Fear and Forgiveness

“You wanted to see me, Chaplain?” Peter motioned with his hand as he shook his head. “Yeah, come on in. You know, you can call me Peter.” “Whatever you say, Chaplain.” Ken said with a broad smile. “What did you want to see me about?” “Well, I just wanted to talk to you a little. Do you have time?” “I’m free until dinner. Kate says she’s making baked chicken tonight. She makes it better than anyone on the planet, so I don’t want to miss that.” Ken’s smile was infectious. One that forced itself upon everyone around, extracting some...

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