The beer was disgusting. She didn’t want to say that. When she had so many thoughts, why was there so little that could be said? He was staring at the nothing hanging between them. The beach umbrella. Something strained within her, a pressure like that of the Holy Spirit when it overtook a person. That had only happened to her once so far. Then, in the sanctuary, someone had caught her as she fell, coaching her to let go, let go. So she obeyed. A new person in her body, someone who was not the babysitter, placed chilled fingers on his wrist. He covered her fingers with his.