Wheeling Gull Isle Revenge of the orchestra.

Dinah's jaw falls slack as if she'd been slapped across the face. You don't? And she thinks of what Mama said, about some others on the mainland who do not want to hear about God, who don't know Him. Was Gramma Towhee one of those? Perhaps this would be good practice for her future sermons!
Um, well, her face scrunches deep in thought. God is who created us. Everything, actually. He made the earth! a hopeful smile glimmers across her features. And we show our thanks to Him by praying and singing, n' stuff.
But.
Dinah leads them in the direction of the lavender fields, making a sharp turn as the path before them narrows with winding rocks and ragweed. In the distance, she can see the mangroves.
Gramma, her voice lowers, ears pressed back as her eyes soften with a prickling worry. can I tell you a secret?