A CROSS THE CHASM 

By Tessa Harvey

    Renate leaned back in the comfortable armchair and closed her eyes to rest for a few minutes. Slowly her health and strength were returning. That lovely young man, Dylan was admitting her new friends.
    Esther ushered them into the lounge. Shayla and baby Archie came in. The young woman had brought a colourful collapsible playpen and toys and snacks for the infant. He toddled up to the old lady, happily smiling. How innocent this child looks, Renate thought. He will be a blessed child, not forced, coerced to be different even as a tiny child.
    The world was always cruel, she thought, but today her news was happy. After greetings and refreshments, Shayla looked at Renate nervously. "I didn't understand," she said slowly, "and am sorry."
    Ariella arrived a few minutes late, and Renate noticed how Dylan watched her as she settled and helped herself to coffee and cake.
    Esther exchanged a glance with Renate and smiled. Ari would not compromise her faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Would Dylan change? Only God knew, Esther thought. We are all given freewill, otherwise we would be zombies. And a lot of us are - blindly believing so many ridiculous lies.
    "Shayla," Renate was saying, waving an imperious hand in a queenly gesture. "Would you like to work for me? Not as a nurse," she added quickly with a rueful smile, "but as a companion. You see, I have regained my money and new house thanks to dear Gavin." He flinched, embarrassed.

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