A TANGLE OF LIGHT By Tessa Harvey Adrienne gulped the last of her drink, scraped back on her chair deliberately, knowing how much that had annoyed her mother. Her face was bitter and angry, her eyes stormy and grey. "Why should I give you a chance? Who ever gives second chances?" "God does," was the quiet reply. "Oh, how convenient. Let's have God now and all be perfect." She swayed on her feet, suddenly exhausted. Her mother helped her to her room and Adrienne lay on the familiar bed in the pretty room she had once thought a prison. Exhausted, she fell asleep in seconds. Her mother watched her for a while, saw how the girl's face softened in sleep, becoming an older version of the child she had allowed to drift away, to neglect. How cruel had she been. She went quietly out of the door and reached for her neglected Bible. Perhaps God would make a way where there seemed to be no way - heal her own mother's heart ...
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