdoor air surrounding her, she recalled the genuine pleasure she had known as she had watched Donnie Hovater writhe in agony and scream for mercy. He had burned quickly, his cries for help going unheeded. Had he, in those final moments of his life, repented of his sins, or had he gone to the hereafter an unrepentant soul?

Did it truly matter? She believed that there was no atonement for men such as he. His evil had been too great, the damage he had inflicted unforgivable.

“Yes, Lord,” she whispered, a feeling of power encompassing her as she allowed her Savior to send the Holy Ghost into her heart and mind and body, to fill her with the strength of