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"Mom is home by herself," explained Abby, checking the clock on the wall, after Dr. Jacoby had left the room. "Dad and Uncle Terry won't be back until tomorrow, so I want to get home as soon as possible. Will you be ready to go, after I get dressed?"

"Yes, I'll be ready," replied the young man, trying to bolster himself to ask her a question. "Abby, are you mad at me?"

"I was never really mad at you, Jake," she sighed. "You frightened me, that's all. I was certain that something bad had happened to you-- and it almost did. I'm so grateful that God stopped you from getting on that bus."

"It feels good," confessed Jake, with a half smile.

"What does?" wondered Abby.

"When someone cares," he replied.

Before leaving, Dr. Jacoby made a standing appointment with Abby to come every Tuesday, after his session with Jake was over. Then the therapist walked them out to the jeep with an umbrella, and waved good-bye as they drove off into the dark stormy night.

"Casting all your care upon Him [God]; for He careth for you. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world."
~ 1 Peter 5:7-9 ~

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