Daphne parked her car at 309 Jerry rue Suite 202. She and Zoey, who was carrying the box, stepped out of the car and walked towards a building with the name ‘Hope’s Promise’ on it. As they were walking an older woman came their way.
“Daphne, how lovely it is to see toi again. The children have missed you” she a dit and she lay her hand on Daphne’s cheek.
“Not as much as I missed them” Daphne smiled.
“Zoey, how are you, my dear?” the woman asked, taking Zoey’s hands in hers.
“Oh, well toi know, trying to save my soul from eternal doom” Zoey replied sarcastic.
“Keep praying, sweetheart” the woman smiled. “Someday God might save you, if toi just believe”
“You know me, believe is my middle name” Zoey a dit and Daphne shot her an angry glance.
“Mrs. Fueller? We baked some biscuits, cookies and muffins for the children” Daphne said. Mrs. Fueller’s face changed. She sighed. “You know the rules, Daphne. No unhealthy snacks. I’m sorry”
Daphne blinked her eyes and swallowed. “Of course. Why didn’t I think about that?”
Zoey took Daphne’s arm. “Come on, let’s go home. Too bad for them” She tried to drag Daphne to the car.
“I mean, it’s not like I just drove all the way up here, wasting gas” Daphne continued and her voice was a little hysterical. “And it’s not like I spent two hours making these and it’s not like I left Emmanuel alone for it”
“I’m sorry, Daphne, but those are the rules” Mrs. Fueller said.
“Yeah? Well, if your parents had forced toi that rule toi may have been married to someone other than God” Daphne a dit rude.
“Daphne, please don’t make scene” Zoey a dit soft. “We’re going to drive accueil and eat all of these together. You, me and Emmanuel. And we’re going to watch a Ringer marathon and it’s going to be fun”
“You’re going to hell, Mrs. Fueller!” Daphne shouted. “You are an ungrateful, selfish, spoiled descendant of Satan! toi don’t care about anyone but yourself!”
Mrs. Fueller was too shocked to react, but Zoey gave her an apologizing look.
“Come on, D, get in the car” she a dit and she tightened her grip. Daphne freed herself and grabbed the box out of Zoey’s arm. “Gluttony is a sin, right?”
Zoey nodded. Daphne smiled.
“Mrs. Fueller, we have to go. We have a sin to commit” Daphne said. “Please pray that we might find redemption” she added.