Yesterday evening Daughter was talking about Tiny Village, and the house we lived in there. She was speculating on what the church had done to get the house ready for the new pastor and his family. She remembered the night she almost set the house on fire. She wondered if they had painted over the scorch mark it left on her bedroom wall. I said I was sure they had repainted the room.
"Yes, they wouldn't want the new pastor to know that they had a pastor who had a child who was so disturbed she burned her hoodie."
Sometimes her insight amazes me. I had no response.