Chapter 415

It occurred to Gwen that she would never become accustomed to the respect and reverence people demonstrated to her. She could only strive to become the person that so many felt she already was. A few small tears trickled down her cheek as she clutched Saint’s hand a bit tighter and then slid her free hand into Steve’s.

Everyone that had gathered for the memorial service was kneeling as Gwen approached. She realized that she recognized many of the faces. Some were children she had treated, and many were folks that had joined her that night in her long vigil at the cemetery as she prayed for the rescue of her son and husband.

“Please stand,” began Gwen as she released Steve’s hand and gestured for everyone to take their feet. As the locals began rising, Gwen moved into the crowd with Saint and Steve, who still carried Vicky on his hip. She hugged everyone that she could reach while Steve shook hands and gave one armed hugs to many of the women. The precocious Saint demonst