Chapter 11

Saturday, March 27, 9:22 a.m. Passion Ministry

The sheet had been shoved under her door during the night. A list of daily chores for visitors, entitled Many Hands Make Light Work. Virginia immediately dismissed it, a plan already in progress.

She headed out early, spotted Brendan and raced outside to meet him. Given his age and position, the young producer had been her target even before they had fallen into each other’s arms. Now even more so, with her equipment stashed under his desk.

“Know I’ve gotta contribute, do my thing for the Ministry,” she said. “That’s cool. But doing dishes or cleaning toilets, uh-uh.”